Going to mark this as 4/10 on the spice level, so you may proceed with caution :)

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Sailee folded the clothes on the bed, when the sound of running water came to a stop.

She turned around to ask Sachin what he wanted for lunch, and immediately shrieked, covering her eyes.

Sachin stood there, wrapped in just a towel and nothing else, drying his hair and whistling, adjusting his newly washed hair in the mirror.

"Bheegi billi jaise kya chilla rahi hai?" He asked, looking at her from the reflection in the mirror, where she stood facing the wall.

"Tumne kapde kyu nahi pehne hai!"

"Kapde pehenke koi nahata hai kya? Gadhi."

Sailee looked at him over her shoulder, and didn't find him near the mirror. She felt that fresh lemony scent that came from him after his showers, surrounding her, and he appeared on her side, grabbing his clothes from her hands.

"Pura haq hai tujhe dekhne ka. Pati hoon tera."

Sailee just turned her head away, and he shook his head, smiling to himself. She looked over her shoulder and gazed at her husband's physique.

He was.....well-built, to put it in non-x-rated words. With his broad shoulders, biceps and ridges of his abs and pecs, the V of his waist leading down to wear the towel hung dangerously low now. She couldn't help but check him out, from top to bottom, as heat creeped up her cheeks.

She wondered what those hands would do, knowing how his touch felt, leaving her wanting more. Those arms that curled around her in their sleep, pulling her closer and backing her against the wall. Her imagination led her to the towel, which she had mentally torn away to leave him.....with nothing. Up against her, as the whole world slept and it was just the two of them, exploring each oth-

"Oye." Sachin snapped, now wearing his track pants, but still shirtless, to her disappointment, "Pehle kabhi aise tadakte bhadakte body ko dekha nahi hai kya?"

Sailee wrinkled her nose, "Chup raho. Bakwaas kara lo tumse bas. Khaane mein kya chahiye, yeh bataao."

Sachin walked up to her, his hands in his pocket, as Sailee stepped up back until she hit the wall. Placing his hand on the wall, he leaned closer to her, giving her the most seductive look she had seen, just barely touching her.

"Tu. Tu chahiye."

Sailee couldn't meet his eyes, as heat rushed to her cheeks. That body of his was three centimeters away from touching her, and she desperately wanted to reach her hands out and know how it felt, skin to skin.

She didn't know she could even feel this way. Her stomach was doing somersaults, and it was like it had a heart beat of its own. Her breath hitched, and she didn't know how to take a normal breath against the her quickened pace of heart. Her body pulsed in areas she least expected, her mind running in way too many directions to think straight.

Sachin placed a finger under her chin, tilting her upwards to meet his eye. She was so red in the face, she'd put a tomato to shame.

He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch, every brush against her did unexplainable things to him, and he wanted her to know how it felt.

To be so near his astonishingly hot wife and do nothing but hold hands and kiss her cheek. To not be able to touch her in places he wished to explore. To make her known to the pleasures she was unknown to.

Sachin held himself back for her, but looking at her body reacting to their proximity, he knew she wasn't unknown to the boundaries they were allowed to cross.

The boundaries that she wanted to cross.

"Chal kaam pe jaake aata hu." Sachin abruptly broke the tension, grabbing his vest and shirt and leaving the room, leaving Sailee hot and flustered.

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Sachin peeked around from the doorframe of the kitchen, and found Sailee making tea, unaware that he had returned from work early.

Let's have some fun.

"Baba! Aaj bohot garmi hai na!" Sachin fanned himself, immediately taking off his shirt and sitting on the sofa in just his vest.

Sailee whipped around and found him showing off those annoyingly hot biceps of his, and scoffed mentally, grabbing the tray of tea and sitting down next to him.

"Yeh bhi utaar hi deta hai." Sachin declared, ripping his vest off him and throwing it in Sailee's face.

Sailee ripped the vest off her face in anger, but it melted away the moment she saw the very view that left her flustered earlier that morning.

How she desperately wanted to reach out for those curves and know how it felt against her nimble fingers. Her annoyingly hot husband was unlocking desires she didn't even know she had.

And he wasn't making it easy to control them.

"Sailee!" Sachin snapped his fingers in front of her, breaking her out of her trance. "3 baar bula chuka hu, dhyaan kaha hai tera?"

"Tum pe." She murmured, and Sachin smirked in victory, as his dear wife wasn't as silent as she thought she was.

"Vahini? Kuch kaha aapne?" Akash asked, confused, and Sailee fearfully nodded.

"N-nahi toh!" Sailee got up, running away to the kitchen.

She clutched the countertop, trying to control her breathing.

Yeh ladka meri jaan leke maanega, she thought to herself, as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, his hot breath fanning against her ears.

"Kya hua, genda gulaab?"

Her breath hitched, as he spun her around and locked her between himself and the countertop, his arms caging her on both sides.

He stared down at her with an intensity that shook her core, in a way she did not want to admit to anyone but him.

"Pura haq hai tujhe." He whispered, holding her wrists and placing them on his bare chest.

The heat creeping to her face was way too much to handle, and Sailee looked away, shutting her eyes for good measure.

Sachin held her chin with two fingers, and tilted her face upwards, so that she had no choice but to look at him.

Her eyes found his, and then his lips, darting between the two as a soft sigh escaped her lips. Their bodies touching, the proximity, this was exactly what she wanted.

What she didn't anticipate was her body's reaction to this.

She allowed her fingers to softly trace the ridges of his chest, encircling them around his biceps and tracing the veins of the arms that had trapped her.

Sachin leaned in closer, tracing the contours of her cheek with his nose, the fragrance of jasmines, lillies and something entirely her engulfing his senses. He heard her breath hitch and her nails dig into his arms as he did so, a twinge of satisfaction ticking in his mind.

"Kya kar rahe ho?" Sailee let out a shaky breath, meeting his eyes as their noses just touched, their lips mere centimetres away.

"Wahi." He whispered, his breath falling on her lips, "Jo hum dono ko chahiye."

His arms encircled her waist, and in a quick sudden motion, he pulled her into him, closing whatever distance was left between them.

Sailee tossed her arms around his shoulders as reflex, her husband tracing his lips against her jaw, eliciting a gasp from her.

He kissed the spot behind her ear, earning a soft moan from her, her eyes rolling behind her head. Her nails dug into his skin, but he didn't care, as he pressed harder on her weak spot, and she bit down on his shoulder slightly to keep herself from being heard.

"Sab bahar hai." She shakily said, something coiling up within her, like a spring.

"Mujhe farak nahi padta, baiko." Came his response, leaving just enough of a mark on her to claim her as his.

His lips found his way back to her cheeks, leaving traces of him all around her. His musky scent engulfing all her senses, she looked up at him, opening her eyes just enough to catch him leaning it.

Her fingers found his hair, clutching it tighter in anticipation, which earned her a low growl from him, his arms tightening around her. She could feel him against her down below, and let out the slightest giggle in absolute amusement.

His hands found her hair, tugging on it just enough to tilt her, the amusement in her eyes replaced by fire.

"Bohot hasi aa rahi hai tujhe, meri naazuk kali?" He whispered, and the spring within her coiled again.

This was happening. This was definitely, finally happen-

"Vahini!" Akash strut into the kitchen, and Sailee pulled Sachin in front of her, hiding behind his huge form.

Akash looked at the scene before him, and immediately raised his palms to his eyes, covering them in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, woh maine-" He turned around, and Sachin clutched his fists in annoyance.

"Iss bawarchi ko bhi abhi aana tha!" Sachin murmured, turning behind to check on his wife.

Sailee had straightened her scarf, her hair and anything that gave away the fire hiding beneath her skin. She looked completely flushed, not knowing what to do with the tightening coil within her. Pots and pans clanged as she pointlessly rearranged them, before wiping herself anxiously and leaving her bickering husband and brother-in-law in the kitchen, running to the washroom, shutting the door behind her.

Sachin was going to pay. And he was going to pay quite well for this little stunt of his, she thought to herself, turning on the cold shower.

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