Can I please get 7 for followers for 800!!!

That could be a perfect diwali gift.

Pretty please 🥺👉👈🥀

As i ascended the stairs, with the tray of breakfast in my hand i can't help but smile profoundly, my cheeks are hurting but the smile is not ready to wipe off my face, the feeling of euphoria blooming through my veins, my heart beat faster than normal, my eyes shiny enough to light anything.

The reason for the happiness is him, the person in the room, where I was heading too, the smile spread across my face as I recalled the morning.

I woke up to the heavy weight of a muscled arm draped over my waist, the night was clear yet blurr, felt like a beautiful dream I don't want to forget. The arm who held me close to the heated surface was nice though. Strong, solid and comforting like it could protect me from anything. And I definitely know whose arm it is, a smile spread across my face ,as I snuggled closer to him, his fragrance filling me with comfort. The arm tightened around my waist and pulled me closer to him such that I was almost hovering over him.

I took a deep breath and traveled my eyes up at him, who had a neutral expression on, while sleeping and I couldn't help but lean forward kissing his cheek murmuring a soft "good morning" and leaned against his chest keeping my ear against its perfect heartbeat.

It's my favorite music now, yesterday wasn't our first time making love or having sex we had this two times before,but that never had cuddling session coz one or other of us had to rush from the place as the time passed.

But now, it was a lovely feeling.

"Uhmm good morning"the husky sleepy voice, startled me,as i took my eyes back at his face, who had a light frown on his face, trying to adjust the light around, he yawned pulling me closer to him ,bringing my face closer to his, he fused his lips with mine, his action spoke a hope of forgiveness, his hand posessively on my back, i realized i was still not wearing anything which made my cheeks heaten up.

He broke the kiss and stared into me, still confirming as if it was a dream or not, his eyes looking into mine as if he wanted some answer, some hints, i blinked at him, and pasted my lips up on his forehead, he was shocked and startled both as he cupped my cheek, feeling my skin real, still trying to register that it was not a dream.

Until his phone rang, breaking the trance, I pulled myself off him, wrapping the bedsheet around my chest, wanting him to answer his phone. He grunted, turning towards the side table, as his hand went to fetch the phone, I noticed it was shivering.

I eyed at clock, it was fucking 7a.m. and he hasn't eaten a thing since yesterday.

Fuck it!!!

Fuck it!!!

Fuck it!!!!!

I almost tripped on the sheets as I stood in haste, I grabbed a dress from the wardrobe, and directly rushed down the stairs, and kept the potatoes in the pressure cooker while I got freshen up.

I walked into the room revealing who was wearing his shoes sitting on the bed. As the door opened he looked up at me, his face was glowing than before, eyes sparkling the same as mine, but no expressions on his face, as I had.

No smile, nothing.

He raised his brows at the tray in my hand "what's that!"

"Breakfast" I shrugged walking towards him, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Breakfast?" He confirmed, and I nodded.

He bit his lip, as he tried to hide the sarcasm , the smug expression and the anger building in him.

"Aren't you done with all this!!" He asked, making me frown, done with what, he still thinks I'm acting?

"Done with What!"I asked , confused, the grip on the tray tightening every second as my heart wrenching at his words.

I deserve this!!!

"Being an ideal wife" he chuckled, pushing himself on his feet and walking towards me, such that we're just inches away. The only thing separating us was the tray in my hand.

And he noticed that, I know he wanted to snatch the tray from me and throw it aside, pulling me closer to him, that's what his dark eyes were saying.

"Don't do this, why are you doing this?" He asked, traveling his eyes back at me from the tray, his voice hoarse and desperate.

"Tell me na Naira"he raised his harsh voice , holding my wrist pulling me closer, his eyes filling with irritation.

What the fuck is happening with me!

His eyes screaming for answers.

"Tell me Naira"he shouted this time, making me flinch and my body reacted with another shout
"Coz i wanna fix the damage i did"

That's all i say and the frown on his face deepened, he left go off my hand and stepped back confused "huh"

"I wanna fix the damage I did"I said, and pointed at the wound he had, I can't tell him I am trying to get that old Kartik back, if I do I know he will bury him deeper in the darkness, trapping it forever.

He scoffed.

"The stitches on you fucking body - i wanna fix that!"

"And for that you needa eat healthy and meds"another scoff.

I walked closer to him , his frown formed again, as I stared at him unaffected and kept the tray on the bed.

"Breakfast"I said sternly, as if I am making a kid eat his meal, when he is angry or something.

"I am not in a mood" he scoffed, and shrugged turning, and grabbed his jacket.

I held his arm, pulling him to me, closer our nose inches apart as his body was bowing to look at me.

"Kartik Goenka am not gonna fucking repeat, eat the breakfast or i won't think twice before thing you the chair and shoving the food down your throat"and his eyes darkened with challenge or lust i don't know as he bit his lip trying to hide the smile came on his face, i held back my smile "Am serious"i added, he rolled his eyes with mischeif spread accross his face.

He slumped back on the bed, and picked up a roll of the aloo Paratha with mayonnaise and veggies. His favorite and bite it, in the most seductive way looking into my eyes, saying this could be you.

I looked away, ignoring the feeling, the butterflies in my stomach,as he continued to eat, the moan every other second was doing it's work, my pussy was throbbing,wet my throat and lips dry, and all i want to look at him, but i can't, i know the look on his face.

He got done, I guess as the sound stopped, I looked back at him who was staring at me now standing closer to me.

"Thanks, after so long i had -ahem Indian food"he said nervously, rubbing his nape in nervousness, and i went awe at it, my smile spread across my face.

He rolled his eyes before turning but I held his hand, turning him back towards me, and touched the corner of his lip. He stiffened as I wiped the mayonnaise off his mouth, and kept the finger in my mouth sucking it, his mouth went dry.

He gulped and looked away clearing his throat and picked up his jacket.

"Where are you going?"

"Office"

"I too wanna come"

"Why"

"I wanna work in your office" he looked at me raising his brows, his eyes narrowed.

And I can't help but smile sheepishly.

Am not gonna sit here in this scary black building, I wanna work. I worked at a NGO but now I guess I lost that job or whatever, plus I have to stick around him in order to win him back.