I opened the buttons of my shirt which I was wearing. Successfully I threw my shirt on the ground. It's drenched with my sweat.

For a few seconds, me and the t-shirt have a stare competition.

'Wear me, if you can.' I think the T-shirt just mocked me. I can feel the t-shirt is mocking me. Or is it my brain? Whatever.

I successfully wore one side of the T-shirt with much difficulty. But, now how can I wear the other side? I bent a little to my right so that I could pass my arm from the sleeve but it was no use. I accidentally hurt my shoulder. And now great, it's painful.

"Wait!" I hear her voice from the door of the closet. She shuffled outside and sprinted toward me.

"Don't wear a t-shirt. Wait here." She jogged toward the side where her clothes resided. She shuffled her clothes vigorously.

"Where did I put that shirt?" she mumbled. I was confused. My shirts are on the opposite side, what shirt she is finding in her closet? Wait, will her size even fit me?

"There it is." She pulled on a cloth and moved towards me. I eyed her steps. The cloth she was holding is very huge, it's a grey-ish oversized shirt. She looked at me and then at the shirt on my body which was hanging on the one side of my body.

"Even if you want to wear a t-shirt you should first start with the injured arm. But wearing a t-shirt is difficult in the initial days of your fracture, so you should opt for oversized shirts." She mumbled as she grabbed the t-shirt and skilfully removed it from my body.

I was looking at the t-shirt, which is now on the ground, when I noticed her stiffness. I shifted my gaze at her, her face was flushed red. Why?

You are just an attention-seeking bastard. Shut up.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked while stepping towards her a little. She snapped her head in another direction and huffed.

"I-I'm ok." She stuttered. I frowned but then I looked down to see my naked self. Oh, she is shy. I chuckled while closing the distance between us more. I resist the urge to grab her waist and pin her body to my chest.

"My wife is shy?" I smirked, enjoying the reaction I got from her side.

She cleared her throat but was still not looking at my side. I grabbed her chin gently and moved her face to me. She was now looking down.

"Look at me, love," I whispered. Suddenly a thought struck my mind. Raghav.

She loves Raghav so much, if she got to know that he is alive, will she leave me? Will she leave me alone? I don't have anyone to accept her and Siddharth, how am I going to live my life without her?

There is no doubt that she will leave, once she gets to know the truth. Didn't you see how she cried every night remembering him?

My subconscious commented.

Something filled my heart. Something dreadful. Omkar Kashyap who is not afraid of anyone or anything. Suddenly now afraid to lose someone. Someone who doesn't even belong to him. Someone he knew, can slip from his hands anytime. He was afraid.

"Fuck, how are you so hot?" she mumbled which catch my attention. Maybe, if I try a little harder, I can make her fall in love with me. Should I be selfish for once?

That is such a wishful thinking. My thoughts again commented.

Ok, maybe I can let her not leave. But my heart is not at ease. She still hasn't regard me as her husband, her partner, her love.

I noticed her action; she was twisting her hair and making a bun. Her head was low while she was doing this. Even if she wears shirts with collars, I can see her collarbone. That's a very defined collarbone.

Subconsciously I licked my lips. I so wanted to grab her neck and claim the area. For the first time, I see her with lust. Before meeting her, I thought love and lust were two different things, but now seeing her I understand that these two things are two different sides of one coin.

She is making me do things that I have never done before. I want to worship her and taint her at the same time. I want to claim those lips and show my love to her, but at the same, I want to suck the lips between her thighs.

Trail my kisses from her neck to her breast. I want to push her to the limits I set. I want to dominate her body and be dominated by her at the same time.

I was in my thoughts when I felt cold air touch my torso. And she was not there. She was standing right in front of me, where is she now? The insecurity rose in my chest again, with much intensity.

I took one step ahead in panic when I saw her coming toward me. Her hair is now tied and the baggy shirt rested on her shoulder. Within a second, she was very close to me.

Pushing my resistance away, I pulled her body with my left arm and ducked my head in the crook of her head. I ignore the pain in my shoulder which I got when her face touched it.

"O-omkar. W-what happened?" she stuttered, my heart was beating really fast, for what reason I don't know. Unfamiliar nauseating feeling rose in my chest. I'm scared, afraid to lose her.

"Don't leave me." Unknowingly the words rolled from my mouth. Yes, I was afraid that she would leave me alone. I felt her hands touching my back gently. I tighten my hold on her waist.

"I'm not going anywhere, Om." She mumbled as she dabbed my back smoothly. I said nothing but felt her dabbing slowly. Unknowingly it calmed me down. She started to pull herself but I kissed her neck. She freezes.

"If you want me to stop, just give me a word," I mumbled against her neck because I didn't want to do something that will hurt her. I can never go against her wish.

But she said nothing, nor she pull herself from me. The previous nauseating feeling was replaced with joy. She didn't reject me; she didn't reject my touch. Overjoyed, I pulled her body closer and suck the crook of her neck.

She moaned quietly, which encouraged me to continue my work. I sucked her neck harder and then changed the direction of my head to her collarbone. This thing had teasing me before and now when I clasped it with my lips, I felt utter satisfaction.

"Om-omkar." She muttered quietly.

"Yes, love." I smirked when I saw some dark blue bruises on her neck and collarbone.

"Was it good, my love?" I asked with a smirk, she had her eyes closed. she was holding my waist tightly like her life depended on it. I kissed under her right eye and her face flushed more.

"S-stop it," she muttered.

"I will, if you would be honest with me. Do you want me to stop it?" I whispered in her ear and it twitched. Oh? It's new. She can twitch her ears?

"Love?" I again whispered and it twitched again. Interesting.

"I love you, Vani." It twitched again. My chest vibrated with a silent laugh. It was so cute.

"Stop teasing me, Om." She mumbled quietly.

"You are so cute." I decided to distance myself from her body just a little. She immediately took the cue and grabbed the shirt which was now on the ground.

"It will sting a little." She stated as she held my forearm of injured shoulder. Even if you stab me a thousand times with a knife I would not be hurt, because it's stabbed by you. It's touched by you, and everything you give me can never hurt me, this sting is nothing, my love. My mind yelled to tell her these things, but somewhere I was afraid that she would accept it.

Swiftly in a one stroke, the shirt was on my body. It didn't even sting.

"D-do you need my help with your joggers?" she glanced at me. Never have I ever thought that I would see Vani in such a flustered and nervous state.

"If you want to help, feel free to do." I chuckled which earned a light slap on my left bicep.

"I think you can help yourself." She rested both of her hands on her waist. I pursed my lips to stifle my laugh at her cute instincts.

Huffing, she went outside and I laughed loudly. Changing my lower I made my way out only to see my love sitting on bed scrolling on her phone with a frown on her face. Then I glanced at the tray which was lying beside her.

She noticed my presence and gestured for me to come toward her, and I obliged.