His dark eyes were speaking it all. She understood he was angry. But what made her jaw clench instantly, was him feeling insecure again and that even of a nick name. It was utterly childish and stupid of him.

Her heart wanted her to show gratitude to him for the phone call. But this idiotic reaction from him on a nick name, which didn't even felt intimate to Preeta anymore, made her irritated enough to ignore him.

Looking away, she sternly said,"Thanks for the phone call." It made the scenario more awkward.

She felt him becoming more tensed. His anger flew down as she saw his arms getting relaxed but there was still fury on his face. She didn't had the heart to meet his eyes. So she softly made an effort to turn and lay down.

There was a feeling in her heart that either he would stop her from easily laying down or he would make it difficult to accept her gratitude. But he said nothing.

Preeta was actually feeling weird, more like strange. It wasn't in Karan's nature to behave so non-violently. She was expecting him to manhandle her or some lovesick dialogues through gritted teeth. But he was still sitting there quiet beside her. He didn't even nod at her gratitude.

Finally after some seconds of her laying on bed, she heard Karan sighing. She felt the bed dip as he laid behind her. As she was expecting, Karan didn't held her from behind. This was literally killing Preeta.

Now, she felt annoyed.

What just happened? It didn't have to be so serious. The phone call, the nick name, why was he so mad for that. A new feeling erupted in her heart. What if he was hurt? He always call her with love names. He even call her name with so intensity that never fails to make her uncomfortable with such attention. But she never responded. She never appreciated his love, his gestures.

He was actually being good. He made it up for breaking her phone. He let her talk to Arjun. He proved that his feelings were more than just lust. He was infatuated with her at another level. It's been another night after their marriage and he had still not touched her forcefully. This had made her relaxed somehow.

But it didn't mean that he wasn't possessive.

He was actually making her guilty now. Preeta knew he could go all jealous even hearing about Arjun or Prithvi. But getting all upset and angry just because Arjun had a nick name for Preeta, was insane. It made her realise, how obsessed Karan was of her.

It wasn't in her nature to hurt someone. Preeta didn't have the courage to enjoy teasing Karan. She finally thought how sternly she had thanked him. Collecting some courage, she turned and observed that Karan was laying facing the other side. He was completely at a distance from her.

This is really not normal, she thought.

Swallowing her nervousness, she raised herself on her elbow. "Thank you so much, Mr. Luthra. You don't know how much relaxed I am after talking to Arjun. I am glad you understood how much I needed this..."

She stared at his cheeks, finding his lashes so longer that made him seem attractive. Realising that she was actually adoring him, she looked away at the wall in front and continued explaining.

"... about that nick name. It is a waste of time to even think about it. Arjun used to call me that lovingly and it is just a nick name for me that brings smile on my face knowing, we are still such good friends even after being so apart. But keeping everything aside, I hope you will understand that there is nothing intimate or romantic in calling me that by him, it's completely platonic..." She observed him blinking and staring ahead. She knew he was attentively listening to her so she further spoke. "... You are my husband. It is my duty to be loyal with you and I will, always."

Immediately, Karan turned. Both of them were laying on the bed facing each other now. Preeta observed his blank face to know what he was thinking. But suddenly, she saw the corner of his lips twitching upwards into a warm smile.

Her heart fluttered.

"So, you care." He commented. Preeta widen her eyes and shut her lips in surprise. He smiled widely showing her his pearly white teeth.

"You care for me."

Preeta narrowed her eyes. "I explained so much and you just thought about this." Karan grinned making her annoyed.

"You know what, Mr. Luthra. I don't care what you think. I just thought about thanking you..." She continued while turning around annoyingly. "... and you just ... Urrgghhh... Never mind."

Karan chuckled at her reaction. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.

"I know you care for me."

Preeta was about to reply but Karan cut her off,"Otherwise, you wouldn't have explained. Did I asked about explaining?"

Preeta scoffed making him raising his eyebrows.

"Your reaction had said it all."

Karan hummed and kept quiet for a second. While Preeta took the moment to pour her heart out.

"You are so arrogant, Mr. Luthra. I said it so seriously and you just brushed it off."

Karan smirked at her while Preeta looked at him angrily.

"Just forget that I thanked you. You don't actually deserve it."

Those words actually stabbed Karan.

"Ohh great. First you talk to your love buddy, then he calls you nick names and who is the culprit here? Me. Fucking fair, Preeta."

Preeta flinched at his language.

"What do you want, now? I thanked you. You ignored it. Now, I am trying to sleep and you are blaming me." She responded angrily.

Karan observed her cheeks getting red in anger. He gave her a smug look. He liked making her getting involve in conversations and listening her speaking so freely. At these times, she forgets everything and just think about winning the argument. Karan adored her. These moments were more like daily dose to him that Preeta was getting used to living with him.

"What do you want? Huh?"

Karan stared at her pretty face, completely craving for her touch.

"I asked what do you want then?"

"A kiss."

"What?"

Karan raised his eyebrows at her. Preeta's angry face turned blank. Her heart started beating faster hearing that. How the hell scenario turned from being so intense to serious and now, to exciting for him? His mood swings were making a mark in Preeta's brain about this trait of his.

"You heard me."

Preeta blinked at him, trying to recall what he asked for.

"But I thanked you..." She whispered.

Karan shook his head.

"This lawfully wedded husband of yours is asking for a kiss. Just look at how decent I am. Instead of pinning you down, kissing those juicy lips passionately, I am actually asking you."

Preeta didn't understand why she felt being excited instead of getting scared or disgusted. But there was no denying, she was not in the heavens agreeing to this. Getting back to her senses, she flared her nostrils and replied,"No."

Preeta felt satisfied seeing his face fully frustrated. Karan's jaws were clenched as he was glaring at her. The strange thing for her was that she was enjoying him getting angry.

"Preeta, I am not playing. I am serious."

A new feeling crawled inside her as she heard him speaking again.

"Preeta."

Gulping, Preeta realised he was actually serious with the way he was stubbornly looking at her with such intensity. She regretted asking him for what he wanted after all. She should have understood, he would obviously think this as a chance to take advantage of.

"Mr. Luthra..."

"Karan."

Preeta looked at him nervously. Moreover, she curled her toes when she saw him staring at her neck.

"Karan, it's really early..."

She saw him shutting his mouth on anger. He was calm but in his eyes she could see rage.

"I am your husband, Preeta."

"That doesn't mean, you will force me."

"Are you provoking me to 'actually' force you?"

Preeta gulped hearing the warning in his tone. He was now really angry.

"Karan, you..."

She saw him leaning his face in her neck. Her breathe hitched. She actually stopped breathing. All she was feeling, were his lips on her skin.

He kissed her neck lovingly. Beginning from her neck, he hovered more over her properly kissing down. It was strange, new yet soothing for Preeta. Her eyes were wide and lips pursed. She felt him kissing her neck and then cleavage so sensually that made her hands fisted aside clutching bed sheet in them. His soft kisses were making her heart flutter. Butterflies flew in her stomach as she felt his hot breath on her neck. She actually let out a heavy breath making Karan satisfied with his ways.

His lips moved from cleavage to upwards kissing her neck again, then jawline and finally her cheeks. She breathed hard enjoying this sudden intimacy. Her face had turned hot as she felt his lips everywhere. He was making her weak. His actions were so calming, actually pleasuring. There was no denying, this was new for Preeta. But she was in bliss.

Observing her reactions, Karan was glad she didn't objected. She was allowing him. He couldn't feel much happy. She didn't knew how her little submission was making Karan craving for her more. The proof was the bulge in his lower.

Preeta closed her eyes when she felt his hands moving sensually on her waist. He was rubbing her sides softly that was only making her squirm more in the new heavenly feeling.

Karan soon was tempted to kiss those rose petals as he brought his lips suddenly. This actually gave goosebumps to Preeta. She felt his lips moving slowly on her soft ones. He was polite yet his hands' movements on her waists were weakening her legs.

He kissed her with all love, passion that he had kept stored in him from the beginning. He had fantasised infinite times about cherishing her and there was nothing more precious than this moment when he was satisfactorily able to kiss the love of his life, his wife.

Preeta's heartbeats were at higher pace. She felt as if she was in another world with no worries, no tension. This was so soothing, relieving.

Knowing that she was enjoying, Karan tilted his head more, and kissed her with more passion and even bit her lower lip making her moan in delight. He was actually surprised by her sudden approval. But all over, it was heaven for him. His other hand roamed on her thigh, rubbing it seductively that only made her more nervous.

Preeta clutched Karan's shirt in fists when he bit her lip again. She moaned in pleasure as his hands roamed on her stomach seductively.

"Karan..." She breathed out when Karan moved to attack her neck with soft kisses. Soon, he sucked on her neck so roughly that pleasured Preeta to the core. She actually felt warmness between her legs. Her hands fisted Karan's tee, making his heart swoon. The feeling of her getting intimate with him was giving him hope that one day she would fall for him and accept him not just as a husband but her love, her life partner.

She curled her toes when Karan caught her lips with his again. This time, he was rough. The hotness was overwhelming for Preeta as she moaned in ecstasy. He pinched Preeta's waist, teasing her that Preeta moaned loudly. This tempted Karan to touch her more intensely. He wanted to move ahead in this intimacy. But it was really early. She may get scared. She was innocent and wasn't actually ready to accept him. Karan didn't want to climb ahead the unwanted step. So, drifted in his own thoughts, he caressed her waists more gently.

Finally, after the long passionate kiss, Karan pulled out breathing roughly. He stared at her closed eyes, pink cheeks and red swollen lips. She was looking so inviting that Karan was tempted to take her then and there.

He observed how their chests touched as she too was panting hard. Soon, Preeta opened her chocolaty eyes and stared in his dark one.

"That was your first kiss."

He exclaimed proudly between the breaths. Preeta didn't know how to react. She was utterly shocked by her own actions. Her face was already red and she felt more heated after his question and especially the way he was staring at her with those lustful eyes.

"No."

As if someone just poured a bucket of cold water on both of them. The hot environment turned cold as they both stared at each other in shock. He was shocked at what she said and why she said that.

All the bliss, she was feeling had shattered as soon as those years, those days, every single moment came back to her mind. She was snatched back to reality. While Karan stared at her in the big dilemma. He knew from the beginning that Preeta was pure, innocent. She was shy, introvert. How the hell she, in this world could have her first kiss with someone else other than him?

He thought about her life, the people in it. A dangerous feeling crawled up his heart as he thought of Arjun. The sudden image flashed in his mind picturing him and Preeta kissing. He cringed at the thought.

Coming back to senses, he glared at her.

"How dare you?"

Preeta felt a tear sliding down from her eye to her ear.

"Who? Who was your first kiss, Preeta? I swear, I will not leave him alive..."

Preeta immediately cut him off by saying. "You." As if all the air was sucked out of him, he listened to her.

"You stole my first kiss. How could you forget, Karan? The kiss for which you blackmailed me. The one that made me felt humiliated for days. You ashamed me, mercilessly."

Karan was stunned as he saw her eyes getting all watery. One by one every tear slid down as she breathed hard. Before Karan could speak more, she pushed him away so she could turn away from him.

Being shocked, Karan was unable to react. Gently laying down, both of them calmed themselves individually by staring ahead in blankness.

Both were aroused because of the sudden heated moment. But Preeta had gave Karan a reason to realise, that this wasn't so easy at all.

By how many efforts, he may get close to her heart but there will always be some bad memories of his past actions. From getting close to step ahead, they were again back to square one. This was so terrifying. He could see the disappointment for herself in those chocolaty brown eyes. He laid silently cursing himself knowing, she would hate him again and again until she forget his mistakes. He could hear her sniffing silently in grief.

On the other hand, Preeta couldn't stop feeling ashamed. She had never imagined to get intimate with Karan. She should have stopped him. It was her approval that never made him stop and instead made him more satisfied that she submitted. She felt embarrassed. The guilt had weakened her self esteem.

That was one part of heart. But the other part was confirming her again and again. That she was attracted to her husband. She enjoyed his touch. Moreover, she responded. He was polite because it wasn't forced. She couldn't blame him this time. She was her own traitor. She actually put this blame on her body as soon as she realised the wetness between her legs.

The night couldn't have become more awkward now as they both fell in their own world ignoring their hearts which were begging them to turn and hold each other.

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