Bengal, Chatterjee House

"Ani?" Saudamini blinked, keeping the album aside, as she stared at him from the corner of the bed. 

He was drunk. 

The only person she had seen drunk apart from him was Satyakaam; and that would've to be her worst memories. Gone was the calm and composed man, him intoxicated seemed as if someone had unleashed a beast from him. She recalled his words, his rage, his angry tears...and that was a slight tick of fear that flickered in her heart. 

Does....does Anirban also turn violent after drinking? 

She sat jammed against the headboard, frozen for a while, contemplating as she straightened herself. 

"Ah.. oh," Anirban raised his brows and glanced behind, as he was about to tumble slightly, missing the little step near the door that would lead to the chamber. Saudamini at once got down from the bed, striding towards him as his steps faltered momentarily. 

Her brows furrowed for a while as she clicked her tongue; did he come like this all alone from Subhankar's quarters? What if he would've fallen down or got hurt? 

This man was so—

Her face contorted as she watched his lips curl up again, walking towards her with faltered steps and the coat hanging from his one hand, "Mini...." He drawled, again with a little grin.

"Co-come with me," Saudamini breathed, her brows knitting a bit as she held his arm; but she suddenly felt his entire weight on her making her eyes go wide as she was about to fall back for a while. She gasped, trying to balance herself as the latter wrapped both his arms around her and rest his head in the crook of her neck, making her breath hitch. 

What the...

"Ani—" She held on his shirt, heat creeping to her cheeks, feeling herself getting swayed in his arms. And then she heard him giggle slightly, his hot breath falling on her neck. 

What, what was he doing for goodness sake?

She gulped slightly, her lips parted open, feeling those tremendous steam of butterflies all over again; God! 

"Listen, you-" She tried to mumble, but stopped, feeling him pull her close and hum against her jaw, "Were you so beautiful.....or time sprinkled a little magic?" He rasped lazily, brushing his palm on her back as he smiled against her neck, making the latter blink rapidly.

How did he manage to make her heart thump wildly just with some simple words?

"Mhmm," He snuggled in her neck more, trailing his lips up to her jaw till her earlobe, "My girl."

Saudamini inhaled a deep breath while holding him; what, what did he say?

"Ani?" She called, a bit softly.

"Hmm, your Ani. Only yours," He began to pepper feathery kisses languidly on her cheek, making her exhale heavily, feeling her stupid heart racing again. Stupid little heart, not learning a lesson after what the world conspired for it, yet turning haywire all over again. She breathed in for a while, trying to calm herself down.

'He's just drunk, Mini. Just drunk.' She exhaled, holding his arm, 'But drunk people do the honest confessions as well.'

Oh God, no—

That traitress of her damned mind...

She was about to suppress the smile that was about to bloom on her face involuntarily at his words, but she suddenly felt his warm fingers trailing to her bare waist, making her bite the corner of her lip inadvertantly, his thumb brushing over her curve for a while and then skimming behind. His other hand caressed her back, while his lips nuzzled with her earlobe. If he continued doing that, she would lose her mind for real—

He was drunk, it was not right time....

"Ani," She managed to gather her strength and mutter, holding his arm and trailing slowly towards the bed, "Come...careful." The latter was still smiling dreamily, as she tried to make him sit on the bed. His sandalwood scent hit her senses, and the warmth of him lingered over her, making her heart go frenzied every now and then. Her gaze flickered momentarily to his intoxicated innocent eyes, the lopsided smile as he gave long blinks; and it was getting difficult to suppress a light snicker from her side. 

The way he was looking at her....

"Why did you drink so much?" She adjusted a few pillows behind him and made him lay down against it. 

"Arrey how would I know that a few gulps would get me high," He tried to open his eyes, and lazily smiled at her, making her roll her eyes for a while, "Just lost track while gossiping with Subho..." He tried to get himself cozy against the pillows. 

Saudamini sighed, shaking her head. He seemed so hopeless at times.....yet manage to be so adorable.

"Wait. Let me get your clothes," She was about to turn, but felt a tug against her arm causing her to gasp loudly as she immediately toppled over Anirban causing to widen her eyes as her heart was about to explode right from her chest—she exhaled, holding his shoulders and gazed back at him, only finding him grinning in a flirtateous manner.

Oh God!

"Arrey wait love, why so hurry?" He whined in a drawl, making her cheeks flame insanely, as he began to push aside her hairs, "Won't you love your husband after a long, tiresome day...?" He adjusted her properly in his arms, as she still stared at her with those wide eyes, her lips parted open, as she blinked rapidly.

Holy—

"Stay, please." He closed his eyes again, leaning close and pressing warm, languid kisses on her temple and down her cheek. His hands trailed from her shoulders till her arm feathery manner, as he hummed, "Why so beautiful..." His drunk voice appeared even more raspy and titillating, and she could find herself easing in his arms, panting softly, feeling his fingers run through her hairs and undoing her braid, and letting her hairs flow. He dipped his head into her neck, sighing deeply as he grazed his lips over there. 

And she could feel herself grow languid, gradually closing her eyes in the yearning for more.

How could he manage either soothe or drive her to the edge of madness with his touches?

A soft moan escaped her mouth, feeling him nip on the crook of her neck as she held his arm....realization striking him that he was drunk. 

This, this was not right.

"Ani, you're drunk—" She held his shoulder and lifted her head, but a little frown crept on his face hinting his irritation as he clicked his tongue, pulling her back in his arms and toppled her on the bed, landing her in surprise for the umpteenth time, "Indeed, in your love." 

This man!

He began to nudge her cheek with his nose, smiling again as he held her shoulder, brushing his fingers over, "Hayee, I feel like sacrificing everything for the sake of you..." He dramatically rasped, "Everything." He kissed her cheek lingeringly, making it difficult for her to suppress her giggle.

He was Anirban after all. Drunk or not, exaggeration ran in his blood for real.

"Is it?" Saudamini amusedly tilted towards his side, resting her palm under her cheek and raised her brows. Anirban gave her an angled smirk, his eyes narrowing, "Ask for the moon darling, I will get it at your feet with the click of my fingers!" 

There.

Saudamini chuckled internally, wrapping an arm around his neck, drawing close, "You can't stop bragging ever, can you?" 

"This ain't bragging love, it is what it is." He kissed the top of her nose, making her flutter her lashes, "After all, I am a lot better than those matches you have received till date, so...." 

"Is it? Who told you so?" She raised a brow. 

"How you cannot resist my charms, tells a lot about that Mini..." He mumbled in intoxication, pushing a few strands of hairs from her face, making her eyes grow wide, "Now don't you dare lie about it." He added, kissing the bridge of her nose with a smile, and began to chuckle, seeing her face turn red, "You're so...."

"See, I knew it. You're never going to admit that," He hummed, leaning over to her neck but got shoved away by her, but he simply chuckled after while, "Arrey, if you can't accept the truth, atleast don't stop me from loving you! How is this poor man at fault?" 

There. She wouldn't let her heart flutter away this time too. She got out of his hold with a glare, and sat up, shaking her head, causing him to laugh, lying straight on the bed and with a hand over his stomach.

Th-this man!

"Arrey, Mini...!" He continued laughing, while she ignored him and went over to the cupboard, taking out a kurta for him, "Listen no!" 

"Mini!" He giggled away, while the latter was trying her best to hold hers. She bit over her lip for that, sitting back on the bed with the kurta, "Come on, get up now. Enough of your things." She shook her head, "Change and go to sleep now." She commanded.

But Anirban kept on lying on the bed, laughing, "Mini, listen no! My head is paining a lot!" He whined while smiling in intoxication and rubbing his forehead, making Saudamini squint her eyes. She inhaled a deep breath, keeping his clothes aside, "Why do you drink when you can't handle?" She muttered, moving to his side as he kept rubbing his temples, "Hmmm..."

"Move your hands away," She softly asked, knitting her brows close as she held his hands and moved them away, while he kept lying still, mumbling something and kept smiling. Pressing her lips together, she brushed away his hairs from his sweaty forehead, "Don't drink so much again."

"Hmm, okay..." He trailed away in obedience, trying to make himself comfortable, crossing his brows lightly and she couldn't help but smile a bit. 

Well, a drunk Anirban was really different....

Why was her husband like this? Carefree, flamboyant, flatterer as if he had no worries to deal with....still there was something which she couldn't un see at times. She didn't knew what it was, but there was something definitely.

Something that would churn out the deepest within her, leaving her in a roller coaster of emotions. Be it desire or his care. 

And surely, she could feel it and couldn't deny that. 

Saudamini gazed down, watching the latter close his eyes silently as she began massaging his temples softly with her thumb and index. He sighed deeply in relaxation, a look of calmness instantly etching on his face. She slowed down with her massaging, involuntarily twirling his silky hairs in between her fingers, and a few moments later she could hear his languid breaths of sleep. 

A half smile crept on her face; how innocent he looked while sleeping, and when awake? Devil's incarnation!

She silently moved away, lying beside him with her head on her palm, staring at his sleeping figure. 

Calm and peaceful. He exhaled short breaths, his dark, wavy hairs gushing with every whiff of wind that surpassed from the open window. Indeed, so tranquil enough that no one could imagine what he was while awake. Her gaze trailed down from his closed long lashes, down his sharp nose and then to his soft lips parted a little. 

Warmth rose to her cheeks as she remembered the first time they had kissed; so passionately, so unhinged. The way she lost and casted aside her sanity, dancing to the tunes of him as he drove her, brimmed her to the edge of desire and want. The way he called her 'Mine' everytime, touching her as if she was his own.

And tonight he said that he was hers. Solely. 

Her heart skipped a beat as she drew closer to him involuntarily, lifting her fingers as she pushed aside a strand of hair from his forehead, feeling her stomach do a somersault as she sighed. He was so.....she gulped slightly, cautiously tracing his face in a feathery manner, her breath hitched as she placed her fingers over his lips, and an undeniable flicker of desire rushed past her. 

The way he kissed her last night, soothing her down, touching her fervently, amorously...

The way he was so irresistible!

Heat garbed her, as for a moment she wished she would've let him make love to her, kiss her all over deeply and passionately, rake his hands all over her long hairs and claim her as his like he always did....oh God! How shameless did she even become?  

All was his fault! All was his fault for making her feel like that; snatching away her innocence, flaming her wildness and making her lose her sanity for his sake! Her heart thudded faster, as she avidly trailed her fingers to his neck, below to his chest where a few shirt buttons were undone, hinting his toned visage. 

She bit her lower lip, a bit harshly. 

Damned be him....damned be anything! 

She pressed her palm over his chest, caressing it for a while, parting her lips as it curled into a little smile. 

Who was going to know? 

She exhaled deeply, just once. No one would ever know, isn't it? 

Peering at him for a while, breathing, and then leaned over to him. Her cheeks flamed furiously, as if reprimanding her, but that even seem to urge her further. She wanted to push aside everything for once. Her past, her morale, her dubiousness, everything. 

Holding the collar of his shirt, she softly pressed her lips over the side of his warm neck, feeling him breathe. She peered at him for a while, but he was deeply asleep. Heck, he should never know this! Never, never! Never....she held on her collar a bit firmly, kissing his throat, nuzzling there for a while, while tracing her palm over his chest meanwhile.

 And as if in a daze, she trailed her lips down below his neck. She undid a few more buttons of his shirt, placing fervent kisses all over his toned warm chest, her fingers flying tracing over to his  to neck and then over to his hairs as she tousled them along, promising that it would be the last.

But it felt so....

She shamelessly placed open mouthed kisses all over, pouring everything she had within, not letting her mind go haywire. For she knew that once she would stop, she could not further. Breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed red as she stared at his and before thinking twice, she quickly pressed her lips over his and kissed him in a jiffy. 

Heck! What has even happened to her?

Saudamini closed her eyes damn tightly, not trying to rethink even for a moment what she did, panting softly. She lay there for a moment, exhaling, quickly turning over to him to hide herself, feeling that she would just explode then and there!

That was nothing! Just nothing, nothing!

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A/N

Nothing nothing karke bahut kuch hogya re baba 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Signing off for today!

Nushkie