Aishwarya POV

It was past evening now, and I was still sitting with my sister. I visited each of them as they slipped into the hall yesterday—all thanks to Hukum.

Or maybe I was sparing time to stay away from him.

I did not know, but whatever happened yesterday had pushed me into the river of dilemmas. The more I remembered it, the more I felt timid and ashamed of it.

I still could not get over the fact that he sucked me there. I mean, do all husbands do that?

And I was afraid to ask my sisters. I knew they would not behave well on it and talk ill about him, which I did not want.

Hukum said it was normal, but I was not feeling like usual. 

"You should go to your chamber now, Aishwarya,"

Suddenly, my sister's voice caught my attention, and I lifted my gaze to look at her.

"Ji, Jiji,"

I tried to say. She smiled a little, looking at me and said.

"Thank you so much for taking care of me. Even though your husband is here, you still spent the whole day taking care of me. I cannot thank you enough,"

I shook my head and stood up from the edge of the bed.

"You do not have to thank me, Jiji. What else are families for?"

I said in a slow voice, and I was not able to forget about it.

I did not want to take care of her, but I did not have any other reasonable option. I had lost all my strength to look into his eyes, even for a moment. It was like my vocabulary had burnt, my throat had dried, and my energy had drained after it.

Even in the morning, I was feeling so timid just being close to him.

"You should go see your husband now,"

She said, and I lifted my gaze to look at her. I nodded slowly and turned my almost immobile steps towards outside her chamber. I had already met my sisters, my father and everyone I used to miss in Suryagarh. It was dark now. I had no other option but to go back to my chamber.

Him, sucking me was fine, but what I did after that made me feel so much ashamed. I fisted my hands in his hair and bit on his lips.

I could not believe it.

What the hell got into me?

I could even recognize myself any more.

I had never thought about, never imagined or dreamed about it. But, at that moment, it all felt so natural and right.

And now, it was making me feel ashamed and vulnerable.

I reached closer to my chamber and, with slow steps, stepped into the chamber. 

Alright, I would go silently and would sleep directly in my bed.

I did not have the courage to meet his eyes, talk to or even face him.

What would he be thinking about me?

I told him that I felt sick whenever he came close to me, but he had to do it.

Aarrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhh

I asked him to do that.

I reminded myself again.

I asked him to kiss my nipple and suck me, and agreed to whatever he asked me.

Why?

Why he had such an effect on me?

Why all the time I feel thirsty and wet when he comes closer to me?

Why does my brain stop working, and why does my body only behave differently around him?

And, if everybody feels that around their husband, why did anybody not tell me before the wedding?

I inhaled a deep breath and looked into the chamber to find him. He was nowhere to be seen. I let out a sigh of relief and walked toward the bed.

Maybe he was busy with meetings and all. He could not stay away from his work and duties. Thankfully.

I smiled a little and walked towards the bed.

"Missing me,"

I jumped all of a sudden and was about to fall down as the wave of intense fear ran into my body with the voice.

"Hukum,"

I felt his hand around me, and he protected me from falling down and pulled me closer to him.

My eyes widened with shock.

"I scared you?"

He asked in a slow and teasing voice, and I lowered my gaze as my heartbeat started to race just by looking at him.

I took a step away from him and corrected the dupatta on my head.

"Hukum,"

I breathed, and he smiled, looking at me.

"All good?"

He asked casually, and I felt my stomach twisting differently when I looked at his smiling lips.

"Ji, Ji, Hukum,"

I tried to say, and he walked past me to sit on the couch.

"Have you had dinner?"

He asked, and I looked at the food platted on the table in front of the couch.

"Umm, no, but I am not hungry,"

I tried to say. Although I was hungry, I knew eating with him would leave me even hungrier than I was.

He raised his left brow at me and asked in a slow voice.

"What did you eat?"

I sucked on my lower lip after seeing that the tiny little dot of the deep red colour of my bite was visible on his lips. It raced my heartbeats, and I tried to shake my head a little.

"Fruits,"

I managed to say in a slow voice.

He chuckled a little and looked at me with a sharp and intense gaze.

"Come here,"

Those two words did not come out of his mouth like sweetness but more like an order. I gulped nervously and strolled towards him.

I fisted my hands while sitting down on the couch beside him. Pressing my thighs together, I lifted my gaze to look at him. His gaze was low on the plate, and I tried to calm my racing heartbeats.

He tore a bite and forwarded his hand to me. My gaze unwantedly looked down on his most extended finger, and I blinked silently.

I did not know, but it was different and awkward.

He smiled a little and brought his hand closer to my mouth, so I had to open it for him.

I felt his fingers gently touching my fingers mistakenly, and I lowered my gaze. I chewed on the food silently and looked at him, having another bite.

He did not say anything, and neither I wanted him to say anything.

I was already ashamed enough of whatever happened yesterday, and for some unknown reason, even more wetness was bubbling up in my core than before. 

We both finished eating, and he fed me most of the bites even before I was able to complete the previous one. My eyes were not leaving his face. He was pretty much focused on the food. The red curry of the vegetable was glistening on his beautiful pink lips. The lips that were sucking me there last night. He rolled out his tongue and licked his lips, and I suddenly felt thirsty.

When he finished, he sucked on his fingers and removed the spice from his fingers cleanly.

Suddenly, he lifted his gaze and looked at me.

"You must be tired, Aishwarya. You should go to bed,"

He said, and I just kept staring at him.

For some reason, I wanted to sleep as quickly as possible, but for others, I felt like staying awake and keep remembering what happened.

Because every time the picture blurred my vision, it left me with a wave of similar sensations. It was like the same sweet taste of your favourite sweet whenever you remember it.

He lifted his gaze at me, and I immediately lowered my gaze.

"Ji, I should sleep,"

I shook my head a little and blinked nervously to realise what the hell I was thinking.

I was going insane for sure.

I immediately stood up from the couch and tried to walk towards the bed, but suddenly, my feet banged into the leg of the table, and a loud scream escaped my mouth.

"Aaaahahhhhhuuuuchhhhhhhh,"

I felt his hand immediately wrapped around me and his words following.

"Careful, Aishwarya,"

My eyes shut with the intense pain rolling through the hurt zone, and I jumped on my other feet before sitting back on the couch.

"Aaannhhhhhh,"

Tears collected in my eyes, and I looked at him sitting on his knees in front of me.

"Show me,"

My brows were thinned with the pain, and I slowly removed my hand from my toe and looked at him looking at me.

"Thankfully, it's not bleeding,"

He said in a slow voice, and I felt him gently touching my toe with his fingers.

"It's okay; the pain will fade away slowly. Cannot you walk properly?"

He said and lifted his slightly angry eyes to me. 

I did not know, but it made me feel a chilly shiver running down my spine.

"Are you scolding me?"

I asked in a slow voice as his raised voice scared me to the core. His eyes immediately softened, and he inhaled a deep breath before saying.

"No, I am not scolding you, Aishwarya,"

He lowered his gaze and gently rubbed my toe until the pain faded. He did not say anything else, and I said in a slow voice.

"It's good,"

I said, pulled my feet slowly away from his hold, and stood up from the couch.

My heartbeats were still racing, and I asked, looking at him.

"Are you not coming to bed?"

He smiled a little and stood up on his toes. My face also angled with his height, and he said in a slow voice.

"I do not think you will feel comfortable with me,"

I blinked silently while digesting his words. His lips were still glistening with the moisture of his tongue, and my gaze was flickering between his eyes and lips. 

I tried to shake my head slowly and tried to say.

"I never said that, Hukum,"

He smiled and took a step closer to me.

"But, your eyes are saying this,"

He said in a slow voice, and I looked at the way his lips moved in sync while saying this. 

"How do you know much about what I want to say?"

I tried to ask, and he smirked a little. I looked at his sharp canine teeth, which reminded me of how he bit me yesternight.

It twisted my stomach, and I blinked silently to focus on our conversation.

"You have pretty much on your face all the time, Aishwarya,"

He said, and I lowered my gaze as he took another step closer to me to erase the last feet of distance between us.

I blinked nervously and felt his finger touching my chin and lifting my face to look at him.

I saw him leaning in closer and slowly and gently pecking my lips for once.

"And I think you are craving a kiss,"

He said, and I could feel my heart beats racing so wildly with that.

My breathing turned audibly uneven, and I lowered my gaze to his lips.

He smiled a little, and I knew he knew what I wanted despite the fact I did not know what I wanted at that moment.

I was too scared for another moment on the bed with him but equally craving for his other touch on my face, breast and thighs too.

For some unknown reasons, it felt terrific.

"But, this time, you will have to ask me in proper words, Aishwarya,"

He said in a slow voice and took a step back from me. I saw him walking away from me and closer to the bed.

He removed his overcoat and placed it on the side stand before sitting down on the edge of the bed and lying back.

His eyes were not leaving mine, and he patted the side beside him.

"Come to bed,"

My feet senselessly obeyed and walked towards the bed.

The dupatta slipped off my head as I picked my lehnga up a little while placing my knee on the bed to climb up.

I sat beside him and felt him forwarding his hand and slowly pulling my dupatta off my shoulder.

I fisted my hands on my lap and looked at him looking at me.

 He held my forehead and pulled me slowly to make me lay back on my back.

I was not wearing heavy pieces of jewellery today. And I felt them insanely uncomfortable in my neck.

My back touched the soft mattress beneath me, and I looked at him hovering over me a little, and before I could comprehend, I felt him biting me hard on my nipple over the fabric.

"Aaaouucchhhhh,"

I cried a little, and he just smiled, looking at me.

I thinned my brows and complaint in a slow voice.

"You bite me a lot, Hukum,"

He chuckled a little and laid back beside me. Our faces were close, and he said in a slow voice.

"Aadat daal lo, Aishwarya,"

"Get habitual of it, Aishwarya,"

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