Autor's POV
Koushalya was sleeping peacefully, her previous thoughts about her husband and her future gave her hope. She eventually slept thinking about all those imaginary moments between her and Sanjiv.
When Sanjiv came back from the kitchen, with lemon juice he found her sleeping peacefully. He didn't have the heart to wake her up.
Placing the juice glass on the table, he pulled the duvet over her. Bending down till her level he placed a gentle kiss on her temple adjusting her few baby hairs which were falling on her face. Seeing her sleeping figure he felt so calm inside him, he always felt this calmness whenever she is around him. It's like she carries a positive vibe all the time.
One by one he was gazing at her facial features, and at last his eyes stuck on her fuller lips which attracted him to touch it, suck it, and whatnot. Last night moments played inside his mind, h
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Author's POV But as soon as she opened the door her smile faded away and a sadly surprised look took over her. " Mom, dad? '' Koushalya spoke with a hint of sadness when she saw her in-laws at the doorstep, instead of her husband. " See, my idea of surprise worked, " said Muthu with a proud smile while his wife Supriya nodded in agreement. Sanjiv's mother, Supriya, and his father Muthu smiled seeing their daughter in law, koushy covered her sadness with a smile and welcomed them Koushalya was a bit disappointed with Sanjeev not being there, that doesn't mean she dislikes her in-laws. Of Course not. She loves her in-laws just like she loves her parents. It's just she was expecting her husband and when she couldn't find him there, the sudden sadness took a few minutes to process. It's almost going to be three months of Koushalya and Sanjiv's marriage. And this is the first time that San
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Author's POV " Okay, how about ......first let me open up the good news. Then you can continue with yours, " Sanjiv said, raising both eyebrows in a questioning manner. Koushalya nodded at him, faking a smile, and turned around to lock their bedroom. Tapping his foot on the floor Sanjiv waited for her to open up, he knew she was up to something, that's why he chose to be first in anyways. Walking to him Koushalya sat beside him glancing at the packet in his hands, it was wrapped in a blue and red gift wrap. She was curious knowing the uncertainty of the gift yet she is excited for the sudden gift from him too. Being conscious of his moves, Sanjiv gave her his full attention. Taking the gift peck he handed it over to her with a wink and said " open it ". Koushalya took it from him and opened it in excitement. Her pupils were delighted as soon as she saw lingeries in it. The black chiffon lingerie was folded wi
Sanjiv's POV I thought we would be having a romantic passionate night after reveling her about our mini trip.But no, my wife has to ruin it by dragging unnecessary topics. Can't she just accept the things for once without questioning them? Okay, I accept, I talked more than I should. But can't she ignore that considering my efforts to make her happy by taking her on a trip? Isn't she should be happy? Her husband has just gifted her something exclusive?I hoped she would be happy to know that we would be spending our quality time for the whole weak, only us. But no my wife wants to spoil it, attending her friend's wedding is more important for her. I mean, as a good wife her priority should be me, her husband. Not her friend nor her job. All above that, the way she spoke to me was way more surprising for me. I never knew she has such a sharp tongue, at least till now. I saw the confidence