"Desire stirred within him like a flame, igniting every thought and breath, a quiet storm of longing he could neither deny nor extinguish."
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Manik
I am a jerk, an as*hole, and arrogant, I agree, but I am not a coward. Even if I am still, no one pointed that out to my face, but this little dumb wife of mine is making a grave mistake. I will dig her grave if she again throws more curses at me.
I pressed the brake right in front of her and passed my deadliest glares on her way. Soon, my glares and anger turned into unrecognizable feelings. The anger bubbled again, but for a different reason. I looked at her from top to bottom, and something twisted in my body. I feel aroused seeing her…
Back to the ground, Manik Malhotra. This is not the time to get laid on the bed with your wife beneath you.
SHE IS NOT MY WIFE.
JUST A RESPONSIBILITY.
I tried to make my heart understand and gather my feelings. I made a poker face. “Do I give you a proper invitation to sit in the car?” I roar. “Get in before I change my mind.”
To be frank, I am not in the right mindset. Something is on fire inside me. Something is burning, and I am not ready to find it out.
I stayed connected to her until I arrived at her location just because of a RESPONSIBILITY. I am giving the same excuse to Shravan, but being a fucker, he is not ready to believe it.
And now, I kept my eyes on her until she sat back in the car just because of the same reason. But the fucker is again passing me the teenage teasing look.
“Oh… Bhabhi…” His eyes say. I wanted to punch him in the guts, but I have to maintain my composure as I have a witness right now. So, the plan is postponed.
My heart urged me to look at her once again. I looked at her the ninth time, and damn it is too much.
She called me by various names and even cursed me, but did she ever look at herself? What is she doing, getting wet in the rain, wearing a freaking transparent white shirt and blue jeans?
What is she? A Yash Raj heroine?
“Manik, she is a heroine. A freaking actress!” My mind mocked me and put some sense in me. But I don’t care. She has no right to please other men’s eyes.
Other men’s?
Yes!
“So she can please you?” My heart asks for what I have no answer for.
“Hello, Bhaiya…” She greets Shravan, bringing me back from my world.
“Hello to you too, Bhabhi…” How lovely!
That is it! I can’t tolerate this. She is exposing more skin than needed, and I can’t let him see her like that.
“Bro code! Technically, he can’t see her like that.”
“Why?” My damn heart asks. I ignored this question like Nandini ignored me right now.
“Get down!” I tried to sound normal, but it came out like a shout.
“Why?” Her reply comes, soothing my heart.
“Not you.” I gave her a look before turning to Shravan. “I am telling you.”
“Me?” Shravan exclaimed.
“Yes, you!”
“But it is raining outside.”
“I know!” I tried to calm my inner turmoil. “And, I also know that you are not a paper boat that will sink.”
“You are joking with me, right?”
His poor attempt to change my mind. My boy, no one can change a devil’s mind. “Get down from my car if you want me to keep quiet about the girl you are spending a night with at the Hotel Rosetta.”
Before I counted three, he was out and dialed a number to call his driver. Good boy
“You come here, I am not your driver.” She passed a glare but obliged. I took a deep breath when I saw her. Her bra is peeking out from the shirt, giving a clear view of her assets. Does she even care?
Who wore a black lace sexy-looking bra under a white shirt?
My wife did! Note my sarcasm
I can see how her nipples harden because of the cold. That site is not good for my body. Manik Calm down
Her wet shirt. Good!
Her Black lace bra. Good!
Her heavy breasts went up and down. Not good!
Those perky nipples tempted me to rub them. Very bad!
Her wet hair fell on her slender neck. Very bad!
Me getting a tent down my waistline. WORSE!
Okay, this is common. Any man can feel aroused seeing the seductress sitting beside him. Not new, right?
“Why did you blackmail him?”
She asks, Ok, Distraction “You have no right to ask.”
I saw her murmuring something, and that was not rocket science; she just cursed me again.
“Stop cursing me!”
“I didn’t.”
“I have got two horns, right?”
“Yes!” She replied bluntly, making me silent. Manik Malhotra has no comeback in front of his wife. How lovely!
“Stop being rebellious.”
“You stop being a jerk.” She spat back. Damn, her pretty mouth will make me do something unholy.
“Unholy? Like?” My heart interrupts again. It needs a good scolding session from me.
“Then, you stop being a seductress.” Good comeback, Mr. Malhotra. I pat myself and narrow my eyes, hearing her.
“When did I seduce you?” She took a deep breath. I know, because her breasts heaved up as her nipples were just a meter away from coming out and tearing her shirt. “And the most important question, why will I seduce you? You are not my type.”
The seduction and her charm washed away. The anger overpowered my mind, “Then who is your type, Mrs. Malhotra?”
“Maybe someone who is not a jerk.”
“Haha… then, you are very unfortunate because you got stuck with this jerk for your whole life.” I mocked her only to stun her. “And about your earlier question, you have no right to seduce anyone until you want him to live a life outside the hospital.” I meant it! I won’t share my things with anyone, and she is one of them. It doesn’t matter if I have feelings for her or not. She shares my name, and that makes her MINE.
I saw her lips moving and knew more curses were on the way.
“I may forgive you for cursing me, but I will not forgive you for giving me a boner,” I said, eyeing the tent in my lap. Well, I am getting a boner after a decade. Until yesterday, I thought that I was impotent, but now I am relieved.
“What do you mean?” She asks, I never found a girl who tempted me as she does. Now, I have to take a cold shower, which I hate the most.
I look at her chest and smirk. My nerves twisted again, seeing the delightful scene.
She gasped as soon as she looked at herself, and I bit my lower lip. “Am I like that all this time?”
“Yes, a pleasant sight for my eyes.” I eyed her breasts. Okay, I just want to grab them, but I don’t want to start anything without any feelings. I may never have feelings for her in the future, and I don’t want to risk it with lust.
“Don’t you have any shame?” She greets her teeth.
“Shame?”
“You are checking me out so openly.” She spats, covering her chest while wrapping her arms around herself.
“Do I need permission to check out my wife?” I asked with a teasing smile, eyeing her hands around her chest.
“My wife? Do you even mean that?” The air went silent in the car. My smile wiped off. I don’t know what to answer her.
Yes, she is my wife, but for the world.
I am living under the same roof, but for my family.
DO WE HAVE ANYTHING IN BETWEEN US OTHER THAN COMPROMISE?
NO!
The rest of the ride went silent. All the temptation went down the drain, but my hard-on stayed, which would not calm down until I had a cold shower or maybe self-pleasure.
I stopped the car in front of our home and said with a tightened jaw, “You are not stepping down from the car in that shirt. I won’t allow anyone to look at you like that.”
She turned back and said with equal rage, “Do I have any other option, Husband?” She mocked me with that title, I know.
I removed my coat and wrapped it around her shoulders like a gentleman, which I am not, in her eyes. “You always have other options around YOUR HUSBAND,” I emphasized on Your Husband.
I saw some spark in her eyes before she neutralized her expression and went inside. I am a mind reader; everyone says that I can predict others’ steps before they even move ahead. But in front of her, my skills died a thousand times. I can say she is good at acting or hiding those thoughts. Good for her career
I followed her inside only to get scolded by my Maa because of her.
“Nandini, this is the height of carelessness. If you are going to be late, then you should inform one of us. You don’t have any idea what we went through when you didn’t pick up our calls.” Maa scolded her, good, very good. She deserves that for being careless.
“I am sorry, Maa. The studio has no network, which is why I didn’t contact you guys. I won’t repeat this, I promise.” She butters my mother, kisses her cheeks, and guess what? It worked!
My volcanic mother became Mother India. Let me tell you, this won’t happen to me. She never got pleased with my kisses until she punished me.
One more reason to hate Nandini. She can butter my mother when I can’t.
“Your studio doesn’t have a network, but you are trying to book an online cab, strange.” Trust me, guys, this is my jealousy that spoke.
She shoots daggers at me that I dodged with my charming smile.
“Gulu, it is your fault as well.” My dadi interrupts our eye battle.
“Explain.”
“Why didn’t you inform us when you picked her?” I smile at her question and eye Nandini while taking my dadi in a side hug.
“Woh… I was busy checking out…” My wife coughs, intentionally making my smile broader, “Emails… Dadi”
“The weather was so romantic, you have your pretty wife beside you, you both are young and married, and alone in a car. Still, you were busy checking your emails.” My Chachi said and slapped my arms angrily as I disappointed her.
“I said it the hundredth time that he will drown our name.” When my Chachi is here, how can my Chacha Ji stay behind?
Let me give you a quick introduction to my cute family.
My Dadi, the oldest person who ever existed on the earth. *It is a joke, guys: Kavneet Malhotra.
My lovely parents. : Ram and Preeti Malhotra
The most romantic couple in the town. My Chacha & Chachi, Suraj and Anjali Malhotra
The son of my Chacha & Chachi, a headache of Malhotra’s, and a die-hard fan of my wife, Varun Malhotra.
This is my little world, which also includes my wife.
“I think Nandini will need a quick shower or else she will get cold.” This is the only way that can save me from more humiliation from my own family.
Only then did everyone notice that Nandini was soaking wet. Great, I was successful in turning their attention toward her.
“Nandini, you go, have a quick shower, till then I will prepare a hot tea for you. You will feel nice.” My Chachi said, and we, I mean, Nandini and I, walked towards OUR room.
To be continued…