The warm breeze of Chennai city gently rustled through the trees, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that enveloped us as we strolled along the bustling streets of T. Nagar. The sun's golden rays played upon our faces, casting a glow that seemed to mirror the happiness radiating from within us. Today is special—a day of celebration as we shopped for the housewarming pooja that my parents are going to host in the village.

Amid the cheerful chaos of vendors and shoppers my eyes were drawn to a vibrant green silk saree displayed elegantly in a shop window. Its intricate design and rich hue instantly caught my attention. I could almost envision my mother-in-law draped in that saree, its beauty reflecting her grace. Without a second thought I decided to purchase it—a thoughtful gift to show my appreciation for the woman who had embraced me as her own within a few months of our marriage.

" But aren't we here to shop for your parents?" Abi gently reminded me when I bought the green silk saree.

" And we did shop for my parents, but this green beauty caught my attention and I'm sure Athey will love this too" I answered him with a dreamy smile.

" Hmm... a gift without any occasion?" He raised his eyebrows at me while leaning on the bill counter.

" I don't need an occasion to buy something for Athey. Moreover, she always buys something special for me. This time let it be me" I replied while taking the shopping bag from the bill counter after the billing process was done.

Nodding with a polite smile for the staff in charge of the billing counter, we left the saree shop.

Continuing our shopping spree, we ventured into a mall, its air-conditioned atmosphere a refreshing break from the sun's warmth. As we were done shopping for the family, I think we deserve a reward.

" Pastry?" he asks.

" Ice cream" I breathed out while taking a seat opposite him and looking around the food court.

Thankfully, today it's less crowded and more peaceful just as I wished. Talking about the next day's preparation to leave for the village, we ate the ice cream and spent a few minutes strolling around holding each other's hands.

Abishan's eyes twinkled mischievously as we walked past a garment shop, and he pointed towards a lace lingerie set displayed in the window. Arching an eyebrow at him, I felt a playful tug in my heart as I tried to pull him further, but he didn't budge even an inch. I knew his intentions well and decided to play along, shaking my head slightly.

His eyes widened and he adopted an endearing puppy-dog expression, a silent plea dancing within them. I couldn't resist and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

"This isn't the time to act like a kid, Abi" I said while hiding my blushy smile as I tried to drag him away, but he stood strong.

" Right, this is the time to act like adults. Let's buy that teasing black beauty for you" he winked at me which caused me to look away to protect my heated cheeks from his naughty eyes.

"Abi, we're getting late" I reasoned.

"Then we shouldn't waste much time. Hurry up, Aru. Let's buy that black beauty and leave ASAP" He seemed so dedicated to buying that lingerie that would hardly cover anything.

I've never tried on lingerie even though our sex life is so active. I don't know why but wearing something like lingerie never crossed my mind as we were always more focused on how to get rid of clothes within a few seconds.

" Aru, please. let's just buy it for now. You can decide later if you want to wear that or not but please buy it for me" he pleaded with his eyes kissed and mouth shaped like a pug.

He looked funny but adorable.

" Buy it for you? Abi, I don't think you can fit into that." I joked and laughed at myself while he simply passed a glare, and I stopped imagining him in that black beauty.

Horrible imagination!

" Fine" he says firmly, and he walks ahead of me muttering his disappointment at not being able to see me in that black beauty.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his grumpy face." Abishan"I called him softly, making his head turn back with utter disappointment on his face, which didn't last long as I gave a subtle nod with a shy smile playing in the corner of my lips and the adorable grin that lit up Abishan's face was enough to melt my resolve. In a matter of moments, the delicate lace lingerie was nestled safely in my shopping bag. And he looked like a kid who got his favorite ice cream after so many failed attempts. I was so happy and excited.

The sun had dipped below the horizon when we finally returned home, our arms laden with bags filled with tokens of affection. After a quick hearty dinner that we ordered from the nearest restaurant as both of us were too exhausted to cook.

Abi's excitement was palpable as he playfully urged me to wear and give him a show on the lingerie I had purchased earlier. My initial shyness gave way to a desire to indulge his request and I couldn't deny feeling desired and cherished by him.

Stepping into the bedroom I took a deep breath and slipped into the lace lingerie. The delicate fabric clung to my curves; its intricate patterns are a testament to its beauty. As I stepped out into the dimly lit room, Abi's gaze met mine and all hesitations flew away, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of surprise, lust, and appreciation. He took a step closer, his fingertips brushing my skin sensually tracing the contours of the lingerie.

" Thanks for wearing this... on my request" he breathed near on the nap of my neck, making me shudder.

" Anything... for... you" I shouted badly, not able to look into his eyes, which reflected his deepest dirty desire for me.

He doesn't smile but leans in, bringing his face close to mine while his hands move sensually on every part of my body as if he knows my body better than me." I'm forever grateful for that." He breathes slowly letting his hot breath touch my soul.

" And... allow me to show my gratitude." His voice is as deep as the ocean and as soothing as his touch, which makes me want to curl into a ball and hide in his chest for the rest of our lives.

Our gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes. At that moment words seemed inadequate to express the depth of our emotions.

With a nod, I let him.

Every time he touches me, he brings heaven to my feet.

Pushing me against the wall behind me, Abi smirked before releasing a harsh breath. He captured my lips as his hand went down on me. With his tongue moving against mine, he moved his finger inside me in such a rhythmic way that I gasped in the kiss and held him tight as if my life depended on him. With every stroke, he took me to another world. His touch is electrifying, and his kiss is breathtaking. I had a demanding time deciding whether to focus on the kiss or his fingers playing with my core? And for a fact, he was doing a wonderful job on both of my vertical and horizon lips.

This very moment was filled with so many emotions and desires that I'm not able to put them into words. In that moment, I felt more than just desire; I felt a flood of emotions surge within me.

The attention, the care, and the sheer affection that he showered upon me every single day overwhelmed my heart. Unbidden tears welled up in my eyes, a silent release of the depth of my gratitude.

Concern flickered in Abi's eyes when he noticed my tears and stopped everything he was doing as he left my lips, pulled out his finger from down there and stepped back.

I was taken aback by his withdrawal, and I still tried to pull myself together to figure out what just happened.

He looked horribly scared. His eyes widened and his face was covered in fear.

" I'm so sorry. sorry. If I made you uncomfortable Please don't cry sorry I shouldn't have forced you to wear thisAru, please don't cry. I swear, hereafter I won't even touch you. Please stop crying." He panicked and looked genuinely terrified by the thought that he had caused me discomfort by making me wear this. Hes under misunderstanding.

Idiot, I wore this because I wanted to wear it and enjoy the pleasure equally with him. This is just a new level of spice that we added to our intimate routine, and I'm so damn excited for this.

He mistook my tears for discomfort. He began to apologies fervently, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm sorry, please. Don't cry. "He was tense, and I couldn't help but laugh while wiping off my tears immediately.

Now he looked perplexed.

" Sometimes you're so dumb. but like this dumb version of you too" I smiled with sparkling eyes as he looked dumbfounded.

"I don't know. I'm sorry. I jusss" he repeated.

But before he could say another word my lips found his and the kiss was a passionate affirmation of my emotions. The worry melted away from his expression as our mouths met a fusion of longing and understanding.

"That's called happy tears, you idiot." I muttered in between the kisses and saw him smiling in relief.

As the night deepened, our connection deepened as well. Our desires ignited by simple lace lingerie blossomed into a burning passion that consumed us both. In the quiet intimacy of our bedroom amidst whispered promises and fervent caresses we surrendered to the rhythm of our hearts.

When the night finally waned, and our bodies lay entwined in a cocoon of contentment, I found myself wrapped in Abishan's arms. The weight of his affection was both a comfort and a revelation. The laughter, the tears, the stolen glances, and the whispered confessions—they were all threads that weave the tapestry of our relationship. And as we drifted into slumber our hearts beat in unison, a melody of love that resonated through the night and beyond.

Wait, did I say love?