my tough husband

8

POV: Preeti

Whole day I was busy shopping with Manvi and Sanvi. They purchased a lot of stuff all branded and I too purchased some necessary items. I was never a shopping girl. I took some necessary items for Arya. There were many kids shops too so a very pretty dress for Arya. The time went by and in evening I packed for Italy. Arya was too sad that she couldn’t accompany her because of her exams but she was happy that momma papa is going out. She is a lovely child. I am blessed to have her. the only problem I face was that if Manav tried anything I won’t be able to forgive him. He doesn’t know a thing about me and I ‘m still not sure that he has accepted the marriage or not or it’s just his father’s sake.

I packed my stuff and his as well. He came home late by that time already was prepared to bed. He came I set the tables for dinner. the dinner I made okra Aryas favourite. Being allergic to okra I didn’t had dinner only milk and cereals. He saw my face while serving him okra and asked, “what happened? You don’t seem well”

“I don’t like okra. I’m allergic to it”, I replied

“what did you had for dinner”, he asked dominatingly as if he knew I didn’t have the dinner as expected

“milk and cereals.”

“you could have made something else for yourself.”, he commented.

“my second day to periods. Cramps were way too much didn’t have the energy to cook for myself.”, I explained

“what will you have”, he asked

“I’m not that hungry”, I lied

“my wife doesn’t haves such shitty dinner. Because I can cook deliciously”, he smiled amusingly and enthusiastically as if he was way enjoying making food for me. But I know he will never enjoy that because I’m his biggest enemy isn’t it. These were the words he used when he came to know Diya’s dead.

“you just got back from office that too so late. You don’t have to do that and I really not hungry”, practically scolding him. But his expression was cute I loved it aww.

“okay then let’s order in. even I don’t like okra.”, he said.

“what you want to have, I want cheese pasta Maggie”, I said excitingly.

“I would go for biryani and chocolate ice-cream”, he said his eyes were gleaming with excitement. Maybe he liked my company and I am being paranoid here. He continued,” tell the Rizwan to bring. He is at night duty today.”

Half an hour later the food arrived. It looked delicious but it was outstanding. “where did he get such tasty biryani at this time of hour”

“well my company has some food outlets too”

“wow your company is amazing then. What are you expecting from me on the Italy trip?”

“nothing just enjoys yourself. Spend some nice time with me. Know me better. I will get to know you better. Maybe one or two business dinner that’s all.”

“okay, I have packed your stuff. You don’t have to worry about that. Good night”. I said and without a word I went off to sleep. These three days have been a bliss and nights been the best. I never thought I could be this comfortable with Manav but he is changing his ways and his behaviour. In night I struggle not to cuddle but he is obstinate enough to remove my resistance and we sleep in each other’s embrace. I don’t know it’s right or not but when I fell in his arms all my past feeling is lost all the pain appears to be forgotten memory maybe that’s what it took. Maybe I have started trusting him but there is constant fear. Fear that the trust will shatter, I will be broken and this time no forgiveness.

 Next morning, we dropped Arya at uncle’s and then headed to the airport. The flight is 8 hours long and we are taking his private airplane. I am a hell of nervous now. I know what he said about expectations but I want him to make a move. I know I am fragile but we can take it slowly. Slow enough for me to lost in him. There is no harm in wanting your husband sexually.

In plane he spends time on his laptop and I trying to distract myself from his sexy presence. His cologne, his broad shoulders, his beautiful eyes, the tight shirt perfectly hugging his muscles. He had a personal gym where he worked out maybe. To ignore him I always leave the house early.

He disturbs my thoughts with a chuckle and I ask, “what are you laughing about?”

 “I was reading the latest news. Our marriage is all over news still. It’s been a month, I feel they have a hell of an obsession with me”, he said.

I have read these articles. Some of his previous girlfriends say that if he wanted to marry a stranger that too which looked like me and wanted such a simple wedding, I must have done some black magic on him. Rich model bitches. They don’t know how to wear clothes; their panties are loose and judging me. I am not jealous. they are the ones who judge my character isn’t it?

“don’t talk about obsession. Your ex-girlfriends have made me a laughing stalk in media”

“they are not my ex-girlfriends. they were the girls for public appearances and a quick f**k that’s all nothing else.”

“why would you do that?”

“I am a man Preeti. I have needs. And if I don’t date any girl that will have an effect on my business”

“when are we reaching. I am bored”, I made the cutest face I knew.

“well I can remove your boredom if you allow me”, he says in husky voice. Intimidating. Uhh!

“what’s in your mind”, I asked maintain the eye contact.

Before I could say anything further, he came and sat beside me looking in my eyes passionately. I was lost in his eyes his beautiful eyes.

“we have almost 4 hours flight more”, he said. his mouth is so inviting, I would have initiated something only if I knew how to. I was new to all this. Please don’t be judgemental. it’s not that I didn’t feel s****l attraction with anyone else but I always wanted all these rights for the person I love or will love. Just like that doing nothing he went back to his seat.

“kiss me”, I blurt out unable to handle my arousal. To the hell to my resolutions. Its ok if doesn’t love me but I want to kiss him. He is my husband.

He is looking at me in shock. He never would have expected my daring after our wedding night. Fighting my insecurities, I went to his seat. And I again say, “kiss me I don’t know how to”

“wait what”, were the only words he managed to utter. My fucker husbands.

“kiss me before I change my mind”, I said. He still staring at me and the tension between us building. I pressed myself on to him and caressed his cheek. Without another word he pulled me into rapturously agonising kiss deepening it. His tongue dominating my mouth. Hunger, lust and passion overflowed his kisses and pleasure maddened me.

And the he said lost in my mouth,” I missed you Diya”

I don’t know how to respond to that. I knew he loves her but who gave him the right to use me like this. From where I look or feel like Diya. Tears filled my eyes and took all my strength to not cry. He began kissing me again lost in his lust but pulled away. Shocked by his word I went to the room in plane and locked it. May be realisation hit him as followed me knocking the door. But I didn’t respond. Just when I thought things are going better between us at least bearable then again, he rejected me and chose Diya. Unable to hold back my grief I cried my heart out. Then took a shower and came out.

He looks stressed. But the airhostess says lading in 15 minutes. So, I sit far off from him not giving him a chance to hurt me again. And now the plane landed and we reached Italy.