We are on our way home. I am not angry with her but slightly hurt. I didn't try to break the silence in the car.

She is fidgeting on the hem of her shirt and looking out of the car window probably thinking about previous moments.

I want her to resolve this issue on her own and try to give her space. I know Neha might be an influential person in her life. It is evident when she spoke about her.

We reached our home. I opened the door for her and she didn't even notice. She is lost in her notion. She even forgot about her bag which I picked up with no complaints.

She walked to the elevator and waited for me to join her. When I pressed the elevator buttons she sighted me. When our eyes met she slowly turned her gaze from me.

Her silence is killing me. Even though we are standing close to each other, I am feeling distant.

This torturing silence was broken by the elevator ring as we reached our penthouse. By leaving me behind she stepped into the foyer of our penthouse.

Her expressionless face, silence and distance between us is becoming formidable for me. I can abide her fury too but not this.

“ Like seriously baby….! Do you think it's my fault? “

I immediately caged her between the wall and me. This is enough. I can't let a third person ruin it. I held her wrist and pressed above her head with gentle pressure.

With this instantaneous act of mine she was taken back. And her breathing was audibly heavy. Even now she is not lifting her eyes to look at me.

I sighed ,with my index finger and thumb I lifted her chin to make her look at me. When she lifted her eyelids her eyes were filled with tears. This is what I cannot tolerate, her tears.

I only want her eyes to tear in bed with sweet pleasurable pain, when I please her, go down her,suck her, thrust her. Rather than that I can even kill the reason for her misery even if it takes birth.

“ Manvika look at me, baby. I cannot see your tears. It clenches my heart. It's ok if you don't want to talk right now.”

I tried to console her because her tears tore my heart apart. I loosened my grip on her wrists and wiped her tears with my thumb.

“ I have hurt Neha. She believed me, supported me and she has been there for me in every hurdle since childhood. But I broke her heart. She felt betrayed.”

She sobbed more and which made my heart beat rose as she hugged me. This is the second time she is doing that. While sleeping it was different but this one proper hug.

She hugged me tightly by fisting my shirt on my back, pressing her face into my chest. Our fronts were crushing. And I feel her soft mounds against mine. But she cared less about it.This felt out of the world. She is feeling comfortable with me and not caring about her weak side.

I circled around her and secured in my arms trying to provide comfort to her. She is not weak but she does care about her loved ones more than her.

“ Baby it's fine. Try to explain to her. She seems to be sensible,she will understand you. If she does not then we both will make her understand. But don't cry like this.”

I tried to pacify her. She even snuggled her face into my neck this time. Her hot breath and tears were touching my neck. This is making it difficult. If she stays a moment more than I may lose my control.

I tried to resist myself from kissing her hard. We both stayed in the same position for a few good moments and caressed her hair comfortingly until she stopped crying.

She slowly lifted her face from my neck and lifted her lashes to look at me. She is so cute after crying hard and she is wiping her tears like a baby, my baby.

Her face was flushed, her nose turned all red like a cherry. I couldn't resist myself from kissing her. I kissed her on forehead lingering my lips for a few seconds.She closed her eyes by feeling my lips.

“ I am sorry. “ She muttered slowly by moving back from me. By that I felt lost of her soothing touch.

“For staining my shirt again by your tears?” This is the second time she is crying in my arms.

“ Mmm for both.”

“What is the other reason my little dove?” I questioned her.

“On behalf of Neha. She didn't know you were my husband and was accused of cheating and using me. I am sorry.” She explained.

“ It's true that I felt slightly hurt by her accusations but I felt good by witnessing protective, possessive side of her towards you. She thought I would hurt you. You are lucky to have such friend.” I said with slight smile.

“ She has a sharp tongue and blurts out what's in her heart.But she is genuine and protective towards her loved ones. She has been there for me in every situation.” There is love in her voice while explaining about her friend. I understood what place Neha holds in her life.

“ She is so impatient to listen to others and how can she accuse me like that. I am hurt and angry.” I tried to tease her to lighten up her mood.

“ I am once again sorry. Please don't be angry. She didn't mean that.” She pleaded with me, making a puppy face and blinking her eyes.

“But the words she spoke are even ringing in my ears. I can't forget them.” I started my facade.

“ Please tell me how to lighten your mood.”

“You can compensate.” I tried to act like I was hurt.

“Compensate….? But how?” She questioned me.

“ By spending time with me. It can make me forget those words.” I tried to make a deal.

“ But we spend time every day.” She asked me confusingly.

“ How about a date? Tomorrow we are going on a date. It's final. It's your responsibility to fix my mood baby.” Yeah it will be perfect to spend some quality time with her.

“But….” She tried to say something but I cut it off.

“ No its not but. It's already confirmed.” She cannot deny me.

Suddenly we remembered we were having the whole scene by standing in the foyer itself. We both laughed looking at each other.

We both walked into our bedroom and she went to change. I laid on bed by hanging my legs low on the floor keeping my hands under my head and closed my eyes feeling relief.

“Suno”(listen)

Her suno gives me butterflies.

“Kahiye” (tell) I replied to her.

She came out wearing one of her tank tops and sweatpants by wiping her face with a towel. Her messy bun, mangalsutra and now visible vermilion made me feel erotic.

“Go and change. Is coffee fine?” She questioned me.

“Coffee is fine.”

I changed into a black sweatpants and white shirt. I descended the stairs, an intoxicating smell of caffeine hit my nostrils. By the aroma itself subsiding my tiredness.

She passed me the mug and settled beside me by sipping coffee from her mug. This evening could never be more perfect.

My wife beside me sipping coffee and feeling this comfortable silence between us.

After that she went to prepare dinner by leaving me in Living room alone. She is looking ethereal after crying and as well fcvkable.

I remembered the soccer match was going to start by 7pm. I never miss this soccer match. If it ever happened I would re-watch it.

Before marriage I would watch it with my friends, probably having a beer. Though I am not complaining now. I am liking the new change. It is making me a family man now.

My hangouts, races, and partying have decreased after marriage but it's good to spend quality time with my baby which I have longed for 5 years.

I seriously indulged myself in match that when I heard her voice from kitchen.

“ Suno dinner is ready. Shall I serve.” She came from the kitchen by holding a spatula in her hand and her forehead stained with flour.

Her messy state is tempting me. She suddenly grabbed my interest from the match I was watching. I was staring at her intensely.

I came out from my gaze blinking my eyes concentrating on what she was saying.

“Serve me here itself. Match is interesting. I can't miss it.” I asked her.

“ No…you will stain the couch. Khana kane ke baad dekhlena “(after having dinner watch it)She has OCD. I wonder how many times she will be washing her hands a day.

“Pleeeeaaasseee baby….” I sang to convince her. After giving me an earful she agreed to serve me on the couch.

I am liking her scolding me as she owns me.

We both completed dinner and she went back to our room. As the match was in the middle I couldn't leave so I watched the match. My supporting team was about to lose the match.

The match was coming to an end and my supporters lost the match. With frustration I turned my steps to our room.

The door was open and the lights were dim. Without making noise I entered. As expected my baby was sleeping in an uncomfortable position. Her reading glasses were on her nose and a book was on her chest. Her back leaned on the pillows supported by the headrest.

I went near her to who is laying in a comfortable position. If not , she will have an ache the next morning.I removed her glasses and kept them on the side table.

And took book which is resting on her chest. I wonder what every time she would be reading as it is the most interesting thing. When I flipped the book cover my eyes went wide.

Fcvk she is reading a dark romance suspense thriller.

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