Chap 2

Tarika was so shocked to see her handsome hubby right in front of her. He is shirtless and only in his black night pants. His hair is messy and that face looks tired as a result of not getting enough his eyes had a playful, naughty look.

'Abhijeet, tum uth gaye?vo bhi itni jaldi..? 'Tarika questioned him looking into his deep black eyes, which were busy adoring her beauty.

'Ha..haan., agar meri pyari biwi ko meri madad chahiye to... Uthna hi padega na.? ' he asked her while raising his left eyebrow and tilting his head to left slightly.

'Ohhoo.. Kyaa baat hai.. Tumhe kisne kaha ki mujhe tumhare madad ki zarurat hai? Mujhe.. Kisiki.. Koi madad ki zarurat nahi hai. Samjhe aap? '

she passed a fake smile and turned back to resume her searching. He was about to say something but suddenly it happened.

As her foot was all wet and the abrupt turn made her slip and lose her balance.

'Abhiiiiiiii... '

She squeezed her eyes shut and her both hands clutched the bath towel which threatened to loosen up in any moment.

A wave of current passed through her body when his strong arm held her waist. She was holding her breath. Her cold body is now getting warm by his grip.

He was holding her by his right hand around her waist and his other hand gently touched her bare right shoulder. His face, in which some smooth and silky hair strands covering his forehead is now glistening with the rays of sun,which are peeping through the narrow opening of eyes were fixed on her rosy lips.

'Tarika ji... 'He softly called her.

'Abhi tho apne kaha tha ki.. Umm.. Kya kaha tha apne.. Haa.. Apko kisiki zarurat nahi hai.. Hai na? 'he teased her.

She opened her eyes slowly and saw her Abhijeet is smirking at her.

Ah.. She missed this smile.. This one sided smirk that makes him so special..

There was a brief eyelock.

Tarika's eyes were stuck on his magnetic eyes and she failed to notice that his lips are too close to her. Abhijeet was going to seal his lips on her slightly parted lips where a drop of water is present..but his bad luck! At the exact moment she came in to the real world and pushed him lightly on his shoulders. Tarika stood straight and quickly grabbed her clothes from the wardrobe (actually, that was not the thing she was searching for,but she took the clothes 'cause it is the necessary thing she needs now!) and ran to bathroom blushing hard. The things happened in a hurry that he didn't get a chance to catch her.

'This is not fair tarikaa.. ' he said aloud.

She smiled and closed the door of bathroom.

Abhijeet returned to their bed lazily and lied down hugging the pillow close to his chest.

'You know Tarika, I missed you soo much.. 'He kissed the pillow and he hugged it tightly.

After 5 minutes, Tarika got ready and stepped out from the bathroom. She is in her formals as usual, wearing white colored pants and an overcoat over the black top. She moved near the mirror and grabbed the hair drier. She switched it on and those thin but long curls started dancing in the air.

Abhijeet is watching her each and every moves, still lying on the bed and hugging his 'pillow tarika'. She stole a glance towards him through the mirror and found him watching her. He was having a sad expression in his face. Tarika turned and walked towards him.

'Aw...Kya hua mere abhi ko.? Kyun aise shakal dikhakar baite ho? ' she asked him while pecking his cheeks.

Before he could answer her, she uttered making faces.

'Eew.. Abhi ye dekho.. Tumhara chehra ab bilkul soft nahi hai.. Are you really gonna keep this beard? '

Yes, She was right. Thanks for that damn weary mission.. He hardly got time to himself in those days. He touched his cheek and jaw with his hands were tiny and thick black hairs were started growing.

'Hmm.. Ab shave karna padega.. 'He sighed and headed to bathroom. She returned to her work of drying the hair.

After 20 minutes, abhijeet can from bathroom. He was wearing only his light blue coloured bath towel. All his hairs wet and some strands sticking on his forehead, he looks cute.. He is continuously rubbing his wet hair with a towel in right hand and his other hand was placed on his waist. Meanwhile Tarika came to the room with a coffee mug in her hand.

'Abhi, here's your special coffee.. ' she said and abhijeet turned towards her.

'Wow..thanks sweetheart! ' he uttered while taking the mug from her hand.

Tarika is now shamelessly gazing him, that well built chest,his body wrapped only in that towel which makes him freaking hot, those wet hairs, droplets of water still present In his eye lashes and his clean shaven chiseled chin..' DammitTarika control yourself! 'Her mind reminded.

He sipped a little coffee from the mug and uttered 'ufff.. The coffee is too.. '

'Hottt...! 'She said unknowingly still looking at him in a trance.

He instantly throw her a questioning glance while raising his left brow.

She realised what she had said and quickly covered it with. ''Ahhm... Mera matlab hai ki. Yeh.. Coffee.. Bohot garam hai.' She averted her gaze from him.

He smiled seeing her uneasiness and sipped his coffee and at the next moment, his expression altered into a bitter one. 'Eeewww... Tarika yeh..coffee hai? Cheeni nahi dala tumne? Itna gandi taste aarhi hai. Urghh..' he asked her while making faces.

Tarika was totally confused. 'Aisa kaise ho gaya..Mene cheeni tho daali thi.. Lemme check it'. '. She grabbed the mug from his hand and touched her lips on it and sipped the coffee. Her expression changed into a certain one and she returned the mug to him.

'Kyaa keh rahe ho abhi..maine kaha na..Iss me cheeni hai and its not bitter, it's sweet...dekho..'

'Really?.. Let me taste it once more.. 'After sipping a little, he continued with a seductive tune, ' 'ahh.. Now it's extra sweet...aur..Tarikaji.. Agar roz iss tarah ki coffee peeyunga to main jaroor diabetic ho jayega.. ''

He replied while touching his lips on the edge of mug where her red lipstick mark is present. She tried hard to suppress her blush but miserably failed in it as usual.

'Tum bhi na abhijeet...' Abhijeet is really loving that red shades of blush in her soft placed the mug in the table near them and moved closer.

She turned and was about to walk from there, but he grabbed her right wrist and pulled her towards him. With that sudden pull, her back collided on his wet chest and he embraced his curly beauty with his both hands from back. She struggled a bit in his strong grip.

''Abhijeet.., ye kya kar rhe ho?mujhe Jaane do... ' ' she Ordered him while struggling hard to loosen his hands from her midriff.

'Agar nahi jaane diya to..? ' he challenged her.

'Abhi please na.. Dekho...I'm getting late..! '

She pleaded with a cute face which he can't never deny.

'Hmmm.. 'He sighed disappointedly and removed his hands from her.

'That's my man.. 'She passed her charming smile to him and left the room.

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To be continued...

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