We girls love it when a boy says something so sweet that we just sit there and smile like a bloody idiot. Then proceed to watch or read it seven times to flutter our heart. How good it would feel to hear it from your life partner! 

They always say beautiful things are felt not seen or vocalized. But sometimes hearing sweet words from your partner can make your day, it nourishes the relationship, makes you fell worth it, although there are few people like Mishti who are unaware of this feeling.

She is being married for past 13 years with a person who never ever said those three words to her, never surprised her on her birthdays and thier wedding anniversaries. Yet she never ever complained to her husband about this, she always understood him.

She had a daughter named Misha of seven years and a son named Mihir of ten years who loved her unconditionally. It was evening while she was coming meal for the family her husband came back from work. She walked to him a with a glass full of water.

As he drank the water, she noticed the book he brought with himself.

"This book?" She questioned out of curiosity, Keeping the glass back on table Abir grabbed the book and answered her,

"One of colleagues was behind me since a month asking me to buy this book so I did it today"

"Are you going to read it?" She questioned knowing her husband doesn't reads book.

"Atleast I can try" he said as he stood, "baba and kids?" He questioned as he didn't heard any noise.

"In the garden, they were getting bored" She replied smiling sweetly.

"Ok I will freshen up till than please make me chai" he requested to which she nodded smiling at her husband who walked in there room. She loved him! Loved him alot more than her life. After there marriage she waited for him to speak up about the love they share but he didn't. He was perfect example of a hopeless unromantic person.

Where she dreamed about having her prince charming who would take her on dates, give her surprises, praise her beauty every now and then but here she is making tea for her husband, who praises her only when he wants something, selfish!

He was so hopeless that he didn't even dance once with her, he felt shy to hold her hand in public. Whenever they were out there would be a respectable distance between them. At earlier she felt that he is shy but then she understood this is how he is.

Giving him tea she went back to kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone.

Later that night he started reading the book he bought, making Misha sleep Mishti asked her husband,

"Did you ever read before this?"

"Actually yes. In my college days I use to"

She poured oil on his hairs and stared to massage his head as he sat on chair turning the pages of husband books.

"What kind of?" Instead of answering he smiled,

"Speak" She again requested,

"You won't judge me?"

He asked turning his neck a bit, she nodded in no and added "I would never judge you"

Gluing his eyes back to book he uttered "Love stories" and that was a shocker for her. She stopped massaging his head and looked at him with a serious face,

"You! You read love stories!" She just couldn't believe her so unromantic husband read romantic love stories. She bursted out laughing, Abir shut his book and turned towards her with a knowing look. She controlled herself noticing his expression,

"Sorry" She said holding her ears melting his heart, he turned his back towards her and tried to find the page he was reading but he couldn't. That's why they say bookmarks are important! After a lot of struggle he found the line he was on, Mishti couldn't keep quiet so she spoke up in a teasing way "Why didn't you learn anything from those love stories?"

"What was to be learnt?" He asked not understanding her sarcastic comment,

"Romance" She answered in a low voice as Misha was sleeping behind them on bed. It was now Abir's turn to be shocked,

"What? I don't know romance! If I didn't knew romance how come Misha and Mihir are in our life? " He defended himself to which she accepted her defeat to not stretch the point.

There is difference between having sex and sharing intimacy!

Mishti understood it well but Abir didn't, that night they both slept with there daughter cuddling them. Next few days went like as usual with them, the other night Mishti slept with Misha while Abir was still reading the book, as he moved to next chapter he thought of skipping it as it was about love but he gave it a second.

Never forget to say I love you if you love someone because you will never know when it maybe the last time!

Always remind your loved ones that you love them over and over again. You just never know.

The whole chapter of 13 pages just said one thing voice out your feelings, going through it he just got reminded of one person and that was Mishti! He said to his children's many times that he loved them and to his father he said it alot times as a child the only person left was his wife!

The thirteen years of marriage just played in front of his eyes like movie where he couldn't see her complaining to him about not giving her time and love she needed.

He glanced at her suddenly to realize he loves her, not from now but since long, it's just that he didn't realize. But saying her I love you after 13 years of marriage would it make sense? She might think that he is an idiot. The whole night he kept tossing and turning as he couldn't sleep, should he directly say it?

The next morning he got up to an empty bed, it was Sunday and he didn't had office. Taking a bath he walked outside to see everyone having breakfast he joined them. Later he was in his room when Mishti walked in, he just pulled her on his lap as she was passing by. She was surprised by the sudden change of events, she quickly stood up

"Kids are there in house!" She said in hushed voice as the door was open

"Mishti I just wanted to..." Before he could finish his sentence she again started,

"Don't say that! OK you will get it tonight I will make Misha sleep in Mihir's room. Than do whatever you want to" saying she got vanished from the room in a second.

Poor Abir was trying yo be romantic and Mishti thought he wanted to get laid. It wasn't her mistake either whenever Abir wanted some sex he would go close to her. Till now it was there unspoken sign language to touch each other seductively to get laid. But today Abir felt bad understanding she thinks he only wants sex from her. He remembered her saying he needs to learn some romance, maybe she was right.

Day passed quickly with the whole family having fun together, at night Mishti made Mihir and Misha sleep in there room. Walking in there room she turned and closed the door. Doing all her other work she sat on bed beside him, he didn't move an inch knowing she was beside him ready to have a pleasurable night.

She waited and waited for him to keep his laptop aside and make a move yet all he did was stare at his laptop. She laid on bed and tried to unhide her sexy waist by her pallu, he noticed her doing that, a look at her was enough for him to melt. The 13 years of marriage, 2 kids didn't effect his temptation for her, he still madly wanted to make love to her. God she was beautiful.

Still not getting any response she turned to him and tried to make a talk but was nervous,

"You wanted ... to do... some..thing.." She wasn't able to speak as this never happened. He would just hover on her when she locked the room.

"Stop it Mishti" he said in a stern voice not able to take more of her seduction. His tone was enough for her to understand he was in bad mood, she was quick to sit up straight

"What's the matter?" She questioned him sweetly,

"Leave it" he said sighing and staring back at his laptop,

"Is there any problem?" She again asked politely but he didn't open up. He was typing something when she took his hands in her and again asked "What happened?" He stared at her and at the way she held his hand,

"Why are you being so sweet to me?"

Kissing the backside of his palm she answered "cause you are my lovely husband"

"I know I am terrible husband" he said with his guilt filled eyes looking down.

"What? Who said that to you? You are an amazing husband"

"Enough of lies Mishti. I know I am not the husband you expected"

"You are way too better than that" ohhh! She was lying to him so that he feels good.

Taking away his hand from her hold he got up, walked to the balcony and stood there gazing at some random direction. She stood beside him, as she rested her hand on the railing but took them back as the railing was really cold due to the weather, noticing that he grabbed her dupatta which was there on the balcony door and spread it on the railing so she could easily rest her hand on the railing without feeling cold.

"Why do you feel that way?" She asked with seriousness in her voice

He sighed heavily as he was about to take off a load from his heart, he started fidgeting his engagement ring before he spoke

"Because I don't often take you out, I don't give you time, I never got you gifts or surprises, never really sat with you and heard what you want to say. There are many such things I should've done being a husband but I didn't yet there is one important thing that I didn't do was..." he took a pause there turned his face towards her,taking a deep breath he continued

"not telling you how much I love you" he moved his eyes from her to the sky, while she was left bewildered by his words. It was very first time since they met that he said those words to her.

"You did" those two words of her were enough for him to be confused as hell, he was sure he never said that to her than? Is she lying? Or dreaming?

"You did tell me about your love every day" She added,

"Mishti? Are you dreaming? Or having some hallucinations?"

"Love isn't always about saying it, it's about showing it. And you show me your love everyday.

We got out for dinner for the first two days of my period.

Everyday you call just to check if I had lunch or skipped it,

You quit alcohol after our marriage,

Everytime we have sex you first make sure that I am comfortable,

I know you don't get me gifts but when you bring gajra for me once in two months its special, I love that.

You spoiled me by getting everything I want."

She was in tears by now, for the first time she too realized how much this small things meant, he couldn't stop staring at her,

"During pregnancy you had your office, yet you did everything possible, after delivery you took 2 months leave for the baby but you gave me more attention than Mihir. That was your love and care for me.

Remember the first three years of marriage when we decided to not have baby but everyone else taunted me saying I am at fault, you stood by me. You fought with everyone for me. That's love!

Every night I throw away the blanket yet you cover me with the blanket daily.

Our neighbors fight daily just because the husband doubts on his wife, not even for once you doubted me. You trust me!"

He wiped her tears, while his own eyes were wet, she held his hand in hers and continued

"You know what... you are really a better husband than I ever expected. You trust me.. you care for ..me... you lov...ee me and more importan..tly you respect me! What's the use if you take me out on date but don't trust me?

What's the use if you get me gifts very often but than don't even care about me?

It's of no use if you say sweet words to me every now and than but don't respect me!

I love you the way you are its OK even if you are so unromantic I can handle that." Both laughed with tears in there eyes.

Before she knew it, she was clinched in his arms, pressed to his chest, arms pinned to her sides, feet dangling. His hold was so tight, she wondered if she could breathe and it seemed he won't release her soon. They hugged long enough to hear each other's breath and heartbeats. It was them feeling there unspoken love.

He set her down with all the concern and made sure she was fine, wiping both of there's tears he said

"Misha cries less than you" trying to lighten up the situation, she slapped his arm playfully and turned to facing the view of their balcony,

"Let's get some sleep"

Looping her hand around his elbow, she rested her head on his shoulder "Few more minutes?"

He agreed to her demand and stood there admiring the gentle breeze with the beautiful view along his better half. The silence felt comfortable, soothing their heart, giving them the peace. The illusion of Abir being a terrible husband said a good bye to him, he really had a mature and understanding wife.

Out of no where it started raining making Mishti exicted for rain,

"Terrace?" She questioned to him but he nodded in a clear no,

"Please" she requested, it didn't seem like he will agree so she came up with a deal

"I will get wet in rain you stand in a safe place"

"Go grab the keys."

She ran for her life grabbed the terrace keys and waited for him to come out, he came with a towel in his hand,

"What's this for?" She asked pointing to the towel,

"While coming back you will shiver so this might help a bit" She smiled at his concern, getting in lift Mishti couldn't wait to reach terrace and run through the rain.

As they reached he opened the door for her, she sprinted in loving the rain drops landing on her skin and then making there way down to earth. He stood in the little shed on terrace watching her dance in rain, singing songs by herself with imperfect lyrics. He loved rain but getting wet in rain means being sick which indirectly meant off from office and he didn't want that, he loves his job.

She enjoyed being herself it happened rarely cause now she had kids, she didn't got time for herself. Right now she was enjoying each and every moment, she danced her heart out but there Abir was unable to stop staring at his hot and wet wife. Her georgette saree sticked to her body showing all her curves, he was tempted for her, all he wanted to do was just hold her and kiss her till eternity.

Not capable to control more he moved towards her gradually and stood behind her. Sensing his presence she turned around to find his intense gaze piercing through her heart, she understood his plans very well but to her surprise he asked something else.

"Will you dance with me?" He asked forwarding his hand towards her. She was too astonished to react for few minutes yet he waited patiently for her to come out of the shock.

She couldn't believe Abir was asking for a dance! That was huge, it was one of her dream came true, she placed her hand in his and waited for him as the rain drenched both of them.

Abir placed his hand on her back, her hand went on his shoulder, and there free hands finally met. Together, they danced to the music of rain. As it was there first time they took time to learn the steps but once they learnt it they were perfectly the beautiful couple dancing in rain on there in music.

He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music of the rain drops. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn’t be underestimated. She didn’t quite care at the moment. Was it because she was in love with the man she had lived for 13 years? The warmth between them grew more powerful by the second. Her heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. There dance was perfect; everything from there breathing to how their feet moved stayed in sync. If, by the end of this dance her breath is taken away, she would know the exact reason why.

Abir guided her across the dance floor as if they were in a dream. He kept his eyes on her, yet still, he knew exactly where to take her. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advanced. Nothing felt forced; she literally thought she was floating.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore; she allowed him to take her anywhere he pleased on this little dance floor of their. He went right, she went right. He sped up, she too sped up. They became one with the song of nature, with the dance and with each other.

At a moment it felt like she was a beginner and he was an advanced player of dance. Blowing off all the question in her mind she danced with him just living the moment creating a lifetime memory.

He pulled her towards his chest, facing him, there eyes remained locked all the while, his one hand rested on her cheeks, his thumb caressing her luscious lips which looked more inviting with those rain drops on them.

He bent back her head across his arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back.

The feeling of love and passion filled there soul!

There is something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just won't wait. It is that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaks through to chill the skin. It is a connection that shows the strength of the feeling, the mutual need. It is a rebellion against the elements. Nature can bring the rain but our inner sunshine comes through just the same.

As she felt with the lack of oxygen he gave her some space to breath after the much needed kiss of theirs, both were heavily breathing as they embraced each other water running down through there bodies.

"Let's get going otherwise we might catch cold" Said Mishti still being in embrace, he smiled on how she wanted to go home yet sticked to him like second skin.

"Fine! So should I carry you?"

"Sorry" She got off him looking down in embarrassed, taking her to shed he first wiped her face and hairs, later covered her upper body with the towel.

They were waiting for lift to come up, he glanced at her she is a big turn on for him, he controlled himself with all his energy. He waited till they got in the elevator, as soon as the elevators door closed he pushed her towards the back and kissed her senselessly. At first she was too shocked to respond, as she realised what's happening she responded with the same energy as him.

The little noise of bell in elevator informed of them about the door opening, as they heard the voice Mishti pushed away Abir and they stood still like nothing happened, the door opened it was Mrs. Sharma with her daughter.

"Did you both got wet in rain?" She asked out of concern,

"Yes" mishti answered meekly still not being out of the kiss, still feeling his lips on hers. She noticed Miss. Sharma drooling over her husband right now all she wanted was to punch that girl but couldn't.

"You are out at this time?" Asked Abir as it was midnight

"We have a flight to catch early morning "came an answer, the elevators door opened Mishti and Abir got out bidding a bye to Mrs Sharma.

"Keys! I forgot them" mishti got worried, as usual Abir was there for rescue he showed the key to her she was shocked to see keys in his hand.

"I got them while going up" he said and moved forward to open the door. They moved in there room,

"Go get changed it was an unseasonal rain you can get fever. I will change in kids bathroom"

She was disappointed as she expected some actions from him yet nodded and walked towards the bathroom

"However I want to spend the night with my little vixen" completing he winked at her, she smiled understanding his intentions. They are going to have fun tonight. He was unromantic didn't mean he was not good at sex. He was at the best when it came to making love, they both behaved totally opposite to there character, none of them was shy, infact both were very much bold in bed.

Abir changed quickly and entered their room but she was still inside, he waited for her, she came out with bathrobe covering her body which Abir wanted the bathrobe to fall unmasking her beautiful body beneath the bathrobe.

He walked ahead to kiss her but she pushed him slightly, smirking she raised her one eyebrow and said "Vixen incharge tonight, Sir" He loved it when she was the one ruling, it happened rarely.

"As my little vixen says!" Saying he gave in,

And again, as before, she unzipped his fly, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore bathrobe the whole time. He tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

He saw her eyelashes and hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around her. Just as he was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress him. She took off his shorts, his t-shirt, his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed. Her own clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. His hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but sucked inside…

Then she mounted him and used her hand to slip him inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue robe caressed his naked stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, her, riding atop him, looking like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. He felt that he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through his organ into him.

As they both came together Mishti rested herself on his chest, both panting heavily after a hot session. He caressed her hairs comforting her and then placed a soft kiss on her head. As she felt relaxed, he turned and laid her on bed in flick of a second,

"My turn! And I will make sure scream until your throat is dry"

"I am up for it, Sir" She replied with the same energy as him. They made out for a long time, once they were done he planted a kiss on her forehead and laid down beside her catching a breath.

"After very long time" he said as he scopped her in his arms, not getting a reply from her he looked at her and understood she needed water, sitting up he gave her a glass full of water which she drank it in one go,

"So your throat really went dry! Good Abir" he appreciated himself for satisfying his woman.

"More than a month" She replied to his earlier question while cuddling him,

He covered themselves with blanket but Mishti had different plans,

"Get up"

"What? Not yet satisfied! What are you really a bitch?"

"My dear husband. I am totally satisfied, we need to change bedsheet"

"Not now please" he requested but she gave a I am not listening to you look so he quietly stood up and wore his shorts.

As she tried to move she whimpered in pain as her inner thighs were paining, she was not able to move an inch. Abir was quick to sit beside to know what happened,

"I am sorry! Was I too rough?"He questioned out of concern and guilt,

"It's nothing like that. I will go get an ice pack. I will be fine"

"You not even able to move and you will get an ice pack" he mimicked her,

Covering her with the blanket he went out to get the ice pack, coming back he left the ice pack on the side table, picked his wife up and landed her safely on the chair in there room,

"What's this now? I just asked for ice pack"

"Till you use ice pack to comfort yourself, I will change the sheets"

"Ohh! I thought.. nothing leave it"

"What?"

He came to her with her night gown, helped her wearing it and then gave her the ice pack,

"What did you thought?"

"That you wanted yo have it, here on sofa"

"If you want I can" winking at her he removed the earlier sheets, she couldn't get enough of blushing,

"It's being 13 years Mishti! Why don't you stop blushing?"  He asked as he spread fresh bedsheet on the bed. She couldn't help but gaze at her loving, caring husband.

"No. This staring isn't going to help for one more round" he said as he finished his work and arranged the pillows on bed,

"What if I say I want it?" She asked teasing him,

"Well than I would do that but not on bed, on that chair"

She didn't reply so he walked to her and said

"Want another one?"

"No way I was just joking"

"Can walk?"

Even though she knew the pain has lessened she nodded in sideways, due to which he had to pick her up and lay on bed.

He sat on bed on his side drank some water and laid beside her, being the dramatic one she threw away her pillow,

"Why?"

"Cause I have my own pillow" saying she rested her head on his chest,

He smiled hearing her answer his fingers got there way to her hairs and started massaging her scalp,

"Mishti are you feeling something different?" He asked staring the ceiling

"But in a good way, like it's something new"

"It's not the first time we made out than why this feeling?"

"I don't know"

"Maybe because of what happened in balcony"

He looked at her for an answer, she looked at him knowing his answer was right.

"Yes"

There was silence again in the room, before drifting to sleep Abir said

"If I was too rough you should have told me. I don't want to see you in pain again"

"I like your roughness, the beast in you"

"It gives you nothing but pain"

H

e liked his appreciation but not at her cost,

"I love that too"

"You are insane" they both slept peacefully.

The next morning scene was as expected Abir got fever, cold and cough. Mishti didn't allow him to go to office. Abir's father dropped kids at school

"What am I going to do all day sitting here on this bed?" He complained as he had instructions to not move from bed,

"I know" saying she moved towards the shelf, taking out a book she gave it to him,

"Love story book?"

"Yeah refresh your college memories" She sat on the edge of bed with a lot of efforts

"What if kids find me reading this?"

"None of our child knows to read and understand English properly"

"That's right"

She wasn't sitting properly, she kept changing her positions uncomfortably,

"What's the matter?"

"Yesterday nights side effect"

"Did you take any painkiller?"

"Yeah when I woke up"

"Still its painful then we should see a doctor"

"It will be fine till afternoon"

"You had pain earlier too but not this much. You were alright after the pill"

"By afternoon if it doesn't stop we both will go to doctor"

"Ok"

"I will take you to physician"

"No way!"

"Why?"

"He will give me an injection"

"It's your children's age to be afraid of injection not yours"

"Whatever"

She went to kitchen to cook food while he initiated reading the book she gave him. The book was about a girl's erotic fantasies and how she completes each one with her boss and then fall in love with him but he is married and not ready divorce his wife. It was clearly an erotica with a cute cover. The book didn't fail to turn him on, he went to the bathroom to mastrubate.

After lunch when Mishti came in there bedroom,

"How is your pain?"

"Fine"

"Really?"

"Yup"

"What kind of book is this?"

"Nice little love story"

"No, its of a secretary being fucked by a boss at each and every place possible"

"What? No! It can't be"

"It is. Couldn't believe? Read it yourself"

"I don't know. It had such a cute cover so I thought it would be nice"

"In which section it was?"

"I bought it online let me check" Grabbing her phone she sat beside him as she checked the genre of the book it was written erotica,

"Sorry! I am really sorry"

"Well I didn't do anything like this in my college days but now I think I should have"

"Dare you do that"

"What if I sleep with another girl"

"I would beat you black and blue and then leave you forever"

"You aren't doing that" he warned her,

"What beating you or leaving you?"

"Both"

"Let's see"

Silence again acquired the room, but Abir had one question to ask which he didn't had courage to ask for.

Atlast gathering all his guts he asked

"Mishti do you have fantasies?"

"Fantasies? Like yes I do have one of them is..."

"Can I guess?"

"Ok"

"Want to have sex in the kitchen?"

"We make food there. I can't even think of having it there"

"Then in shower?"

"We have done that"

"Yeah! Sorry I forgot."

"It's fine"

"Don't tell me you want to have threesome I am not going to share you with anyone"

"What are gone nuts? You stop guessing some stupid things"

"But..."

"Stop means stop I will tell you" he acted to keep finger on his lips

"I want to have it in public washroom"

"What? Now have you gone nuts? I mean washroom that too public! How did this thought came to your mind?"

"It.. During ..college days in our group there was a girl who changed her boyfriend every month, she use to usually have se..x with them in washroom of college. Once we asked her why she does that, she replied it's fun in there... so I wanted to try it once" She said with hesitation as his reaction to her fantasy wasn't good.

"I am sorry if I couldn't complete your fantasy but I will.. no way I am not going to do that"

He was disgusted by the thought of her fantasy as they never did anything in public place, it was only in there bedroom.

"Leave all that! Yesterday you danced like a pro, why don't you dance often?" She asked trying to ease divert the topic,

His eyes changed, as if he remembered something, changes in his body language didn't go unnoticed by her, she choose to let go the topic, so she stood up checked his temperature, he was little bit warm, she gave him his tablets and water. He had tablets silently, she took the bottle of vicks a day applied it on his forehead and nose inaudibly,

"Lie down" She requested him and he did as said, she applied some balm on his chest, covering him with the blanket she went to wash her hand. When she came back he was sitting on bed,

"You should sleep" She politely said and sat on bed beside him

"Kids?"

"Baba went to pick them. Three of them aren't coming back soon"

"Why?"

"Kids, baba and some other old couples are going to juhu"

He just hummed in response and sat there silently confused whether he should tell her or not about his past. She had all rights to know about him yet in all these years she never asked him anything. But how will she react? What if she gets upset? No. She won't she is mature and understanding.

"Sleep Abir. You will feel better" She said focusing on something in her mobile.

"Switch on the fan" he requested

"You are having cold. So just cover yourself with blanket and stop behaving like Mihir" She said in a little bit stern voice,

"Will you sleep here in this humidity?"

"Yes" she replied still being in her phone,

"You can sleep in kids room with AC on. I mean why are you going through this humidity?"

"Because I married you" she answered keeping her phone down and turned towards him, he was silenced by her answer.

"What's the matter Abir? What's going on in your head?"

"Actually I have something to say"

"Go ahead then"

"You won't get upset with me?" He questioned grabbing her hand in his, she just nodded in yes.

"I had a girlfriend in college" he waited for her to respond while she waited for him to continue, he was surprised cause she didn't react. He expected her to yell at him for hiding the fact or get angry and leave the room.

"You don't want to say anything?"

He was puzzled by her behavior,

"You continue!" She said calmly

"We were in relationship for a year, we both won every dance competition we were in. But then later her father fixed her marriage somewhere else. She didn't even fight for our love once. She just gave in like our love wasn't worth even one single try"

"So you don't dance because she left you?" Mishti enquired wisely

"Sort of. I tried it but it reminded me of her"

"So yesterday you danced with me or your ex?" She asked with a uncertainty in her voice because hearing him say that made her think he his first love in his wife. Did he danced with her thinking she is his girlfriend? All the negative thoughts surrounded her mind all at once till now she was quite, as she felt his girlfriend was his past and he isn't thinking to go back to her. She freed her hand from his hold not knowing what to do, his heart ached looking doubt in her eyes for him. Tears formed in her eyes, she was on verge to cry but didn't let any tear fall out of her eyes.

"Of course I danced with you. Her thought didn't even came across my mind once."

He explained to her, trying to find relief and trust in her eyes for him but couldn't.

"Mishti!"He called out to gain her attention, she glanced at him waiting for him to say something.

"Do you trust me?" He asked taking her hands again in his, she nodded in yes without thinking once.

"Then believe me. I don't want that woman back in life, I am happy with you and kids. Infact yesterday I was surprised myself that I didn't thought of her for a second. Please trust me"

She shut her eyes tightly to stop the tears but the tears made there way out of her eyes,

"Why did it take you so much time to share this with me?" She asked staring straight into his eyes, he gulped at her question.

"I thought you.. might freak out... fight with me.. I was afraid" he answered with hesitation,

She embraced him tightly and cried her heart out, she felt as if she lost him today. He held her close, really not wanting to let go. He caressed her hairs while sobbed in his arms.

As she stopped crying both laid down on bed, mishti was still close to him resting her head on his chest,

"You can sleep a bit far as I might be smelling like vicks"

"I don't care" saying she snuggled into him more. Both drifted to sleep.

As they got up after an hour, kids weren't still home so Mishti called baba to get informed they will be back in half an hour. Mishti was about to get up but Abir stopped her,

"Wait for few more minutes"

Giving in to his request she laid beside him, suddenly she remembered about there kiss on terrace and in lift.

"You never like romancing outside the bedroom then what happened yesterday?"

He looked at her and didn't knew what to answer as he himself didn't had the answer.

"Maybe because I lost control over myself looking at you all wet in rain and then the dance ignited fire in me. Anyways no one saw us."

"What if Mrs. Sharma saw us?"

"No,no no! If she would have seen us kissing she would have said something, she was normal"

"But her daughter wasn't"

"Why what happened to her?"

"She was drooling over you. As your t shirt was wet it showcased all your body, I didn't like it"

"Is someone being jealous?"

"Yes I am. You are my husband and no other girl has right to see you that way"

"Don't worry even they come on me I will ignore them"

"Good. Can I ask you one thing?"

"Hmm"

"Did you had phy...sical relationship with her?" There was uncertainty in her voice, he smiled hearing her question and thought to tease her.

"Yes of course. You know what a beast your husband is"

The hope in her eyes vanished, her eyes again filled with tears, her belief that she is the only woman in his life broke apart giving her immense pain. Not able to speak anything she got up and ran to bathroom. She locked herself in before Abir could reach her, he stood there banging the bathroom door but she didn't open it. Abir regretted his actions, he just wanted to tease her and make her feel jealous.

"Mishti listen to me once please" he yelled so she could hear him. He knew her habit any wrong thing happened she would go and stand under the shower letting the water flow over her body.

When he first said about having girlfriend she didn't freak out as she knew about it already, one of Abir's not so good friend told her, he told her expecting Mishti would break the marriage but she didn't. Till date she thought she is the first and last woman he slept with like he is the first and last man she has slept with. But today that sweet dream of her was broken into pieces.

"Mishti please open the door, one chance Mishti" he shouted, she could hear him but she didn't want to open the door and see his face.

"Mishti listen to me I was just joking.. I didn't sleep with anyone else than you... it was only you always... I didn't even kiss her... I know you can hear me ope..." Before he could say anything further she opened the door and stood in front him all wet from hairs to toe.

"You idiot" saying he embraced her in a bear hug

"What's this behavior ha? Like a kid, stop doing all this" he said with concern, ruffling her hairs trying to get rid of water on them,

"Was it true or just an attempt to get me out?" She asked looking af him expecting it to be true,

"It was a joke, I was just making you feel jealous. I swear I didn't even kiss her"

"Joke ha?" She asked as she pushed him backwards, confused by change in her behavior he didn't utter a word.

"Everything is joke for you my feelings everything nothing matters" She walked towards him, fearing the angry avatar of his wife he kept moving back.

"It's not like that... I thought you might take it.... lightly.." he defended himself,

"Lightly, my Husband sleeping with other woman I will take lightly"

Abir's back hit the wall behind, now he had no escape from his Angry wife.

"Mishti"

"What?" She snapped at him

"You are making the floor wet"

"What.. ohh!" She ran back in washroom as she noticed water was dripping from her saree on floor.

"Please get me the towel and another set of clothes" She requested him, walking slowly he grabbed the towel and her clothes, as she forwarded her hand to take the towel he took his hand back,

"First forgive me."

Ignoring his words she tried to grab the towel but he was successful in keeping it out of her reach,

"Sorry"

She still cared enough to get towel from him but couldn't,

"Abir please" She requested him once again yet he was adamant on his words,

"Fine I forgive you" she accepted her defeat,

"Sorry"

He gave her towel and other things she asked for, as she changed her clothes and walked out drying her hairs with towel, Abir looked at her figuring out if she is still angry, she looked calm.

"Mishti.." The door bell rang, he went to open the door, it was his lovely kids and baba.

Misha jumped in her father's arms quickly, he picked up Mihir in his arms too so the little boy doesn't feel left out, he took them to there rooms bathroom as they both were having beach sand on there clothes. Bathing them he brought them to living room where baba was having tea which mishti gave him. Family spent the time together, Abir loved his kids alot, for him his family was his own world. By Mishti's behavior he understood she wasn't angry on him anymore but tonight it was her turn to catch cold and fever.

This was just the ending of another chapter in there married life, many more adventurous paths awaited for them...

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