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He looked at her, studying her face. She was still mad at him, and he couldn't blame her. He had been acting like an ass all day.
He took a step closer to her, his body almost touching hers. "Can you forgive me?" he asked quietly.
She nodded, "go and change, you will catch cold." He smirked at her worrying, finding it both irritating and endearing. "I'll be fine," he said, waving off her concern.
But he could see the genuine worry in her eyes and it softened his heart. "I'll change," he added, walking towards the bathroom.
Kiara was sitting on the swing in the hall, and using her phone when the door opened, "where is Ekansh?"
She frowned looking at Anjali, "um he is taking shower." Kiara replied. Anjali looked at her and took a seat on the couch.
"Is he really happy with you?" She asked making mistakes frowned, but before she could answer Ekansh entered.
"Ekansh, I was here to call you. Do you remember we used to sit near the river when we were still young, should we go there?" She asked.
He was surprised to see Anjali sitting in their house, she suggested visiting the river, he felt a pang of nostalgia. They had spent countless hours there, talking and laughing. But that was a lifetime ago.
He looked at Kiara, noticing her frown at Anjali's question. He knew he had to handle this carefully.
"Yeah, I remember," he said finally, trying to keep his voice neutral.
He could feel Kiara's gaze on him, but he avoided meeting her eyes. He knew she was probably questioning his relationship with Anjali.
"But I'm busy right now," he added, a clear dismissal. He hoped Anjali would leave.
"Come on, what's making you so busy?" Anjali asked making a pout and that cringed Kiara.
He clenched his jaw, feeling his patience thinning. He didn't appreciate Anjali's persistence, and he could sense Kiara's discomfort growing.
"I have responsibilities now," he said tersely, trying to keep his tone polite. "I can't just go off wherever I want like I used to."
"Come on, Kiara won't mind it." Anjali said making Kiara chuckle, "I will mind it, I trust my husband a lot Anjali, but I don't trust unknown people." Kiara walked towards Ekansh and stood next to him. Clutching his arms.
He smirked at her possessiveness, secretly enjoying her show of possessiveness.
He looked at Anjali, who seemed taken aback by Kiara's audacity. He put his arm around Kiara's waist, drawing her against him.
"You heard her," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. "She doesn't want me to go."
Kiara smiled at his words, she liked it. He shot Anjali a warning glare, silently telling her to back off.
He could feel Kiara's body pressed against him, and it was taking all his restraint not to pull her even closer.
Kiara could feel Anjali's jealousy as she walked out of the house, Kiara tried to step back as soon as she left.
He watched as Anjali left, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy she had clearly shown.
When Kiara stepped back, he didn't release his grip on her hip. Instead, he pulled her back towards him.
"Possessive now, aren't you?" he teased, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"No!" She tried to remove his hands. He chuckled, enjoying her attempts to break free from his hold. "No?" he repeated, his voice low. "Then why were you clutching me so tightly just now?"
He pulled her even closer, his body pressed against her, his hand on her waist, holding her possessively.
"Because you are my husband," she whispered. He smiled at her response, liking the sound of that.
She stared into his eyes, her breath heavy. Her eyes fell onto his lips, her lips were slightly parted as she stared at his. Suddenly she was craving to kiss him but she had no courage.
He noticed her gaze on his lips and his heart rate quickened. He could feel the tension crackling between them, the air thick with unspoken desire.
He tightened his grip on her waist, his thumb gently caressing the skin just above her hip.
"Is there something you want?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Huh? N-no." She whispered and tried to Walk away again.
He chuckled at her attempt to play coy. He knew she was just as affected as he was.
He stepped closer to her, effectively trapping her between him and the wall. He put one arm on either side of her, boxing her in.
"You're a terrible liar," he murmured, looking straight into her eyes. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just over hers. "I can see the way your breathing has quickened, the way your lips are parted slightly," he whispered, his breath brushing against her skin.
She closed her eyes, He smirked at her response, enjoying the effect he was having on her.
He moved even closer, his body now pressed against hers, pinning her against the wall. He could feel her heart racing, the rapid beat mirrored by his own.
His hand moved up to her face, caressing her cheek. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the inner struggle between resisting him and giving in to her desires.
He couldn't wait any longer. He tilted her head up with his hand, gently but firmly. He brought her closer, his lips hovering just above hers, barely touching.
"Tell me to stop if you don't want it," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
He took her silence as a sign of consent.
He closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss. It was gentle at first, a soft press of his lips against hers, but when she responded, he couldn't hold back.
His hands on her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
Her hands coiled around his neck, reaching his hair. He groaned at the feeling of her hands in his hair, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He pressed her even harder against the wall, his body now flush against hers.
She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, she bites her lips and ran inside the room.
He stood there, still leaning against the wall, stunned by her sudden retreat.
He was taken aback by her abrupt action, the kiss still lingering on his lips. He watched as she ran into the room, a mixture of confusion and desire coursing through him. He chuckled at her behaviour and sighed, "cute... She is."
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