"Her love?
She'll destroy stars to make me smile,  without her own realization"

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Anusha's POV

I woke up with an empty bed beside me.

Now, where the hell are you Mr. Grumpy?

Shifting myself up I pulled my legs out of the blanket. Stretching my body while yawning I started thinking about what to cook for breakfast.

And then the bathroom door flung open, I shifted my eyes to met his. He has a towel wrapped around his waist water droplets dripping down his damp hair and he was shivering.

Shivering?

What? Why?

I watched him hugging himself, rubbing his arms and moving towards the closet to take out his work clothes.

I picked up the A.C remote and switched it off. Though the weather is somewhat cool already as it’s mid-October but sometimes you’ll need A.C just to adjust the room temperature.

But he was still shivering.

“Siddharth are you fine?” I asked him worriedly.

He didn’t reply instead kept his clothes on the bed and started wearing them. Still playing grumpy-grumpy.
But I’m all fucked up!

I sighed. Whether angry or not I can’t let him play with his health. I stood up from my place and moved towards him.

I stood in front of him and met his eyes. His eyes were red, face pale and he looked really tired. My poor baby is sick.

Baby?

I moved my hand to touch his forehead but he took a few steps back like my touch will burn him.

I bit my lip because of his denial and felt a bit hurt but my stubbornness brings the best out of me.

I tried once more but he pushed my hand away.

Now there is only one way left!

I tried my best not to do that!

I pushed him on the bed with all my strength. He must have caught off-guard by my sudden act because his strong powerful frame fell off easily and his eyes widened looking at me.

“What the..” he was saying when I cut him off by my actions.

I took a few steps forward to him never leaving his eyes keeping him still with my gaze so that he won't run.

Leaning down on almost half of his figure I touched his forehead. He is really hot, must be around 102 degrees Fahrenheit.

He was still looking at me with wide eyes, the shock was evident on his face but my worried feelings were not helping me at all to focus on our close proximity.

I shook my head looking at him and pulled myself up. Kept his clothes inside the closet again.

“Hey!” he came protesting and was about to say something else when I cut him off.

“Shut up!” I said glaring at him in a calm tone but shutting him off completely.

Giving him his casuals, his sweatpants, and t-shirt to wear, I picked up my phone from the bedside table and exited the bedroom.

I dialed his secretary’s number and told her that he’ll not make it today. She said she’ll manage and there is no such important meeting scheduled for today.

I came inside the bedroom with some light breakfast, toast and cookies and a glass of orange juice along with a tablet of Paracetamol.

The moment I entered saw him all dressed up in his formals and ready to exit the room. The second he saw me, he quickly averted his gaze from me and went to pick up his phone.

Keeping the tray on the bed I made my way towards him, fuming in anger and stood in front of him. Snatched his phone out of his hands throwing it on bed carelessly I started taking off his jacket ignoring his eyes.

“Are you out of your mind? What the hell are you doing?” he spat angrily, but his voice sounds anything but angry it was hoarse and full of tiredness.

I ignored him just like he was ignoring me and succeed in slipping his jacket off him, now comes the tie.

He held my hand when I was going to take it off too.

“Are you crazy?  What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What the hell is wrong with me? The hell with you Siddharth?  You are sick!”

“ You have a high fever and still you want to go to the office. There is no way I’m going to let you do that to yourself.”

I continued bickering and never realized when did I took off his tie and then his shirt leaving his upper body all naked.
I moved to the closet and take out his casuals again,

“You have a high fever and instead of taking medication and rest you want to work. It’s okay,  work comes first I understand…… but what will you do if your health will not support you? ……. And you are asking me what the hell is wrong with me?”
I glared at him and made him wear his
   t-shirt, slipping his one arm inside and then the other and at the end his hard as rock head, between my bickering ignoring his constant stare.

His whole body was burning against my fingers and I was anything but calm.

How can you expect me to be calm!

“are you going to take off your pant or want me to do that for you too?”   I said turning my back to him so that he’ll change.

After a few seconds, what felt like hours to me I heard a hum… from him.

I turned and saw him sitting at the edge of the bed wearing the pants I gave him.

“Move,” I told him to lean against the headboard.

He did and then I kept the breakfast tray in front of him. Then eyed him to eat.

Scrunching his nose he started eating the cookies and drinking the juice.
I took this as an opportunity to call my HOD.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Yes, Dr.Anusha?”

“Ma'am, I called to ask,  is it okay if I take leave for today?"

“Are you fine? Is everything ok?”

“Actually mam my husband is sick and he is really giving me hard time”

She laughed listening to me and Siddharth’s head snapped towards my direction glaring, digging a hole in my head.

I laughed too, I picked up a cookie from the tray and shoved it into his mouth. Cutie!

“It’s okay honey you can take a leave and take care of him. I’ll ask someone else to take your patients”

“Thank you, ma’am”

“Your welcome honey” and then we hung up.

Sighing I turned to look up at him and found him already glaring.

“What?” I asked while shrugging and then continued, “She’s just like an aunt to me. She knows me from my college days”

And then I saw he didn’t take the medicine yet.

“What is wrong with you Siddharth, why are you so stubborn?” and forcefully shoved the tablet inside his mouth and made him drink the rest of the juice emptying the glass.

“look who’s talking” he mumbled to himself but I heard it.

“Now lie down like a good boy and take a good sleep,” I said like I’m talking to one of my patients.

But he crossed his arm over his chest and ignored me. Such a kid I tell you. I started pushing him down making him lie down but he didn’t budge.

One way or another!

I started tickling him.

“what………….a.r……..are you……….doing?” he asked between laughter but his voice was so hoarse due to a fever that I stopped smiling and tickling him.

“Siddharth please take some rest you’ll feel better. There is no need to be so stubborn right now. Just give in this time and continue being angry at me when you’ll feel better....... please.” I plead him.
I just don’t want him to get any worse.

He sighed looking at me but still not ready to lie down. I pulled him for a side hug and made him lie down with me. He was shocked once again and looking at me with amused eyes.

Once settled under the duvet I hugged him even tighter and I felt like crying. I never wanted him this sick, this angry. He is so angry with me that he doesn’t even want to take medicine and have rest.

I hope I just knew the reason for his anger.

I snuggled closer to him and buried my face in his hot burning body. I just want him to be okay.

After a few minutes his body relaxed but still, he didn’t wrap his arms around me and I was missing his embrace.

Soon I heard soft snoring and it was enough to tell me that he is already fast asleep. I freed him and leaned up closer to him kissed his forehead, climbed out of the bed made my way to the kitchen and cooked lunch for us.

After cooking lunch I came inside the bedroom and he was still sleeping. I decided to take a bath and went inside the bathroom for a warm shower.

After taking shower and wiping my body with the towel I realized that I forget to bring my clothes.

Damn!

Wrapping myself in the towel I peeped outside and saw him already sitting on the bed leaning against the headboard.
Now, what should I do?

He caught me peeping and I froze. My eyes widened and then my gaze rested on the laptop kept on his lap.

You fucking kidding me!

“Are you crazy Siddharth? You are still working! Did you forget you are sick?” I said coming out of the bathroom still wrapped in a towel crossing my arms over my chest.

His eyes followed my moment and lingered there for a while. Then I realized where he is looking at.

I kept my hand over my cleavage and turned towards the closet. I was taking my clothes out but still feeling his eyes on me. Soon after I realized his presence behind me and I turned.

“Aren’t you sick now?”

“I don’t think so,” he said and brushed few strands of my hair behind my ear making me lean into his touch.

I was feeling hot all over my body,  whereas I just stepped out of the shower.

“If you have a loving and caring wife then how can you be sick for long, love?”

I smiled at his compliment. I love it when call me love!

He pulled me to him by gripping my waist tightly like I’m his possession and started kissing me.

His kiss was intoxicating and I was kissing him back wrapping my arms around his neck ignoring the fact that I’m still in a skimpy towel.

I pulled him even closer, gripping the now loosened towel with our burning bodies.

The kiss grew hotter and his grip tightened around me, soon he started moving his hands downwards from my back to my lower half dangerously lower,  that he was almost gripping my hip.

He left my lips and blushing I started painting at the same time.

Smiling with a last small peck on my lips he started leaving wet kisses on my jaw and then to my neck then my collarbone and then my shoulder blades.

Moaning my one hand wrapped around his neck pulling him close and the other gripping his hair tightly making him groan against my skin.

Soon I realized his hand gripping the knot at the front of my towel, he took the towel off my body and I gasped……………………

“Shit”

The water is so cold!

Oh my god! I was dreaming. Is the hell wrong with me?

I quickly turned the shower off when the cold water hit my skin bringing me back to my senses. I was daydreaming.

A dirty daydream. Really dirty!

What are you thinking about Anusha?

Just like what I did in my dream I found that I forget my clothes outside, wrapping myself in a towel I peeped outside and saw him still sleeping.

I sighed and came out.

I was glued to my ground for a few minutes staring at his sleeping figure and thinking about my dream for a while and I found myself blushing a deep red.

Shaking my head I shoved that thought away and dressed myself up in front of him. Taking advantage of his sleep.

I was all the time flushing while dressing my nakedness up in front of him slower more than usual.

Imagining what would have happened if he was not sleeping right now or what if he suddenly opens his eyes.
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After dressing myself I woke him up and helped him to come out of the bedroom to eat lunch.

After lunch I made him sit in the living to watch a movie. I checked his temperature, he was fine now but still, his eyes were looking tired and dark bags were around them.

I kissed his forehead and rubbed his cheek totally forgetting that he is angry with me or the main thing that he is eyeing my every move.

I then gave him his medicines and still ignoring his eyes went somewhere else to hide my flushed self.

While he was busy News I called mom and talked to her for a while, he told me not to tell her about him being sick coz she’ll be worried. 

I know hubby!

I gave him a straight face saying I wasn’t having any plan to tell her either.
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Later in the evening when he was taking a nap, I took his car keys and drove to the nearest departmental store to buy some energy drinks and medicines for him.

When I was on my way, I saw a sweets shop ‘Haldiram’s’  and an idea popped into my mind.

I arrived home and saw him watching News again.

Wow. Such a boring fellow!

I shook my head and entered the kitchen. I know he knows that I’m back and he is ignoring me.

Excuse me, ma’am, care to tell me when he was not ignoring you?

Right!

I served the Jalebis I bought for him on a plate and made my way towards him. I stood in front of him interrupting his view of the T.V knowingly.

You can’t ignore me now!

He glared at me and turned his head to peep through my sides, but I shifted my self.

Then he shifted to the other side and I did the same. His glare became more dangerous this time. I gulped.

Now I’m dead!

“What?” he spat

I blinked and instantly showed him the plate of Jalebis. His eyes softened looking at them but he turned his head to the other direction.

I heaved an audible sigh and sat near him, actually almost on his lap.

By mistake!  

It was a mistake, people.

M.i.s.t.a.k.e!

Now he can’t ignore me I guess but failed.

He continued watching T.V,  I moved the plate in front of his face and saw him staring at it for a while.

Trapped!

I pulled the plate back to me and licked my lips knowing he is eyeing me the whole time.

I picked up a jalebi and took a bit. Moaning louder savoring the taste closing my eyes. I started my third-degree torture

“Yummy………… it’s amazing”

I opened my one eyes and saw him staring at the jalebi in my hands and then back to my lips.

You are gone, man! I know you can’t resist sweets.

“Want some,” I said almost touching the jalebi to his lips, just when he was about to open his mouth I pulled it back.

“Ok! Whatever you wish” shrugging it off I continued torturing him.

I was about to pick up my second jalebi when he groaned louder and leaned faster than me to pick his.

Hahaha………….. cute.

He took his first bite and moaned louder than me, I stared at him in amusement.

“What?...... It's really tasty” he said smiling.

And I took a long breath seeing him smiling after so long. This whole week he was frowning and tensed the whole time, this is the first time I’m watching him smiling.

I smiled too looking at him, he was eating like a kid.

Watching him eating taking every bite while licking his lips deliberately made my heart warm and a strange feeling built up inside me.

His lips all covered with sugar syrup were attracting me towards them, I wanted to wipe that syrup off them but not by my fingers but by my own lips.

Why I’m feeling this way?

Since when I turned into a dirty maniac?

He turned and caught me staring. Our eyes locked for a while then my gaze rested on his throat bobbing up and down then to his lips, those shining lips calling my name. When my eyes caught his eyes which were staring at my lips too.

His eyes were filled with an emotion that was mirroring mine. All I wanted him to do, is that to pull me up on his lap and kiss me hard. As always.

I think I should stop watching Hollywood movies now!

As if he read my eyes, he stood up frowning picked the plate from the coffee table and walked out of the room I don’t know where.

I closed my eyes leaning back resting my head on the headrest of the sofa I heaved a huge sigh.

What is happening to me? Why is this all bothering me so much? Why is he behaving like this?

We ate dinner together but in silence, no one dares to talk. He was silent the whole time and I was embarrassed because of what happened in the evening, I’m sure he read my eyes!

As always.

Why I’m this transparent to him?
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"He loved,  he loved and he loved
till
I had no choice but to love him back! "

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