SIDHARTH POV

"Is it really important to do?" My love asks me for the nth time, if throwing a birthday party for her is important or not.

It's hella fucking important. For me. For her parents. People need to know who was born today, twenty four years ago. Who was born for me today twenty four years ago? My fucking perfect wife Shehnaaz. And for her parents, a perfect daughter.

"It's your birthday baby. So, it is fucking important." I tell her, kissing her jaw.

She took a sharp breath in response then said, "But, why did you call everyone? This is stupid. You don't know them. They're very bad. They always taunt me and degrade me. Dimple aunty. She hates me. Please cancel it." She requests me, thinking about others whom I don't give a fuck about.

Honestly, I seriously want them to come to her birthday party. Those gossip gang aunties whom I met during our marriage. Who thought Shehnaaz didn't deserve me but their daughters. Because, my Shehnaaz is imperfect, blind.

Fuck! Hell no. My Shehnaaz is not imperfect. She is fucking perfect. Perfect for me. She is beautiful inside out. Her physical disability doesn't make her imperfect. Her inner beauty is more beautiful than them. And, they need to know what she is. And what she is for me.

Especially, that wicked woman Dimple, Raj's mother. She is such a cheap woman. She is sick. I am glad Shehnaaz told me everything that she did in the past with her. She literally dared to tarnish her character and called her a gold digger.

She thought Shehnaaz was after her son because of her husband's wealth. Hell. Fuck no. My Shehnaaz is not like that. She is fucking pure and innocent. And, she definitely needs to know about it. From Shehnaaz Agnihotri's husband, me. That I'm richer than her husband. And my wife is definitely not a fucking gold digger. And, as far as her character. I know how my wife is.

"No. We are doing this. And it's final. And they all are invited. I hope everyone comes and sees you. That's how beautiful my wife is. Inside and out." I say firmly and kiss her chubby cheeks softly making her smile a little.

"I'm hungry." She says. Out of nowhere.

"How's that be possible? We had lunch one hour ago." I ask in shock.

I am shocked that she is feeling hungry already. We literally had too much food at lunch. Mummy cooked such delicious vegetarian Punjabi food. It was specially for me. After all I'm a vegetarian here. I can still taste that delicious palak paneer in the tip of my tongue.

"I'm hungry for something sweet." She clarifies me now.

"Oh!" I say. But how? We already had kheer after lunch. I guess she wants to have something else. Hmm!

"You want ice cream? Or chocolate?" I give her two options.

"Chocolate ice cream." She says, and giggles.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Alright then. I'm going to get one for you."

I kisses her forehead then went downstairs in the kitchen. Mummy, her mother has already informed me that papa had brought a few different flavors of ice cream for her.

Shehnaaz loves ice cream. She craves for it anytime. Be it morning, afternoon, evening, night or even at midnight. She is an ice cream sucker. For this reason, I always buy ice cream for her. At a time, 10 to 15 of different flavors and types. Cone, chocolate bar, ice popsicles, even box ice creams.

I quickly grab a chocolate cone ice cream from the fridge and about to go upstairs when I bump into papa.

"Papa?" I ask. "You need something?"

He nods. "Vanilla ice cream for my wife. You?"

"Chocolate ice cream for my wife." I replies.

We both laugh, thinking how both our wives are ice cream suckers. Once our laugh dies, I quickly reopen the fridge and hands him a vanilla ice cream for mummy.

"Is she still refusing to," I quickly cut him off.

I know what he is asking. If Shehnaaz is still says no to the party. They already know. Shehnaaz refuses to go at lunch table.

"She was. But now she don't have any problem with it." I assure him.

"Good. I just hope we don't regret it later. I don't want anyone to hurt my daughter. She is very sensitive." He expresses his worries.

"Don't worry papa. Hopefully, everything will be fine. She is not weak. She is strong." I assure him, but more to myself.

Honestly, even I'm worried about the same. She is very sensitive. She easily gets hurt and cries over it. Which I definitely don't like at all. But hopefully everything will be fine. I guess, in my presence no one will dare to open their fucking dirty mouth to talk shit about her.

He nods, "Hopefully everything will go well."

I nod. "Yes."

"Iceee creammmm...!!!" Both our respective wives scream.

We both laugh. Then I come back to the room with an ice cream in hand. I quickly unwrap the ice cream and hand it to her to eat.

"Umm! Yummy." She is literally eating like a baby. Licking and sucking. I couldn't help but kiss her chubby cheeks softly.

"Not more than you." My dirty words makes her blush slightly

She takes a small bite from her ice cream gulp in down making a soft moan relishing the bittersweet taste of it.

"Are you trying to tease me Baby?" I ask and grasp her soft cheeks, which made her soft lips into a beautiful pout. I couldn't help but kiss them and suck in the end getting the bittersweet taste of her ice cream.

"Answer me." My voice is harsh and she looks a little surprised; but I can see lust taking over her surprised look. She is getting aroused by my dominating voice.

"No." She voice comes out breathless. Battling her long lashes repeatedly looking innocent yet sexy making me hard for her.

"Are you lying?" I ask, tightening my grip on her soft cheeks.

"No." She says softly resting her hand on my chest.

"Okay." I kiss her lips briefly and free her cheeks from my grip, "Have your ice cream without making a noise." I warn her.

She is quick to respond with a meek nod and a "Okay."

I lay down on my back keeping my hands under my head, watching her eating ice cream quietly. I'm not surprised that she really didn't dare to make a damn noise after it.

She would be a good Submissive to me. When we will role play of, Dom and Sub.

This thought comes to my mind immediately and a satisfying smile plays on my face. And I'm somewhere aroused with the thought I'll take her that time and control her. She will be totally under my control at my mercy. She will see a different shade of me. Hopefully she will like it and enjoy it too.

But I'm sure as fuck not gonna hurt her with anything. No paddle. No lashes. No nipple clamps. No belt. No pain. Just a rope to bound her hands with the headboard. A vibration. A feather to tease her. And lots of spanking on her ass cheeks, pussy and nipples. I'll give her pain but just to pleasure her. Just to intenselyfing her orgasms.

God! I'm feeling aroused and my dick is fucking hard as rock. Just imagining it. But I am not in the mood for another round of sex now. As I know she must be sore as fuck after our last night's encounter. I fucked her real hard. My poor baby was limping around all morning with the pain. Mom totally ignored that obviously.

I should call mom to know what she is doing alone at home. I quickly pick up my phone to call her when I see, Shehnaaz forward her last portion of her ice cream to me. She knows, I love to eat the end part of cone ice cream. Where it's filled with chocolate. She always leaves it for me after she comes to know about it from mom.

"For you." She says in her sweet voice.

"Thank you baby." I am quick to take it from her hand and shove it into my mouth and eat. It's fucking good.

"Hmm! It's so good." My words make her giggle.

"You are like a baby." She says, laying down on her side of the bed.

"Your baby." I cringe on my own words. That's a disgusting comeback.

"Yes. Definitely mine. Who loves to eat my boobs." She jokes making me laugh. She giggles too.

"That was gross." We both say in unison, still laughing.

"Definitely gross." I admit. But I couldn't control myself from biting her boobs over her t-shirt.

She whines and a surprise look flashes on her face for what I did. "You just prove me right. That it wasn't gross but the truth." She smirks in the end.

"It will make you suffer baby. Just wait for five minutes." I give a warning before calling mom. She will have sore boobs after five minutes.

"Hello! Kaise ho dono?" Mom asks as soon as she picks up the call.

"I'm good mom. Ap kaise ho? Aur kya kar kare h..," I paused and took a sharp breath and quickly looked down in shock feeling her hand on my hard cock stroking my dick over my pants.

What the fuck is she doing? That's all I thought about looking at her calm innocent face as if she is not doing something out of the blue.

She is teasing you. My inner mind yells at me. Before I could tell her to stop mom starts talking. So I quickly hold her hand and shove it away. I'll deal with her later. Later, means after I'm done talking with mom. She looks a little hurt by my gesture but I can fix it later. Fucking her hard.

"Main thik hoon mom. Bas aise leti hui hoon. Tum dono ki yaad aa rahi hai." Mom says in a sad tone.

"Then you should have come with us. You could enjoy it. We could enjoy it together." I tell her. And, I know she must be regretting not coming here with us by now.

She took a sharp breath then said, "I know. I'm regretting it now," She agrees finally.

"I know you are regretting. I knew you would regret the moment you denied to join us." I say smiling thinking how well I know my mom.

"It's okay Sidharth. You both enjoy there. Don't forget to visit the Gurdwara sahib and khet. Channe ka khet aur sarso ka. Click pictures of you in SRK pose. In both places." Mom says in happy tone.

Mom is a big time SRK fan just like Shehnaaz. I still remember a picture of mom and dad in Raj and Simran costume. Hugging in between rice fields. Now she wants me to recreate the same thing with Shehnaaz.

"Okay. I'll." I say. I can imagine her smiling from here only.

"Okay. Party kab hai?" She asks.

"At 7:30. We will start getting ready after an hour." I say beaming imagining Shehnaaz in that red saree with the jewellery I gifted her for birthday. She will truly look like a newly married woman and a queen.

"Hmm. Good good. Enjoy yourself. Take care. Bye. I'll sleep a little now." Mom says bring me back in my senses.

"Yeah. Take care. Bye. Love you." I say and cut the call.

Then I remember what Shehnaaz did to me minutes ago. She needs a good punishment. Thinking I look down at her to play with her boobs for some time before we start getting ready for the party but I find her sleeping in peace. She is sleeping facing me, parted lips, keeping her one hand under her face and cuddling a pillow with the other one. She is looking like a baby in true meaning. My baby.

I slowly pull away the pillow from her hand. She should cuddle with me not with that fucking pillow. I take her in my arms; and like always she snuggles into my chest and gets comfortable. I smile and kiss her forehead sweetly then sleep cuddling my baby. We can get ready after an hour. It's just 5pm.

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"How am I looking?" Shehnaaz asks me after getting ready with her mother's help.

First, I thought to do it like always. But mummy insisted me that she wants to do it. Giving a valid reason that I don't know how to wear a saree.

"God! You're looking gorgeous. Can't take my eyes off you." I say genuinely, beaming looking at her without blinking my eyes. She is indeed looking breathtakingly beautiful.

She lower her eyes feeling shy, "Thank you."

I walk close to her, lift her face up touching her chin with my finger. I take a good look at her angelic face. She is all red. Red saree, red lipstick, red bindi, red sindoor, red nail polish, red bangles in both hands and red glossy heels. Her make up is bold not natural. Dark smoky eyeshadow and mascara is highlighting her big eyes, kissable red lipstick on lips and crimson cheeks for the blush.

"My beautiful red fairy." I say, then kiss her forehead sweetly.

She smiles and blushes harder. Her cheeks become more pinkish. I couldn't hold back myself from kissing her cheeks one by one.

"Don't ruin my makeup." She says pushing me a little.

"I will make sure it gets ruined tonight by me." I say in husky tone making her blush again.

"Pervert." She says smiling shyly

I lock my arms around her waist tightly, "Don't forget, your punishment is still pending." I remind her.

"No punishment on birthday. I'm a little baby girl." She baby talks.

"Indeed. A baby girl. But not little." I bite her earlobe before pulling myself away from her.

I laugh seeing her smiling shyly.

"Shehnaaz... Sidharth..." Papa calls us downstairs.

I asked papa to call me only Sidharth from now on. No need to add "ji" in end. It just doesn't feel good to me, the way he used to call before.

"Coming papa." I replies to him. "Let's go." I say holding her hand and we both go downstairs to join them to go for her birthday party.

Together papa and I have thrown the party in a five star hotel. After all, Shehnaaz deserves the best. Best birthday party at the best place for the best woman in the world.

I help mummy and Shehnaaz to sit in backseat. Papa and I sit in front seat. Papa is driving because I can't drive.

"Sidharth, are you okay?" Papa asks in concern after he starts driving.

"Yes. Papa. I just have issues with driving. I can comfortably sit in passenger seat." My words made him relax.

"Good." He concentrates on driving, and I on Shehnaaz through the rare mirror. She is looking so gorgeous.

We reaches our destination in forty minutes, I took Shehnaaz and mummy inside the hotel while papa was busy parking the car in the parking area which is in the underground.

We enter inside the hall, the hotel manager and stuffs wishes Shehnaaz with a beautiful flower bouquet. So, is the event manager.

"Thank you," She says them.

I nodded to them and they took a leave giving us privacy in the hall. They decorated the place as per Shehnaaz choice. Fairytale theme. She wanted it I and her father gave it. After all, she is our princess and queen. She herself looking like a queen than a princess. And I'm her prince charming, I'm wearing a black three piece suit.

"Ap teeno Shehnaaz Ke saath raho, aur sabse milo. Tab tak main zara catering arrangement dekh ke ata hoon. Then I'll join." I say making papa frown so is mummy.

"No. Tum yahi raho Shehnaaz ke saath aur sab se milo. Main dekh ke ata hoon. Ap, Shehnaaz puttar aur Sidharth ko leke jaiye." Saying this to mummy, papa left in hurry before I can stop him.

"Main jaun kya?" I ask mummy, pointing papa.

"Nahi. Chaliye ap hamare saath. Sab se milwate hai apko. Ap toh kisi ko nahi jante." Mummy says, and starts walking with Shehnaaz

I look back at papa once, he is already talking with them and checking the arrangement. Means he will join us soon. So I quickly start to follow them, with my long steps I quickly match with their steps.

Mummy introduce me with some aunties. They greet me and I greet them back. Then they wishes Shehnaaz and the ladies got in a conversation. Mostly talking about how beautiful Shehnaaz is looking. How lucky she is to get a man like me. How much her saree and jewellery is. Basically the normal woman talks. I just stand beside Shehnaaz and talk in between when I felt like responding. Like, I corrected the woman in black saree that even I'm lucky to have her.

I look here and there, looking for Happy. I asked him to come early here with his family. I want his help to know if Raj mother is coming or not. I really want to meet her once in my life with Shehnaaz beside me. I holding her hand. Not to support her but to tell that woman what Shehnaaz is for me. Just once. Before Shehnaaz gets her eyesight back again.

"Sidharth paaji... Sana..."

I smile happily hearing Happy's cheerful voice. I like this guy a lot. He is a good friend of Shehnaaz. At least, better than Raj. I hope Shehnaaz doesn't feel offended with this. She still loves him, as a friend. She misses him a lot. But I know Raj is not here. He is in London chasing his dream. She told me she wanted to meet Raj there once after getting her eyesight. I couldn't deny it. Even if I didn't like the idea of meeting him again. I don't want him near her. That's it.

"Hey! Happy." I quickly walked to him.

"Kaise ho ap?"

"Handsome." I wink.

He laughs on my word. I share a quick side hug. But Happy is Happy. He pulls me in the front and gives a proper hug. Which he calls 'jaadu ki jappi'.

"Yaar, paaji tussi formal hug mat kia karo. Proper jhuppi paya karo next time." He says.

"Haan. Thik hai." I agree. "Shehnaaz se mile."

"Please." He says and literally runs to Shehnaaz and pulls her in a tight hug.

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