Kiara slipped her key into the door, turned it, and stepped inside, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she escaped the chaos of the outside world. With a contented sigh, she dropped her bag onto the sofa, letting it fall with a soft thud onto the plush cushions. 

She followed suit, collapsing beside it and letting out a deep breath as she sank into the softness. The apartment enveloped her in its cozy warmth, the perfect haven after a long day. As she settled in, Kiara felt her muscles relax, her mind unwind, and her heart rate slow down. 

The apartment was her happy place, a sanctuary where she could be herself without fear of judgment or criticism. Kiara loved everything about it, from the soft beige walls that seemed to glow with a warm light to the rich brown hardwood floors that creaked softly underfoot.

 The furniture was comfortable and inviting, the perfect blend of style and practicality. And the best part? The apartment was just the right size for two people to share comfortably. 

Kiara slipped into something comfortable, trading her pink kurti for a cozy t-shirt and shorts. She made her way to the kitchen, her feet padding softly on the floor. As she waited for the coffee to brew, her mind began to wander back to her math professor, Abhir.

 She couldn't help but think about the way he had explained complex concepts with ease, the way his eyes had sparkled when he wrote on the blackboard, and the way his smile had made her feel like she was the only person in the room.

As she poured herself a steaming mug of coffee, Kiara felt a flutter in her chest. She had always thought of math as a boring subject, but Abhir had somehow made it seem exciting and beautiful. 

And it wasn't just the subject that had caught her attention - it was the professor himself. Kiara felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she thought about Abhir's charming smile and his kind eyes.

She took a sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. As she stood there, lost in thought, Kiara couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to know Abhir better. Would he be just as kind and charming outside of the classroom? And what would it be like to be alone with him, without the distraction of math problems and classroom chatter?

As she stood there, lost in thought, Kiara felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't believe she was actually fantasizing about her math professor. 

It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself. Abhir was charming, intelligent, and kind, and Kiara found herself drawn to him in a way she had never experienced before. 

ust as Kiara was starting to get caught up in her daydreams, she heard a voice behind her. "Thinking about me, sweetheart?" it said. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face the speaker, her mind racing with possibilities.

Kiara's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Abhir standing in her kitchen, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she realized that he must have let himself in, and that she was standing there in her shorts and t-shirt, looking like a complete mess.

"Abhir sir!" Kiara exclaimed, trying to sound calm despite the turmoil that was going on inside her. "What are you doing here?" Abhir's smile grew wider as he took a step closer to her. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I just wanted to drop off some notes for our next class."

Kiara felt a wave of relief wash over her, followed by a pang of disappointment. Notes for class? That's all he had come for? She pushed the thought aside, chiding herself for being ridiculous. What had she expected, anyway?

"Thanks, Abhir sir," Kiara said, trying to sound casual as she took the notes from him. Their fingers touched briefly, sending a spark of electricity through her body. Kiara felt her heart skip a beat as she met Abhir's gaze, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. 

He walked towards her, his eyes locked on hers, and Kiara felt her heart racing in her chest. She was trapped between the fridge and the counter, with no escape from the intensity of his gaze. Abhir's face was inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. 

"What are you doing, Abhir?" Kiara whispered, her voice barely audible. Abhir's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his lips inches from hers. "I think you know, Kiara," he whispered back, his voice low and husky. 

Abhir's voice was low and husky as he bent down to Kiara's level. His breath whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You're loving this, aren't you?" he asked, his words dripping with seduction. "This little game of cat and mouse we're playing."

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she met Abhir's gaze. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and she could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. She felt a flutter in her chest, her pulse racing with excitement. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil brewing inside her.

Abhir chuckled, the sound sending a thrill through Kiara's body. "Don't play coy with me, Kiara," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. "I can see the excitement in your eyes, the way your pulse is racing. You're enjoying this game, aren't you?" Kiara felt her face grow hot with excitement, her body responding to Abhir's proximity in ways she couldn't control.

Kiara's hands balled into fists as she pushed Abhir away, her cheeks puffing out in a familiar gesture of annoyance. It was a habit she'd had since childhood, whenever she got angry or frustrated. Abhir's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he looked taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"I'm angry, Mr. Maths Professor," Kiara said, her voice firm but her eyes sparkling with amusement. Abhir raised an eyebrow, his mind racing to calculate the reason behind her anger, but he kept coming up with zero. He couldn't quite add up why his "wife" was upset.

Kiara's eyes flashed with mock anger as she poked her finger into Abhir's chest. "You are very bad, Mr. Birli," she said, her voice firm but her tone playful. Abhir's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze locked on hers.

Abhir's hand closed around Kiara's finger, his grip warm and gentle. He held her gaze, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh? And what, might I ask, have I done to deserve such a severe judgment, Mrs. Birla?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Kiara's cheeks flushed with color as she tried to maintain her stern expression. But Abhir's eyes seemed to see right through her, and he knew that she was just playing a game. He took a step closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me, Kiara, what have I done to earn your wrath?"

Kiara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she mimicked Abhir's voice. "'Hey, you, the girl next to Ishvi,'" she repeated, her tone perfecting the casual, slightly teasing inflection he had used in the college. Abhir's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and then he chuckled, clearly impressed.

But Kiara's expression quickly turned stern, her hands on her hips. "That's how you address your wife, Mr. Birla?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock indignation. "No term of endearment, no sweet nothings? Just a casual 'hey, you' like I'm some kind of stranger?" 

Abhir's breath whispered against Kiara's ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Let me remind you, Mrs. Birla, that for college, you are just my student... or should I tell everyone that you're my wife?" he asked, his voice low and husky. Kiara's heart skipped a beat as she felt a flutter in her chest. She knew Abhir was teasing her, but the threat was still there, lingering in the air like a challenge.

Abhir's eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, his tone firm but controlled. "The choice is yours, Kiara. But let me make one thing clear: in that classroom, I am your professor, and you will address me as such. Do I make myself clear?" Kiara's playful smile faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. 

She hadn't anticipated Abhir's stern reaction, and his frustration was palpable.

Kiara nodded, still feeling a bit taken aback by Abhir's sudden sternness. He turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone. But she didn't stay still for long. She followed him, her eyes fixed on his broad back as he strode across the room.

As she entered the living room, she saw Abhir sitting on the sofa, his eyes fixed on some point across the room. He looked a bit pissed off, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed. But Kiara just smiled to herself. She knew that look, and she knew exactly how to fix it.

Without hesitation, she walked over to the sofa and plopped down on Abhir's lap. He looked up at her in surprise, his eyes widening as he took in her mischievous grin. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Kiara just shrugged, snuggling into his chest. "I'm sitting on my husband's lap," she replied, her voice innocent. "Is that allowed, Professor?" Abhir's expression softened, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"You're pushing your luck, Mrs. Birla," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Kiara's smile grew wider, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "I'm just getting started, Professor," she whispered back.

Kiara's voice was laced with a hint of jealousy as she spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, I have heard from Ishvi that lots of girls in the college have a crush on you, Mr. Birla," she told him, her tone teasing but with an undercurrent of possessiveness.

Abhir's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he turned to face her, his eyes searching hers. "Oh? And how do you feel about that?" he asked, his voice low and husky, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. Kiara shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but Abhir could see the faintest glimmer of jealousy in her eyes.

"Ishvi said they all swoon over your 'dashing good looks' and 'charming smile'," Kiara continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence that they all happen to be in your class." Abhir chuckled, pulling her close. "Jealous, Mrs. Birla?" he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. Kiara's face grew hot, and she looked away, trying to hide her blush. 

Kiara's eyes flashed with a hint of possessiveness as she warned Abhir, her voice low and serious. "Well, stay away from that Shivangi, shakal se hi jadugarni lagti hai." Abhir's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he let out a low chuckle. "Shivangi, the seductress, huh?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Kiara's expression remained stern, her jaw clenched. "I'm serious, Abhir. She's got a reputation for flirting with all the handsome professors. I don't want you falling prey to her charms." Abhir's laughter grew louder, and he pulled Kiara into a tight hug. "You're adorable when you're jealous, Mrs. Birla," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

"But don't worry, I only have eyes for you. Shivangi can try all she wants, but she'll never replace my beautiful wife," he reassured her, his voice filled with affection. Kiara's expression softened, and she smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She knew Abhir was teasing her, but she also knew he loved her, and that was all that mattered.

Abhir called out softly, his voice gentle as he tried to rouse Kiara from her cozy spot on his chest. "Kiara..." But she just hummed, a soft, sleepy sound that vibrated through his chest. Abhir smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He knew that hum, knew it meant she was comfortable and didn't want to move.

"Let's sleep in the bed comfortably," he suggested, trying to tempt her into getting up. But Kiara just shook her head, her hair rustling against his chest. "No," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "I don't want the bed. I'm comfortable here." 

She snuggled deeper into his chest, her hand slipping under his shirt to rest against his skin. Abhir's heart skipped a beat at the touch, and he felt his resolve weaken. He looked down at Kiara, her face peaceful and serene in sleep. He sighed, knowing he was beaten. "Fine," he whispered, wrapping his arms tighter around her. "We'll sleep here." 

With Kiara still curled up against his chest, Abhir carefully lifted her into his arms, making sure not to disturb her peaceful slumber. He carried her to their bedroom, his footsteps quiet on the floor. Gently, he laid down on the bed, Kiara still snuggled up against him.

 He settled in, cradling her in his arms, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over him. Kiara stirred slightly, her hand flexing against his chest, but she didn't wake. Instead, she nestled deeper into his warmth, her body relaxed and trusting. Abhir smiled, feeling his heart swell with love for this tiny, fierce woman who had captured his heart.

Abhir's lips brushed against Kiara's temple, his kiss soft and gentle. "I love you, Kia," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but full of emotion. Kiara's face, relaxed in sleep, softened even further, her lips curving upward in a sweet, unconscious smile

He placed another kiss on her temple, his lips brushing against her soft skin. "I love you too, Abhir," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but Abhir's heart heard it loud and clear.

 He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, feeling grateful for this moment, for this love that they shared. As he drifted off to sleep, he knew that he would cherish this moment, this feeling, forever.

..................

Sunday morning dawned bright and lazy, and Kiara woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She stretched, yawning, and reached out to Abhir's side of the bed, only to find it empty. She sat up, looking around the room, but Abhir was nowhere to be seen. 

A faint scent of sweat and cologne lingered on his pillow, and Kiara's curiosity was piqued. She tossed off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, planting her feet firmly on the ground.

She padded out of the bedroom, her bare feet making barely a sound on the cool marble floor. As she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the heavenly aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Kiara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Abhir, his broad back and shoulders flexing as he moved around the kitchen. His shirtless torso glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, and Kiara's eyes were drawn to the sweet droplets trickling down his spine.

 She could tell he had just finished a workout in the home gym, and the thought sent a flutter through her chest.

Kiara's eyes roamed over Abhir's physique, drinking in the sight of his chiseled muscles and smooth skin. 

She felt a surge of love and desire, her heart skipping a beat as she gazed at her husband. Abhir sensed her presence and turned, a slow smile spreading across his face as he caught her gaze. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Kiara's spine.

Kiara slipped her arms around Abhir's waist, hugging him from behind. She rested her head against the back of his shoulder, her cheek pressing against his warm skin. "Good morning, husband," she whispered, her voice soft and husky

. Abhir chuckled, his hands covering hers as he held her close. "You smell like sleep and sweetness," he murmured, his lips brushing against her hair. Kiara giggled, her breath tickling his skin. 

"And you smell like sweat and coffee," she teased, her voice muffled against his back. Abhir laughed, his chest vibrating with the sound. "I guess we make a good pair, then.

Kiara's voice was laced with dramatic flair as she exclaimed, "Oh my god, I just can't believe it!" Abhir raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden outburst. Kiara's eyes sparkled with amusement as she continued, 

"People in college say that Professor Birla, the maths professor, is super strict and never smiles. But here he is, laughing and being all domesticated!" She teased him, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. 

Abhir chuckled, shaking his head good-naturedly. "Hey, I'm a complex man with many facets," he said, grinning. "And besides, I'm not that strict... unless you're not doing your math homework, that is." Kiara giggled, snuggling closer to him. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep my math skills sharp, Professor Birla."

Kiara's voice was laced with a subtle seductiveness as she spoke, her eyes locked on Abhir's with a playful sparkle. "I'll do the math homework, and the other homework you'll ask me to, my Professor Husband," she said, her tone dripping with sweetness and a hint of flirtation.

 Abhir's gaze lingered on hers, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. He could sense the undercurrent of teasing in her voice, and his heart skipped a beat in response. He leaned back against the counter, his eyes never leaving Kiara's face.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice low and husky, playing along with her flirtatious tone. "And what makes you think I'd assign you homework, my dear wife?" Kiara's smile deepened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I don't know, Professor Birla," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get an A+ from you."

With a gentle yet firm grasp, Abhir lifted Kiara up and sat her down on the kitchen counter, her legs dangling in the air. Kiara let out a playful squeal as she settled into her new perch, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Abhir stepped closer, his hands resting on either side of her hips, his face inches from hers. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked on hers.

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Abhir's eyes held hers, his gaze burning with intensity. She felt a flutter in her chest, her pulse quickening as she gazed back at him. "I think we were discussing my homework, Professor Birla," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

 Abhir's lips curved into a slow smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, yes. Your homework." He paused, his gaze roaming over her face. "I think you'll find that your assignment is going to be quite... enjoyable." Kiara's eyebrows shot up, her curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what might that be?" Abhir's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's just say it involves a lot of... extracurricular activity."

Kiara's cheeks flushed, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew that look in Abhir's eyes, the one that said he was thinking of something deliciously wicked. "Extracurricular activity, huh?" she repeated, her voice husky. Abhir nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, something that requires a lot of... hands-on participation." Kiara's lips curled into a sly smile, her mind racing with possibilities.

Kiara's heart skipped a beat as Abhir's lips brushed against her hand, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a rush of affection and love for this gentle, caring man who always knew how to make her feel special. Abhir's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with adoration as he kissed her hand again, his lips lingering on her skin

Abhir's lips trailed along Kiara's neck, leaving a tender path of kisses in their wake. "Mmm, are you enjoying this extracurricular activity, Kia?" he murmured, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. Kiara's eyes fluttered closed, her heart racing with delight. 

She lightly slapped his arm, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "You're absolutely shameless, Mr. Husband," she whispered, her voice husky with amusement. Abhir's chuckle vibrated against her skin, sending tremors of pleasure through her entire being. 

"You only wanted an A+," Abhir whispered, his breath hot against Kiara's ear. Kiara pushed him away, a playful glint in her eye. "Filhaal mujhe coffee chahiye jo ubal rahi hai," she said, nodding toward the pan on the stovetop. 

The contents of the pan were boiling over, but it wasn't just the gas flame that was causing the commotion - the air around them was electric with tension. The heat emanating from their bodies seemed to be fueling the bubbling coffee, as if their passion was spilling over into the surroundings. 

Abhir's eyes locked onto Kiara's, his gaze burning with desire. "Coffee can wait," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Abhir swiftly turned off the stove, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the bubbling coffee. He turned to Kiara, his eyes burning with desire, and kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and gentle, yet it held a promise of something more.

 Kiara's lips parted, inviting Abhir in, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. 

As they kissed, Abhir's hands wrapped around Kiara's waist, pulling her closer. Kiara's arms slid around his neck, deepening the kiss. The heat between them intensified, their lips moving in perfect sync. 

The kitchen around them faded into the background, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the beating of their hearts. Abhir's hands roamed over Kiara's body, sending shivers down her spine. Kiara's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss grew more passionate, their love and desire for each other palpable.

Kiara's eyes fluttered closed as Abhir's forehead touched hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. "You are so beautiful, butterfly," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Kiara's heart skipped a beat at the tender nickname, her soul soaring with love.

 She felt Abhir's fingers graze her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You're my beautiful, delicate butterfly," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"You bring light and joy into my life, and I promise to always cherish and protect you." Kiara's eyes opened, her gaze meeting Abhir's. She saw the sincerity and adoration shining in his eyes, and her heart overflowed with love. 

"I love you, Abhir," she whispered, her voice trembling. Abhir's smile lit up his face. "I love you too, Kiara. Forever and always."

...................

"Kia, you've been getting ready for two hours now," Abhir called out from the other side of the door, his voice tinged with amusement.

Kiara's voice drifted out of the room, laced with a hint of laughter. "I'm almost done, Abhir! Just need to put on my earrings." Abhir chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're going to make us late, butterfly," 

he teased, his voice carrying into the room. Kiara's response was a playful giggle, followed by the sound of her heels clicking on the floor. Abhir smiled to himself, his eyes scanning the room as he waited for Kiara to emerge. 

He adjusted his watch, the leather strap creaking softly as he secured it around his wrist. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong forearms, and his hair was perfectly messy, framing his chiseled features. 

He looked every bit the handsome, successful professor he was, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation as he waited for his beautiful wife to join him.

"Beautiful things take time, Abhir," Kiara said, emerging from the room with a radiant smile. Abhir's breath caught in his throat as he took in the breathtaking sight of his wife. She was draped in a stunning black saree, its intricate folds accentuating her curves. 

The pair of earrings he had gifted her sparkled against her skin, adding a touch of elegance to her overall look. Her lips were painted a perfect shade of red, inviting and alluring. And her hair, oh her hair, cascaded down her back in luscious waves, just the way he loved it.

 Abhir's eyes devoured every detail of her appearance, his heart swelling with pride and adoration. "You look...breathtaking, Kiara," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

"Is it really necessary for us to attend the party?" Abhir asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked on Kiara's. "We could always stay home, just the two of us." Kiara's cheeks flushed as she caught the undertone of his suggestion. 

She knew exactly what he had in mind. "Mr. Husband, please keep your naughty thoughts to yourself," she teased, her voice playful. "It's your father's party, after all. We can't miss it." Abhir's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his gaze never leaving Kiara's face.

In a swift and playful move, Kiara grasped Abhir's arm and literally dragged him towards the main door. Before he could even react, she had locked the door and slipped the key into her purse, a triumphant glint in her eye. "Too late for escape now, Mr. Husband," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. Abhir chuckled, shaking his head in defeat, and allowed Kiara to lead him out of the house.

"Give me the car keys, I'll drive," Kiara said, her hand extended expectantly. Abhir raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face, but he handed over the keys without a word. Kiara's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took the keys, her fingers brushing against Abhir's in the process. "You're letting me drive? What's gotten into you, Mr. Husband?" she teased, her voice playful. Abhir's lips curved into a smile as he shook his head, his eyes never leaving Kiara's face.

"I'm just being a good husband," Abhir said, his smile growing wider. "Besides, I've seen your driving skills. You're a pro." Kiara playfully rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Abhir," she said, unlocking the car door. Abhir chuckled, opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat. "I'm shaking with fear," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Kiara grinned, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway

"And moreover, your in-laws love you more than their own son," Abhir said, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "If you complain about me to them, they'll throw me out of the house, not you." Kiara's laughter filled the car, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You're right, I'm their favorite," she teased, her voice playful. Abhir chuckled, shaking his head in defeat. "I'm a doomed man," he joked, grinning at Kiara.

Kiara's voice was laced with teasing amusement as she said, "Well, they love their young daughter-in-law more than their oldie son." Abhir's expression turned mock-offended, his eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "Hey, I'm not that old," he protested, his voice laced with pretend indignation. Kiara's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she kept her focus on the road ahead.Kiara's teasing continued, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "You are Mr. Abhir, after all," she said, emphasizing his title. "I'm just a young 20-year-old, and you're a 30-year-old old man." Abhir's frown deepened, his eyes narrowing in mock offense.

 "Old man?" he repeated, his voice low and teasingly menacing. Kiara giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as she continued to drive, her focus switching between the road and Abhir's reactions.

"You probably don't call me 'old man' when you're in a more... submissive position, do you, butterfly?" he replied, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of amusement. Abhir's eyes seemed to gleam with a knowing light, as if he could see right through Kiara's facade.

 His words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and Kiara felt her cheeks grow hot with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.She couldn't believe he'd just said that, the innuendo clear in his voice. Kiara's mind was racing, unsure of how to respond. Part of her wanted to retreat, to play it safe and pretend she hadn't heard the underlying meaning in his words.

"You liked this old man in that moment, didn't you, butterfly?" Abhir's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with a sensual intimacy that made Kiara's heart skip a beat. His eyes seemed to bore into hers, as if he could see right into her very soul

. Kiara felt a flutter in her chest, her breath catching in her throat. She tried to look away, but Abhir's gaze held hers, mesmerizing her. For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them crackling like electricity. 

The sudden sound of music filled the air, breaking the intense moment between Kiara and Abhir. Kiara's fingers had instinctively turned the dial on the radio, and now a popular song was playing, its upbeat melody a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere that had just existed between them.

Abhir's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at Kiara. "Trying to change the subject, butterfly?" he asked, his voice low and amused. Kiara felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she met his gaze, the music swirling around them like a buffer.

"stop teaing me, mr, husband" she said blushing

Abhir's grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he teased her further. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Mrs. Wife," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Kiara's blush deepened, her eyes darting away as she tried to compose herself. 

"Abhir, stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with laughter. Abhir's expression softened, his eyes filled with affection as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry, butterfly," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "I love seeing you blush."