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Here is the hundred and fifty fifth chapter.

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Dushala POV

In Nort Eastern Panchal

I am late today, I did not get up like I normally do, before dawn.
But what surprised me was the fact that even though my husband was awake he stayed there in our bed, beside me silently observing me.

I know I very beautiful but seriously?
I also understand that being in love with such a beautiful person has effects but such effects? Effects that hamper your daily life schedule are harmful.

Stop being a drama queen, just accept the fact that you liked it.
Another voice chided in my head and I rolled my eyes silently at my own overbearing thoughts. Ugh! What mess I can be at times. 

I rushed in wrapping the saree around me, the pleats, like in time of need was not falling in place. Rather they seem to be bulging out like a watermelon.
Hey Prabhu! Give me patience to deal with this.

One life lesson I have learnt since I came here was, that if ever, you try to rush things they are bound to cause more trouble to you than expected.
Ish! So, irritating!

"Itni harbar kiss bat ki Hai aapko, Devi ji?" (What are you in hurry of, Goddess?) His voice makes me look up at him sharply through the mirror.

He is standing there leaning against the wall of our room, dhoti wrapped around his narrow waist, water droplets sliding down his lean body from the hair that was dripping wet.

I roll my eyes, only saying, "Tabiyat kharab Ho jayegi." (You will fall ill.)
As I walk to him with a dry towel.

In an instant he is kneeled in front of me, letting me dry off his hair.
What!? How did he agree so easily? Is something wrong?

Apparently, I said that too early, because I can feel him pushing his face in my lower abdomen right. Ugh! This man!

I step back, a warning in my eyes, as I silently dry off his hair.
After a minute, I turn on my heal & walk away from him, his hair must be dried. And as far is the towel is concerned, I leave the towel on his head.

I feel him jerking-ly rise behind me, as I silently work on my hair, tying them up on my head. They can be pain when I am with kids.

My husband suddenly comes to stand in front of me, obscuring my view in the mirror with his long body.
I look at him, my eyes narrowed in annoyance. Why was he acting like this since morning, huh? Is something wrong?

"Aapke kesh yun aadhe khule ache lagte Hain." (You're hair looks good like this, half open.) Ashwatthama says, as softly pushes some of my hair hair that had slipped of, behind my ear.

I look deep in his eyes, there was something going on. I am sure now.
"Kya Hua Hai aapko?" (What has got into you?)

"Kuch toh nahi Hua Hai." (Nothing has happened.)

"Ab aap hum se jhut bolenge? Baatein chupayenge?" (Now you will lie to me? Hide things from me?)

"Kya bol rahi Ho." (What are you saying?) He says looking away.
Hindi! What else you are able to here!?

I grab his chin in my hand, "Idhaar dekhiye, mujhe." (Look here at me.)

After a minute or so of insistent, he looks at me.
Who the fuck is the princess here me or him? Men and their drama's!

His eyes, show how bad & lost he feels. The endless pool of love of his eyes, hold today fear, uncertainty & indecision.

"Kahiye Kya Hua?" (Tell me now, what happened.)

"Mujhe khabar mili Hai ki Sindhu Raj hum par acreman kar ne waale Hain." (I just got the news that the King of Sindhu has decided to wage a war at us.)

"Toh?" (So?) I question.
Oh! He is being a dumb man once again; I know it comes with the gender but why does it have to be such always?

I honestly have no clue why he is so worried about. He really needs to tell me what concerns him. If he won't how will I assure him that whatever he has just over thought about is all false?

"Toh is anaavashayak jung ka hum Kya karein, huh?" (So, what should we be doing of this unnecessary war, huh?) He questions.

"Jeetna Hai aur Kya?" (You need to win what else.) I shrug.

"Par itne saare senik ko biche Mein laane ka Kya Hai? Hum tum aur wohh sab jaante Hai ladai Kyun hi rahi Hai, fir bhi?" (But why involve the soldiers? Me, You, him and everyone knows what this fight actually is for, still?)

"Chalaki se jeetiye fir." (Use your smartness to win then.) I says slowly.

"Chalaki?" (trick?) Cute deep lines form on his forehead around the stone. 
Why is he being so slow wit right now? Yes, he looks cute but he has to be smart cute husband of mine, not a dumb cute one.

"Ek aur ek ladai kar lijiye." (Make it a one- on- one fight.) I answer simply, leaving my husbands' chin lightly.

And just as I start to move away from him, he pulls me back on his chest, hands snaking around my petite waist. His eyes boring darkly into my body.
As he pulls my lips in a searing kiss. Whoa! Where did this come from? Any ways I won't complain this feels wonderful.

I capture his face in my palms, as I try to pull him impossibly close to myself.
The pinch on the waist was not supposed to be a surprise, he always does that, and I always am left surprised, my mouth falling open in a surprise.
And his tongue like that of a viper swiftly invades my inner mouth licking and tasting its way around. I am left as a moaning mess.

"Meri biwi itni hoshiyar Hai, Mujhe uski baatein sun kar garv hota Hai aur.." (My wife is so smart, listening her talk makes me proud and...)

"Aur?" (And?) I pant heavily, mind still whirling in that soul- wrenching kiss.

"Aur bhi kuch hota Hai." (Something else also happens.)

"Aur Kya hota Hai?" (And what else happens?) I ask, breathless.

"Tumhe sahi mein janna Hai?" (You really want  to know?) He smirks, bringing me tightly close to him.

And that is when my brain catches up with his mouth. He means that!! OH!

I try to pull of his arms. I just took a bath and it is early in the morning. I do not wish to play games that I know I am bound to loose.

"Kyun Dushala? Kahan Ja rahi Ho." (Why Dushala? Where are you going?)

"Subh subh chi chi baatein karna shuru kar dete Hai aap, sharm nahi aati." (Early in the morning you begin with these dirty thoughts of yours, don't you have any shame in you?) I try to push him away, this time.

"Aapne biwi se kahe ka sharm?" (What shame from your own wife?) He says burying his face in the junction of my left shoulder and left side of the neck.

I whine, when I feel those sharp teeth on my upper collar bone area.
"Arya!" (Husband!) I whimper louder as his tongue runs over the bite.

He keeps on nipping and running his tongue over my neck, even as I try to push him away. Not that I did not like it, rather opposite. The thing is that I cannot have these marks out in open, I need to go with the kids. How and what will I say in answer to their questions about this.

"Tum meri Ho Dushala! Srif meri." (Your mine Dushala! Just mine.) He declares against my skin, his voice rough and harsh.

Oh! This is what it was about all along. He wasn't worried about the war, he just wanted to have this right claimed on me. Cute.

Who is going to tell him that you are your own person and not owned by him?
Shut up! I tell my thoughts, Enjoy this while you have opportunity!

I drag his face from my upper chest, capturing his lips in a promising kiss.

I let all my love, my faith in him pour down via this kiss.
I need to assure him, even though I know there was no way he is letting me out of his hands, letting someone else win me.

He just wants his pride to be stroked.

Honestly, Ashwatthama is like a cat. He will parade around with his head held high if he knows that he gets what he wants to do. May it be me, any decision of court, any decision in regarding his friends.
To be real, it's one thing of many that I love & adore about him to no ends.

"Main kahin nahi jar ahi, Arya!" (I am not going anywhere, husband!) I say looking in his eyes, as we pull away from the kiss to breath.
"Haan, main aapki Hun, aapki thi aur aapki hi rahungi, aant tak." (Yes, I am yours, I was yours and I will remain yours, till the end.)

And like once again, whether anything happens or not you must slick up the male ego to get what you want in return! 

"Bahut achi baat Hai." (Very good, then.) He growls in my ear. As he continues kissing my under the ear, on the neck. 

"Arya." (Husband.) I says softly, 
"Hume taiyaar hona Hai." (we need to get ready) 

He hums in my neck, mouth still attached to the neck below my pulse point. 

"Arya," (husband) I try again, my voice firmer than before, but he does not even acknowledge it, unlike last time. 
Oh, Hell no! That is not things work in my household, man! 

"Ashwatthama!" I say, my voice the calmest of last five minutes, and at the same time pull his mouth forcefully away from where he was busy in my neck. 
"Abhi Jaake taiyaar hoyi." (Go get ready right now!) 

The look of horror on his face tells me that taking his name and using my strength does the job like always. 

Men! 
*rolls eyes* 

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