'She's made up of
sweet tea and poetry'
-country girl

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The talk

Avrudh's POV

I was pissed.

There wasn’t just one reason for that, there were many.

The way he smiled at her pissed me, the way he walked up and she smiled at him, said clearly they shared some memory in the past- no matter good or bad- that thought too pissed me.

The way he looked at her up and down made me aware that my wife is wearing an extremely tempting outfit with thigh high slit, she was looking like an enchantress straight coming from the heavens divine, everybody was witnessing her beauty and when he looked at her with no bad intention had me seeing red.

Wasn't he supposed to be a villian?
He wasn't supposed to stand there with that admiring look in his eyes.

I wanted him to be a bad character which he wasn’t proving himself to be.

He was intimidated that twitching smile explained, I am used to of leaving that effect on people but jealousy was a new emotion to me, I realised shocking myself.

Sadhvi was messing with my system completely.
I am not that sane Avrudh anymore like I used to be.

He praised her like he prayed once to be a part of her life, once he wanted to be the reason for the gleam in her. Like once he wanted to mean something so bad to her, so much so badly.

He adored her that was clearly written. And I was so jealous for that. If only we were destined to meet earlier. Sadhvi and I.

I was aware of my wife’s beauty, I was aware she is a people person, she just need to smile and everybody come falling down at her feet. She is loved by everyone. I know.

The fact of men like him being a part of her past pissed me, which should be doing the opposite because she chose me not them.
She wanted me only never them.

And the asshole me realised that after I ruined the happy mood back on stage, where she left me to talk to my mother and by the looks of it, she hasn’t complained about me being an asshole yet.

I sighed once again and looked at my glass of whiskey, it was just my first glass after the wine so I wasn’t there yet and planned to keep it that way. I had my wife to make up to.

“So… How’s life going?” a voice I got familiar with fifteen minutes ago said beside me.

Wrong timing sir. Very wrong.

 Not wanting to look at him I looked ahead and sighed saying,
“I am tired. Three days of non-stop running here and there got me.”

He laughed and turned so that his back was leaning against the counter,
“You are a lucky man”

And an A class asshole too

I nodded anyways

“You know back during our graduation internship days, I think almost every guy in our department had a crush on her. Even our seniors.”

Clearly not helping

“You know there are some people we meet and couldn’t learn to hate them even if you want to, she is one of them. When she rejected me I wanted like crazy to hate her but I could never bring myself to.”

I turned too, suddenly the idea of my wife rejecting every guy fascinated me, I looked at where he was looking and found him staring right at her, she was talking to Rajveen.

“She was always clear about what she wanted, she talked, sometimes flirted and went out on dates too but when she realised things are starting to go serious for the other person she backed off. She never promised them a relationship, she promised healthy friendship always.”

He looked at me sighing and smiled, “I was mad at her earlier but after few years of understanding her points, I realised it was all in my head. She never promised anything otherwise and I was like a crazy person stood holding on to that small finger she offered.”

I smiled understating the guy, “That smile lures us in” I said pointing at my wife proudly

He nodded drinking from his glass, “It sure did and so did that gleam of her eyes”

I laughed, “tell me about it. I fell for the same”

He laughed too looking at her, “But what she couldn’t find in anyone she found in you. That’s what makes you lucky.”

I kept the now empty glass back on the counter and met his eyes, “Lucky indeed”

“Be there for her, love her like she always seeks. I saw in her eyes she is making you her world”

I squared my shoulders clearly understanding the man means no threat, never was.

I was paranoid, a little new to the concept of my wife having so many followers. I should be proud where many were crying for her attention I seem to have earned her all.

I turned at Vikram and with a genuine smile I thanked him before making my way to my wife. The girl I declared my home with the very first look in her eyes.

“Hi” I said joining her beside the dancing stage

To my right remained the stage all colorful and a DJ playing songs of variety.

What Rajveen and Sadhvi were talking came to a halt with my arrival, Rajveen with her son holding her hand smiled at me,
“Hi yourself, a bird told me you pissed off Sadhvi”

I looked at my wife long.

“Her face said it” Rajveen grinned looking between I and Sadhvi

Something tugged my pants, looking down I found Rajveen’s son,
“Are you my girlfriend’s husband?” he blinked innocently at me looking between us.

I held Sadhvi’s hand which I thought she was going to swat away, “yes” smiling at him

“You promise you going to buy both of us kit-kat from now on?” he asked

I looked at Sadhvi who gave me a blank face and Rajveen just smiled

“I promise, if you convince her to talk to me”

“Mausi! Talk to him!” he ordered her as if owning her

Sadhvi looked at Dhruv pursing her lips, clearly reciprocating the affection
“No Dhruv, he made me upset”

“I will not do that again” I made in a promising voice

“He will not do that again” even from my side Dhruv made puppy eyes

Sadhvi looking unconvinced freed her hand from my grip and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “No”

“I promise!”

“He promise!” he said with the beam of his eyes multiplying

Sadhvi sighed, “Okay” and kissed Dhruv’s cheek and I got the view of her back

She had another mole there ten inches below her neck

“five Kit-kats, I promise” I said to Dhruv bumping my fist to my heart

Clumsily he repeated after me earning a laugh from everyone and then both mother and son left us alone.

I turned to face Sadhvi and was about to speak when both Meheka and Avesh pushed us onto the stage urging us to dance.

Smiling at them Sadhvi rolled her eyes and the DJ switched the music to some romantic item as expected.

Sadhvi kept both of her hands on my shoulders gasping when I held her by her waist and pushed her to me saying,
“I am sorry”

She just hummed ignoring my face, we started swaying with the tune
“I hate to admit that... but I was jealous”

If she was shocked she hid it nicely looking at me blank faced
“I know he wasn’t a threat but I just wanted to be the only guy in your life”

With the twitch in her lips she murmured, “You are the only guy”

“I know but I wanted him to be bad and he is clearly very sweet, you looking this beautiful today I was scared he might try to hit on you again” I confessed

Sadhvi rolled her eyes this time but smiled a little sour, “I am married to you , you duffos if you haven’t noticed by now”

I chuckled,
“That is the only hope keeping me sane, wife”
Sadhvi shook her head but blushed red.

I tightened my hold on her waist and murmured in a low voice,
“Sadhvi, I kind of have this feeling that I am losing my heart to you”

I got to know she heard me when she gripped the lapels of my suit not raising her head from my chest
“I never knew I needed someone until I saw you. Since then I have been losing small pieces of me to you, everyday”

Sadhvi said nothing and neither loosened her grip over my suit. My chest tightened with the site before my eyes, her head ducked and face hidden, Sadhvi was too shy to reply a word,
“And I am planning to make you feel the same way too. I am going to steal you from yourself that is my promise”

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Sadhvi’s POV

I fell when clearly I was to say falling.

I fell for his face the first time I saw him, I fell for his person the first time I met him, where he read me all crystal when I wasn’t giving much.

Pace was something I had my masters done on but I seemed to loose my degrees in front of him.

Avrudh had me feeling a little to too many things at once.

I was giving him a strange power over me, with no plans of regrets I was adamant to loose myself completely.
Forgetting my original character I was making myself his beloved. I wasn't trying to loose myself to him because I found something strange and new growing in me.

This morning I and Avrudh moved to his house. The government allotted one.
I was inside the closet of his bedroom arranging my stuff to the right side of the closet where the left side belonged to him.

I have had help, the house help at Avrudh’s house was here to help me throughout the day. There are two ladies working, one the lady in her early fifties, Grace aunty and the other lady is her daughter, Monice, 21 years old.

The guy I met the last time I was here is Avrudh’s assistant, Kaushal, who also happens to be a lawyer training under him.

Avrudh’s bedroom looked more like a penthouse, two solid walls with  glass blue colour, one main walk in navy colour and a huge one-sided glass wall. I had never expected a government villa to look as good as this.

Entering the room to the left you have bathroom and next closet, attached to the bathroom as well as bedroom. The closet is big with two sides, each separated to both of us and a huge window to let the light in.

From left to the door wall comes the bookshelf with a small number of best sellers and then the bed at the center of the room. The main wall of room has a big frame of mountains, dark of dawn. And I fell in love with that too.

“Thank you so much for your help Monica, you made it so much easier for me”

She smiled and ran a hand through her knee length skirt, “Your welcome mam, let me know if you need me again for anything.”

I nodded and waited for her to leave the room.

I walked out of the closet with a hand towel in my hand and fell back first on the plush mattress of the bed. I sighed.

Avrudh insisted on helping me to settle my things in the room but I shushed him off taking Monica’s offer instead. I was embarrassed what he might think of my things. I had stuff for girls of course and a good number of stuff at that. From my toiletries to my baggy clothes.

Once set I almost occupied more than half of his room space and him witnessing me hijacking his territory one by one was too much for me to think of. He will see once he enters.

Shocked he might get but whatever.

I looked at the bag kept at corner of the room near bedside table stressing upon the fact that I was yet to complete the packing for my honeymoon.

I took a deep breath in- good god I am going on my honeymoon.

I was having a hard time digesting the new facts about me, the recent changes were very much noticeable but hard to wrap my mind upon. Now being married, having a husband, having in-laws and sleeping on a different bed with a man I have decided to call my husband and now packing for honeymoon too, these certainties were taking their sweet time to fit.

Two days ago when I first slept beside him, I laid there with my heart in my hands. Thumping louder than ever.
I was so very aware of him lying with me, beside me, just inches apart and when his arms wrapped me in, he took me inside his world like I was meant to reside there, I lost myself in that very moment.

I sacrificed my being in Avrudh’s hands, I was his to handle, his to tangle and his to pamper.

Thinking about him only brings that stupid grin on my face that screams teenage love. Tender and sweet and love only.

It took two minutes for my heart beats to fall into a peaceful rhythm today too, thinking about that moment before I got up and made my way to descend down the stairs in the search of the criminal responsible for making me a lunatic these days, who I was clearly leaving asleep on my bed.

“Killing me slow, out the window
I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below
Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes
What doesn't kill me makes me want you more”

Singing the song a little loud I made my way down the stairs. Halsey has been my favourite for a long time now, but Taylor swift is mood.

You still listen to Taylor Swift?

Hell yeah I still breath.

You feel gloomy? There’s always a Taylor swift song for that. You feel happy? There is again a Taylor Swift song for that too. You are in love? Oh… there is another Taylor Swift song for that. Look for it.

“And it's new
The shape of your body, it's blue
The feeling I've got
And it's ooh, whoa oh
It's a cruel summer”

I was standing at the end of the stairwell when I saw Grace aunty and Monica working in the kitchen, the ladies were busy doing their stuff and Avrudh nowhere in sight.

Grace aunty looked up from chopping the potatoes and met my eyes, I smiled a little shy. I was still not used to the fact Avrudh got maids working from six in the morning to eight in the evening.

And I was definitely a new comer in his house even Grace aunty has more idea of his life than me.

She smiled at me with reassuring eyes and pointed to the door to my right where I am guessing Avrudh’s study is. She informed me where he is.

Nodding to her I turned to see him. What was the reason again?

 Um… you never told me?

Dear god!

The doors to his study were open so I took it as a sign he wasn’t busy or engrossed in work, my intrusion isn't going to interrupt his work. Without knocking I walked inside and the scenery left me frozen, clinging to the door frame itself.

I wanted to kick my heart torturously slow. My heart wasn’t behaving these days, it was playing weird pictures in reels in my head.
My imagination running rapid.
My brain wasn’t helping either.

Avrudh sat there on his chair behind his mahogany desk on his brown leather seat comfortably, with his nose deep into the file he was reading, his eyes behind those reading frames reading every word carefully not leaving a single alphabet.

His lips pursed showing his concentration, he wasn’t even aware I was ogling the specimen destiny called my husband, and I wasn’t going to blame him either I have been told I am a sneak.

I walk with no sound.

The image my mind played was a little daring for even me to explain.

Standing there leaning against the door frame I pictured myself doing something I could never do unless too drunk to even control my actions.

It was daring but I wanted to wear it all over me, I wanted to take the responsibility for the actions of my heart because I wanted to make a memory for my every next visit here, in his study.

I wanted to re-live this picture, this heart lurching feeling every moment I was to step inside until I have one even better.

The reel I saw had me off the doorframe, decreasing the distance between me and the man of my dreams. I walked upto him until he sensed my person standing there in front of him with arms crossed in front of my chest.

My mother told me not to read romance novels but I was an addict by then. Like I said the kind of sneak I was.

I narrowed my eyes looking at my husband who noticed me but was still adamant to continue reading, just looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

I plucked the book out of his grip and he opened his mouth to protest when instantly I sat myself sideways on his lap wrapping my arms around his neck, I buried my face in his nape pushing the file to his chest.

I wanted nothing but his arms around me, holding me close because that was the home my parents told me to invest into. I was taught to decorate it with my true smiles.

I gave the file back to him because I didn’t want him to stop working. Avrudh took the documents and moved his arm to keep it on the table with every other thing.

He held his one hand on my shoulder which wasn’t in contact with his belongings and the other after keeping the file on the table made its way on my back.

He kept his hands there for few seconds letting his warmth to transfer into me and then wrapped me tight. With the feel of my chest tightening I sighed.

I literally sighed.

Fuck!

I shouldn’t be being like that.

Fangirling was another topic here I was virtually taking advantage of him.

Well in my head at least I was getting some action. For once.

Avrudh might have heard me there when he looked at me taking his nose out of his crime book. He looked damn tasty in those reading glasses.

I smiled trying to cover my blush and left the crime scene. I dreaded that I got caught red handed.

I was flushed, maybe because of getting caught red handed or maybe because of my supersonic imagination, I wouldn’t know.

A little certain inside the imagination was the reason, major one.

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Hold me, grip me tight and never let loose.
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