Married. Chapter 1. " The Dinner. "

The door bell rang, " Coming !!! " Dhruv said, washed his hands and kept the remaining unwashed dishes aside and rushed towards the door.
" I've been calling you since eternity, why is your phone switched off ? " Ria exclaimed, standing outside the door with groceries in her hand.
" It's given for repair since morning, Sorry Baby, I texted you in the morning before giving it to them. " he said in a calm voice.
 " Maybe, I was so busy I couldn't even see my phone." she said, and entered the flat,
" You've arrived a day before. " he said, while passing her the glass of water.
" Yes, the trip was shortened. " She replied.
" Freshen up ! I've brought, some Red wine, your favourite, Pinot Noir. " Dhruv said, with a naughty wink.
" You know what happened last time when I  drank it, right ? You still have those marks of nibbles in your chest. " She whispered pulling him by his collar, gave a evil grin, bit her lips and pushed him away.
" I know, that's why I brought it, Baby ! Freshen up. "
He continued to prepare the dinner, laid the table and waited. She came out from the bathroom in her towel, she was looking like a snack. He couldn't control himself and kept staring at her, he was spellbound seeing his wife, like that. He went towards her, and kissed her neck. 6' and 5'7" made a perfect combination for neck kisses and back hugs as he could completely shrug his face between her neck and shoulder.
" I've toured three continents, but this is my favourite place. " He whispered biting her left earlobe, sniffing her aroma, a perfect blend of her sweat, and her wash.
She moaned, " Dhruv, wait !!! I am hungry. "
" Eat, me ! " He said, grabbing her waist.
" Hungry wives, don't bite. " She said pushing him away, with that aphrodisiac​ smile, the smile for which he fell for her, exactly four years ago.
" Okay. " The 27 year old kid agreed, in a hush-hush tone he added " Only if you wear the red one. ", Winking.
She realised she was still standing in her wet towel, in his arms, the fact which she forgot while she was negotiating with him.
" Idiot, how can you make me forget everything else, while am talking to you ? " She enquired, happily, along with being a bit frustrated and shy.
" I don't know, maybe because I love you too much. " he replied in his forever calm voice.
" Go and change, am waiting. "



Comments

  1. Unknown26 May 2017 at 02:19

    Mesmerizing
    You take me to your own damn world .❤
    This is magical.

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    1. Unknown26 May 2017 at 12:06

      You may come in, no need to knock. 💝

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