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"Wake up sleepy head."

The morning ray of the sun pricks my eyes, rubbing my eyes vigorously, I turn away from the light. I cover my head with the duvet, snuggling deeper into the warmth avoiding any dart of reality.

"Noor." A husky voice that tickles the side of my cheek with every breath he takes, awakens me but I shake my head, shooing him.

"Baby."

"Let me sleep." I plead, throwing my arm around his body. Pulling him along.

"We are getting late, baby." His soothing voice manages to get me back to the state of reality. My eyelashes flutter and lids open, lips pout as I look at my husband, who appears wide awake.

He is lying on his side, his hand supporting his head. His eyes are directed at my sleepy figure. I am in no mood to go to the office, for the first time, I feel like calling it off. I want to spend more time with him, cuddling and cocooning in his arms.

"I don't want to go to the office."

"We aren't." With that, I reopen my one eye, taking a peek at my husband who is looking at me with a smirk on his face.

"Then?"

"We are going somewhere else." He doesn't offer a proper answer. Keeps evading my queries. Instead, I ensue that we spend the day in bed, thinking that will act as bait and lure him to more sleep but he refuses.

"We are going on a date. So get up, baby." The previous night we had showered and I changed into his tee while he only wore his swear pants, so now that he sits up, the comforter pooling around his waist, his torso is completely on display.

My throat is parched and yet I stop myself from drooling over my husband. We had a hard time controlling ourselves the last night but somewhere we both wanted to give the chemistry between us some time to prosper. To test it and enjoy it. We both wanted to surrender to the intimacy of our love only when were accepted our love for each other.

As much as it is frustrating, it is also important. Physical intimacy isn't always a necessity to show our love, it's an integral part indeed, but not a requisite. We wanted to wait, to experience this bond, to deal with the thrill of being in love and also to focus on our challenge. It isn't a serious one, but it's how we profess our true feelings. Fighting and wanting to win.

"Before that, I need to ask you something." His tone turns sombre.

I nod my head, encouraging him to speak. "Which room do you suggest we shift to? Yours or mine?"

"I didn't get you?"

"After the last night, I am not spending any time apart from you. So should we shift my stuff to your room or bring yours to mine?"

"We'll shift to yours." I have just recently shifted to the new room, and haven't genuinely settled in. It wouldn't be difficult for me to change rooms again, and for him, it would be a huge shift.

I don't mind sleeping anywhere if I have him next to me.

"Are you sure? We can shift to yours too, you don't have to—"

"I want to. Your bed's comfy." I hadn't ever come to his room before yesterday. Even in the dark, I wasn't able to appreciate the interiors. Now that it's daytime, the neutral brown and white interiors are easily noticeable.

His room's slightly bigger, it's not decorated overwhelmingly but looks beautiful. There are tones of brown and white, and a huge couch that is plushy. Gold plated metallic watch hung on the wall strategically.

There aren't many aesthetic pieces but the ones that are placed look exquisite.

"I knew you wanted me for your ulterior motives."

"Am I that easy to read?" My sly remark has him glaring at me. The very next moment, the covers are propelled away from my body and I am thrown over his shoulder.

"Let me show you how easy you are to read."

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"You are staring, ma'am."

I tease my wife who is leaning against the same kitchen island where we had shared our first intimate moment against.

When we had finally gotten out from our extended shower activities, I had decided that I wanted Noor completely to myself, so I had given all our house help a holiday too.

Here we are now, in the kitchen preparing our breakfast. I am scrambling some eggs while Noor has taken the job of boiling water for tea.

'That's the only thing I can do without hurting myself and you.'

She had claimed. Now, she is busy eyeing me, her hot water long forgotten.

"It's your fault, you can't be cooking in the kitchen; looking like this." Her flirty eyes trace my entire body, and then her fingers point at my naked torso. I am only wearing black sweatpants, having skipped on the T-shirt after a shower.

My hair is still wet from the bath, which I am having a hard time pushing behind as they keep falling on my eyes.

"Ma'am, I am married. Keep your gaze to yourself." I turn the stove off, turning around to look at my wife.

And she is a sight for sore eyes.

Her wet hair falls loosely tumbling down to her waist, she is wearing a spaghetti top, that only reaches her midriff. The sliver of skin that peeks, makes me want to run my tongue and taste it.

She had deliberately chosen the tiniest pair of shorts she owned, very well knowing how much it tempts me. She is leaning on the island, her long leg extended and crossed at her ankles.

My hold on the clean spatula tightens as she bites her slightly red lower lip, sensuously.

My wife is going to be the end of me.

"Well, I can be quick and quiet, I promise."

She uncrosses her ankles and straightens a bit. This action causes her top to stretch over her chest, her hard nipples poking through the silk.

"I highly doubt the quiet part. If your relatives wouldn't have been out of station, I am sure we would have received complaints about last night."

She saunters closer, her arms winding around my neck. Mine own wrap around her waist, encircling her smooth skin and pulling her towards me.

"I wouldn't be too sure if it would have been because of me. You aren't too quiet yourself, sir." At her confidence, my hands wander on her body. Teasing the underside of her breast, tickling and touching. Groping and kneading. I stroke my index on her areola, moving up and brushing it against her hard peak.

I swiftly put pressure on it, pinching it which elicits a loud moan from my wife, who claimed to be able to keep her quiet.

"I think you'll get us caught." I spew the words in her ear, whispers and hushed tones. Sucking on her ear lobe, something I have picked on to be her weak spot. Her body trembles with a very soft shiver.

"You think you can handle being silent when I—" She leaves her sentence midway, not bothering to complete her. Her one arm drops down, sliding on my chest, her warm palm against my cold skin.

We don't lose our stare, her eyes pool into mine. Challenging and aching, there's a fight in the waves but also so much love. Fingers slipping against the waistband of my pants, toying and playing. She doesn't do what I wish her to, instead she continues down. Her hand against my hardening member. I am loathing the cloth between me and her.

Massaging and taunting, she continues the assault. Slow enough to bother me and yet keep me from the pleasure. I decide I have had enough when I move quickly to pick her up on the island, but before I can move, the doorbell rings.

"Who the fuck is it." I drop my forehead against her. She is surprised as well, her hand dropping down. "I'll go open the door, you take come once you have the situation under control." She chortles and attempts to move to the door.

"You aren't opening the door like this." She looks down at her state and sheepishly goes to first get changed. I sigh as I think of anything except my wife, to calm my raging boner.

I am going to kill anyone who's on the door.

I go ahead opening the door only to find Jay at the door, holding a huge bouquet. The floral smell irritates my nostrils, he shoves me aside and enters my house.

"Who is it?" Noor enters the hall, now wearing a bra underneath her top and a legging.

"No one. He is leaving." I pointedly look at Jay, showing him the exit.

"No no. I am here to meet the sick boss and his secretary. It's such a coincidence that both of you feel sick, together. His toothy grin evokes a desire to punch it out.

He strides over to my wife, handing her the bouquet and hugging her. Noor takes the floral gift with a smile but I don't fail to notice how there's a small twitch in her eyebrows.

My wife hates flowers and yet takes the gift so that she doesn't make Jay feel bad.

"My sweet Noor. How are you feeling?"

"Better, I think?" She chuckles, her cheeks reddening.

"Now you know about her health, so you can leave." He tsks his teeth, taking a turn towards me.

Why did I ever agree to befriend him?

Why is he still in my house when I wanted nothing but to spend time with my wife?

"She looks fine, but I can't say the same about you, my friend." He has the audacity to point at the nook of my neck. Noor starts coughing embarrassedly, and I realise that there might be a hickey there. I swat his hand away. Holding his arm, I drag him to the door.

I keep my gaze locked on my life who looks at me with a mortified look, I am pretty sure we both are thinking about the very same thing.

'Discipline me, wifey.'

"We'll see you later. You need to leave now or else I'll make sure you leave this place injured."

The moment I have the door opened, there's yet another man at our door. The same man who had helped me with the grand escape.

With a fucking bouquet.

"I heard you both are sick?"

"Noor, baby! Noor! Baby, I heard you are sick, darling." He barges inside, pushing both Jay and me aside.

"You didn't look so ill when you both were running in the dark the last night?"

Jay takes this as his opportunity and literally runs back to the hall. I stand at the entrance, cursing my luck and throwing the door close. The entire scene plays in front of me like a scene from a comedy movie. Everyone's making a dash for the trophy, which appears to be my wife's attention.

"Who told you I am sick, Dheer?" Noor questions, juggling the two flower forests in her hand. Ignoring the two men who have successfully ruined my plans, I walk over to her, helping her keep those gifts aside.

"Sana. I was casually texting her when she told me you are sick! I was so worried. Then, I heard even the boss was sick. Can you believe that? I had to come and see both of you. I am such a nice soul." He is slyly smiling at us, taking our appearances in.

Dheer looks around noticing Jay, and extends his hand forward.

"I am Dheer, Noor's best friend."

"I am Jay, Kabir's best friend."

"I am assuming you are here to check up on them?"

"Yes. You are right. Look how tired they look. Exhausted."

"You know Jay, I have a feeling we are going to be the bestest of friends."

Fuck my life.

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