[72]
The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, casting soft golden patterns on the white bedsheets.
The monsoon had paused for a few hours, leaving the air cool and fragrant with the scent of wet earth and jasmine from the courtyard below.
Amisha sat on the edge of the bed, back straight, arms crossed tightly over her chest, face turned deliberately to the side.
Her light-pink saree was still perfectly draped, but her expression screamed anger-lips pressed in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks slightly puffed in that adorable way she had when she was truly mad.
Abhiraj stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, watching her with that mix of guilt and amusement he always wore when he knew he was in trouble.
The crime?
He had handed his gun to Aviraj earlier that morning "for practice" in the backyard shooting range.
Amisha had walked in at the exact moment Aviraj (10 years old) was holding the weapon with both hands, Abhiraj standing behind him, guiding his stance.
She had frozen.
Then exploded.
"Abhiraj! Yeh kya kar rahe ho?!"
He had tried to explain.
"Bas basic safety sikha raha tha... woh bada ho raha hai, jaan. Ek din toh seekhna hi padega."
But Amisha wasn't having it.
"Ek din? Woh abhi baccha hai! Aur tum uske haath mein gun de rahe ho?"
The argument had continued through lunch, through the kids' playtime, and now here they were-alone in their room, the children finally sent outside to play.
Abhiraj sighed, walked closer.
"Amisha..."
She turned her face further away.
He tried again, softer.
"Gussa chhod do na..."
No response.
He sat on the bed beside her, thigh brushing hers.
She shifted away.
He leaned in, lips brushing her cheek.
She turned her face sharply.
Kiss landed on her other cheek.
He tried again-aimed for her lips.
She tilted her head down.
Kiss landed on her forehead.
He chuckled low.
"Amisha..."
She turned her head side to side like a stubborn child.
Kiss on chin.
Kiss on jaw.
Kiss on temple.
She was fighting a smile now, but still angry.
Finally, he cupped her jaw gently but firmly between his thumb and fingers.
Held her face still.
Leaned in.
This time, she couldn't escape.
His lips met hers-soft at first, then deeper, slower, the kind of kiss that always melted her anger.
She made a small sound of protest, but her hands came up to his shoulders anyway.
He smiled against her mouth.
Then pushed her back gently onto the bed.
She fell with a soft gasp.
Before she could sit up, he was over her-body covering hers completely, forearms braced on either side of her head, legs caging hers.
His weight pinned her.
His face inches away.
"Now... yeh enough hai, Amisha."
She narrowed her eyes, still angry.
Struggled a little (wrists pushing at his chest, hips shifting).
But he had her completely covered.
No escape.
His voice dropped lower.
"Gussa karo... par itna mat karo ki main pagal ho jaun."
She huffed, cheeks pink.
He leaned down, kissed her again.
Deeper.
Slower.
Her struggles slowed.
Then stopped.
She kissed him back-just a little.
He smiled against her lips.
Then the door burst open.
Three voices at once.
"PAPAAAAA!"
"MUMMYYYY!"
"PAPAAAAA!"
Aryan, Aviraj, and Abhira came running in-hair messy from playing, cheeks red, laughing.
Amisha pushed Abhiraj hard in surprise.
He lost balance-fell off the bed with a loud THUD on the floor.
Amisha sat up immediately, eyes wide.
Shock.
Abhiraj groaned, rubbing his back.
The children froze for one second.
Then Abhira (4 years old) toddled over to him.
"Papa... aap zameen pe kya kar rahe ho?"
Aryan climbed on top of him while he was still on the floor, sitting on his stomach.
"Papa utho!"
Aviraj ran to Amisha, hugged her tightly, cheek pressed to her cheek.
"Mummy! Hum jeet gaye hide-and-seek mein!"
Abhira climbed onto Abhiraj's chest (now sitting up), hugging his neck.
"Papa... aap gir gaye?"
Abhiraj murmured under his breath, voice pained.
"Pehli baar mujhe bachche karne ka dukh ho raha hai...
meri kiss adhuri reh gayi."
Aryan looked at him confused.
"Kya?"
Abhiraj quickly.
"Kuch nahi beta."
He stood up slowly, rubbing his bum
.
Gave Amisha a look-dark, promising.
I will see you at night.
Amisha hid her chuckle in Aviraj's hair.
Then slowly, she was covered by her three children.
Aviraj hugging her tightly, head on her neck, cheek to cheek.
Aryan holding her waist, head on her chest.
Abhira hanging on her legs, hugging her thighs.
All three talking at once.
Aviraj: "Mummy, aaj maine Krish ko haraya hide-and-seek mein!"
Aryan: "Nahi! Main jeeta tha!"
Abhira: "Mummy... mujhe ice cream chahiye raat ko!"
Abhiraj stood a few feet away, watching the pile of his children on his wife.
He crossed his arms.
"Arre bachcho... mujhe bhi bata diya karo kabhi ye sab.
Mujhse kam pyar karte ho kya?"
Aryan looked up.
"Papa aap interest hi nahi lete ho."
Abhiraj raised an eyebrow.
"Leta hoon main interest."
Aryan: "Toh batao... main konsi class mein padhta hoon?"
Abhiraj confidently.
"4th mein."
Aryan: "Woh toh Aviraj padhta hai."
Abhiraj blinked.
"Oh... tum toh kindergarten mein jaate ho."
Aryan turned his face away dramatically.
"Wahan toh Abhira jaati hai."
Abhiraj scratched his head, gave a hesitant toothy smile.
Aviraj laughed.
Amisha burst into full laughter, head thrown back, eyes crinkling.
The children joined in.
Abhiraj just stood there, watching his wife laugh-hair messy, cheeks pink, surrounded by their kids.
And despite the interrupted kiss, despite the fall, despite everything...
He smiled too.
Because this was his world.
His chaos.
His everything.
What do you think about chapter.want more chapters.sorry bonus chapter.
Yahi scene ka raat vala scene dekhna hai.(In simple ways you can say smut dekhna hai inka.)
Mene dono story pe update ki hai read karna.
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