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SIDHARTH POV

"Are you dumb, Shehnaaz?" I am pissed.

She is pissing me off, from the time I returned home from office in the evening. It's already night, we are about to sleep, and now she brought up this topic. Again. She wants to work. We already had a conversation about this yesterday, and I already told her that she can work if she wants to. Then why again?

"No. Are you sure, sure? That I should work?"

*Why is she acting like a dumb here?*

"Of course, I am okay. You want to work again, that's fine with me. I already told you about this before. Right?"

"Yes. You did."

"Then, why are you acting weird here? As if I am a fucking chauvinist. Who has issues with his wife working?"

"No. It's not that,"

"Then what's your problem? Why did you bring up this topic again?" I asked calmly seeing her getting scared a little with my high pissed tone.

"Jaanu," She cooed laying down on my chest.

I automatically pull her closer cuddling her and kiss her forehead sweetly letting her know I'm with her. Beside her whatever she feels to do I'll support her.

"What is it Shehnaaz? What's your problem?" I asked.

"Jaanu, please don't get angry okay?"

"I am not angry. Just tell me the problem. Maybe I could help you somehow." I don't know why is she acting like this. But I need to make her feel that whatever her problem or issues is, I am here to solve it with her.

"I want to do painting professionally." She whispered, playing with my fingers. But, why did she whisper? I don't understand. Does she thinks I won't like it if she wants to be a professional artist. Why is that?

"That's awesome baby. I have seen your work. You are very good at art. I'm sure you will do well. If you need any kind of help, let me know. Be it planning an exhibition of your work or you need more equipment for your art. Okay?" I said genuinely and kissed her top again.

She smiled, "Okay. Thank you so much for your love, support and faith in me." She finally sounded relaxed and happy.

"I am your husband, Sweetheart. This is what I supposed to do." I kissed her cheeks and she smiled big looking at me.

She leaned closer and kissed my lips. I kissed her back grabbing my favorite, her boobs. I press them hard making her moan. I quickly enter inside her mouth and explore every corner until we run out of breath.

"I love you. You're my inspiration." Her eyes widened then she hides her face into my neck.

What just happened?

"Shehnaaz?" I tried to pull out her face but she is determined to hide her face from me.

"Hmm?'

"What's wrong?" I pulled out her face with force but she looked away from me. "Baby, look at me." I said firmly, holding her face in between my hands.

She finally looked at me, smiling akwardly.

"What's wrong?" I asked her again.

"Jaanu," She started to look here and there but not me.

"Shehnaaz stop avoiding me. God damnit!" I said in irritation.

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"Of you. Your rejection."

What the fuck is she talking about? Why is she scared of me? And what rejection?

"Shehnaaz, you are already my wife? Then what rejection? And why are you scared of me? I am not a ghost or a wild animal who will eat you up?"

She immediately looked at me glaring, "Really?"

"Yes. Really. Do I look like a wild animal to you? An animal?" I am feeling offended.

"You are definitely an animal in bed." She smirked.

"Oh!" That I am. I smiled proudly. But then I remembered what we were talking about. "Shehnaaz, what rejection you were talking about? Tell me in details please."

I pulled her face closer and kissed her forehead sweetly to make her feel comfortable talking freely.

"Iwanttodrawyou."

"Huh? What? Say it clearly." I am confused.

"I. Want. To. Draw. You. I want you as my inspiration. As my muse." She gave a cute puppy smile at the end.

"What the fuck?"

I am in deep shock. She wants me as her inspiration. As her muse? Muse? That's a big deal for me. I am seriously both shocked and surprised. It's good that she wants me as her muse. It's cute and romantic somewhere but she wants to do it professionally. Means she will do an exhibition to sell it.

Would I be comfortable with it? My painting in someone's house wall or something. But mostly would anyone buy someone's portrait painting even? I doubt. Would I ever buy some stranger's (man) painting and put it on wall? No. Never. Eww! But, what to do with her now. She would be upset if I said no now.  What do I do now?

"See, I was afraid of this reaction of yours only. I know it's stupid, that I only want to draw you. I only want you as my inspiration. My muse. But, I really want to do it. You make me happy. You are my happiness. But, I know it's stupid. I am sorry that I even thought this. Or even said it to you. I promise, I will think something else. I will draw something else. Maybe nature or something which will inspire me someday." She kept talking like a crazy person.

"Stop right there crazy woman. I would—"

"I know, I'm crazy and stupid. So, I am sorry. I won't bring this topic again. Now please don't be upset. I won't bother you about this again."

"Will you stop?" I asked in irritation.

"Yes. I am stopping right now. Forget I said that to you even. Maybe! I'll do some other job. A school teacher would be great. I love kids."

I facepalm. "Oh God! Shehnaaz. I would love to be your muse." I finally told her, irked.

The way her face brighten and eyes lit with happiness makes me smile. "Really? You will let me draw you?" She asked with hopeful voice.

"Yes! Why not? But would you be okay with other people hanging my painting on their living room?" My question made her eyes widened.

"What happened?"

"Let's cancel it."

Is she getting possessive now?

"Cancel? What?" I asked to tease her.

"This whole selling thing. I don't want to sell your painting to others. Those are for me. For my happiness. You are not something to sell. I'll paint something else to sell, but not you. I'll paint you just for me. Yes. Decided. Good night." She hugged me tightly to sleep.

I couldn't hold back my laugh seeing her so possessive suddenly.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Seeing your possessiveness."

She smirked and said, "I don't want your portrait hanging on some strangers living room. I'll better hang it on our living room or bedroom."

"Huh?"

"Yes. I don't want anyone else to check out you 24*7. You're my property."

Oh! The possessiveness in her voice makes me hard. Especially the word "My property " sounds sexy to me.

"I am your property?" I asked to tease her. I know I am, like she is mine.

She pulled my face and bit my checks and asked, "Aren't you?"

I hissed a little and replied, "Yes. Baby?"

"No. Let's sleep okay?" She closed her eyes to sleep just to avoid me.

I am hard. And I want to have sex now. "Baby?"

"No sex. I am tired Sidharth." She sounds sleepy and tired.

"Okay. Good night." I kissed her cheeks and she turned her back to me. She grabbed my right hand and put it under her t-shirt.

"Play with it now." And put my hand on her tits.

I smiled big with her gesture and kissed her neck then grabbed her tits and started to play with them. I played until sleep took over me.

NEXT MORNING

After getting ready for the office, I walked to bed where Shehnaaz is still sleeping. Why won't she? She must be tired for our early morning love making.

She woke up around 4 and woke me up for sex. Saying she is feeling horny and she needs me. Seeing the time I was a little pissed but her one glare was enough for me to do it. I was sleepy but I am not a stupid to deny her. I did something like this before.

At first, I was not in the mood for sex; so she gave me an amazing BJ to make my mood. After that, I was all awake and in the mood. So, I fucked her like I should fuck for long 3 hours. I wanted more but she was hell tired so I compromised. It was a compromise. I held back my desire for more.

"Baby? Shehnaaz? Wake up?"

I am waking her up to tell her I'm going to the office. It's a regular thing. I always tell her before I left for office.

"Hmhm?" She moves a little in sleep then cuddle and my pillow to sleep more comfortably.

"Huh!" I will let her sleep. It's just 9.

I bent near her ears and whisper, "Sleep well sleepyhead."

I kissed her forehead then cheeks then nose. I stood up straight and saw her smiling in sleep.

"See you later, Baby." I caress her cheeks lovingly then left our room taking my phone, wallet and blazer in hand.

"Good morning," Mom wished as I pulled my chair to sit and have breakfast.

I sat and wished her, "Good morning, Mom."

"You slept well?" She asked, while serving me breakfast. It's Aloo paratha with butter and pickles.

"Yes. Why?" I asked in confusion. Why is she asking me this?

"I don't think so. Your eyes are red and you have eye bags too. It's not good to wake up all night Sidharth. That too everyday? It's not good for your health. You should work all day but not at night. Night is for sleep. So sleep. Understand?" She lectured me.

I don't want to tell her exactly what keeps me awake all night. "Okay. I'll keep that in mind."

"You don't have to keep that in mind but to follow it. It's not healthy Sidharth. People can die early if they continue waking up all night like this. I don't wanna lose you." And she started to cry.

"Damn it! Mom?" I quickly got up from my chair and walks up to her, to console her. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead sweetly. I should have said yes to her, than that. She always gets emotional when my father's death anniversary is near. Which is after two days now. Damnit!

"I am sorry, Mom. I will take care of myself. I will sleep early. Okay? Now please stop crying." God! I am feeling extremely guilty for making her cry like this.

"Sidharth, I have no one apart from you. So, you have to take care of yourself. Do you understand?"

"Okay. I'll. Now please stop crying. Or should I call that asshole Vardhan Chauhan to uplift your mood with his flirts?" I hate that asshole. He was literally flirting with my Mom, when I went to check on them. But I did it to change her mood.

Mom started to giggle.

"Like seriously? Mom? You started to laugh just hearing his name now? What kind of black magic did he do on you? I am not joking. I am damn serious here." My fake serious tone finally made her stop, giggling.

"He didn't do any black magic on me. I am just amused seeing you getting possessive for me. He is a good man Sidharth. Don't be so mean to him."

I can't believe she is defending him now?

"First, he is not a good man. He is an asshole. And, second, why do I feel you're flattered by him? Huh?" She is.

"I am not."

She is lying. She is blushing like a teenager here. "God! Mom. You are blushing like a teenager here. So, please don't tell me, you are planning to make him my step dad."

The way she gasps makes me laugh but I controlled.

"What are you talking about? He is like my son?"

"Then why were you blushing thinking about your "like my son". Huh?"

"I wasn't blushing. My face might look red because of the light." She pointed out the white LED light.

"What. A. Lame. Excuse. Mom!" I got a hard smack on my shoulder for it.

"You can kill me. But it won't change the fact, Mom. He is just 33. You can do better."

"Just shut up. Eat your breakfast and leave." She chided.

"You want me to go office fast so that you can talk with him over phone? How,"

"Shut up and eat."

Okay. Now she is super pissed. For my safety, I come back to my place to place had my breakfast quickly and kissed her forehead sweetly before leaving for office. In midway I received a text from Mom saying—

MOM: I know why you did that. I am fine now. He was just telling me, that you are lucky to have me as your mother. Because, he don't have one. His mother died when he was young, 5. He is like my son. Not your step dad. Take care. And don't forget to eat your lunch, which Shehnaaz will take it later.

ME: OKAY.

I messaged her back and kept my phone back inside my blazer pocket, thinking about Shehnaaz coming to my office with lunch. We will have some good time then. Maybe a round of sex too.

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