It had been four days since they had gotten intimate. Karan was utterly frustrated, sexually. He had been trying his best to keep his hands to himself. But one glimpse of Preeta, he felt like losing his mind.

He had been coming home late, not talking to Preeta much because he knew he would lost it the moment his eyes would fall on her beautiful, innocent face and those perfect curves. She had always looked simple yet pretty before the marriage. But now, her new identity as his wife had lit up the fire in his heart.

She had started looking attractive to him all of a sudden. Her chocolaty brown eyes, heart shaped lips have always been successful in making him losing his mind.

But he knew one mistake and the things could get spoiled. He didn't want to scare her anymore. He would not reach that level of intimacy without her will. Drowning himself in work, he felt like controlling his inner beast.

"Karan. Man, this is getting serious. The foreign traders uncle was talking about will be coming to India."

Rubbing his forehead, Karan looked up from his laptop to Kabir who was looking at him concerned.

"When?"

Kabir rolled his eyes and sat on the couch in Karan's office.

"Anytime soon."

Karan shook his head shut his laptop. Leaned back on his chair, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Kabir was observing this and consequently, asked Karan.

"Bro, you okay?"

Karan smirked and shook his head. Opening his eyes, he looked at his best friend with a bored look.

"No. I am dying."

Kabir raised his eyebrows at the words. Picking a magazine from the table, he leaned back on the couch and started going through the pages.

"Really? How so?"

Karan loosened his tie and stared far at the ceiling to drown in his thoughts.

"I am dying to touch her."

Kabir who was busy in reading an article looked up from the magazine and stared at his friend.

"You mean, to fuck her?"

Earning a glare, Kabir gave a subtle laugh and shook his head.

"You are dead, Karan."

Ignoring the urge to punch his best friend, Karan checked the time on his wrist watch. It was still two in the noon. He had started leaving for home at late night, so he could ignore Preeta. She already hated him for being so stubborn. He didn't want to create those moments again. Reaching home by the time when she was already asleep, was easy. He could easily get into the covers and sleep without disturbing her but not before noticing the hickey that he had given her that night. He had felt like kissing that spot again. But doing that while she was asleep didn't feel morally right to him.

He knew Preeta was noticing his ways but she didn't know what was she doing to him. Not even a week had passed and he wanted to make her his by all means. But he was too understanding that he didn't deserve it yet. He needed to earn her trust, respect before earning the permission to touch her.

That night had made things more awkward. Preeta had ignored him next morning till the night. He had observed how she was ashamed of her own actions that she couldn't meet his eyes. So it was best if he himself avoid her to keep him okay from getting wild.

"I don't want to be that involved but I can suggest you to prevent troubles this time."

Karan gave Kabir a bored look.

"I know but this is hell difficult. She doesn't even know what she does to me. This is so unfair. I mean she is such a doll..."

He glared at Kabir when he heard snickering. The snicker turned into a cough and feelings continued.

"... such a doll that she does all the work at home, taking care of things and still looking damn pretty. She is mixing up with everyone but me. No way. She just despises me so much that she feels disgusted whenever we have gotten cosy."

Kabir stared at him in disbelief. Not even in high school time, he had been that irritated. Girls used to throw themselves at him and now, karma was really being a bitch. The one his friend had eyes for, was so unaware of his true condition.

"I just don't know. I thought she would give me a chance. It's just worse. We may fight, we may talk looking in each other's eyes. But this subject of intimacy is creating havoc in my mind. She is just so damn negative about this."

Raising his eyebrows in disbelief, Kabir stood up from the couch and walked towards his friend. Taking support of the table, he stared at him.

"Karan, she is not going anywhere. She will fall for you sooner or later. Just give her time."

Suddenly, a loud laughter echoed in the office as Karan  punched Kabir's shoulder. "Sorry-but..." Shaking his head, Karan ignored the irritating cackle. "Mind shutting it." Wiping his red face, Kabir shook his head.

"Well, I can't help it. You seem so desperate and funny."

Karan was now bored with his own thoughts. He thought about doing something. If there's no way to stop his inner self from craving her touch, then avoiding her would be the only way. But staying away from her was one hell of a decision. If he was any cruel husband, he would have preferred pinning her on a wall, rubbing himself on her rather than waiting for the stupid permission. But he was not any sick man. He was in love with her, not just her curves. If waiting was the last option, then he would actually wait.

"No. Waiting is not the last option yet."

Karan's attention turned back to his best friend who was giving him a wicked smile.

"Stop smiling like idiots."

"Well, I guess the one who is murmuring without even knowing that he is murmuring, is the idiot."

Rolling his eyes, Karan straightened himself on the chair and looked for the distraction. He needed to start working rather than thinking more about her.

"Stop sitting like a loser."

Ignoring his best friend, he pulled out the files and started signing the documents that he had to, while Kabir continued.

"You have more options still yet, you know." He stopped writing and looked at him. "Like?" Kabir smirked and leaned closer to him. "Instead of hiding like a nun, face her." Karan gave him a bored look.

He sighed irritatedly when Kabir closed the file he was reading. "What I meant to say is you need to show up. Face her, impress her, seduce her, make her feel the same love for you." But this wasn't sounding so dreamy to Karan. He shook his head. "It's not about that. She enjoyed you know. The last time..."

"... It's like she's fighting herself. She allowed me. She had often showed that this marriage, the promises are meaningful for her. But those bitter memories just changes her mind before I could pull her more towards me."

He observed Kabir staring at the floor in a deep thought. "Preeta is slightly accepting this marriage. But not me. She has started bonding with mom, Kritika. Moreover, she has become dad's favorite. But I am nowhere in the picture." Kabir snickered looking at the frustrated best friend.

"Boy, mind my words. She is one playing tricks with you while not even knowing and that's makes her seem too innocent for you."

Karan couldn't help but smile at the words. "Maybe that's what attracts me more. She means everything to me and she doesn't even realise that." As if something triggered in Kabir's mind that he suddenly snapped his fingers in enthusiasm.

"Then, that's our way."

His smile vanished as he rolled his eyes at Karan. "Well, of course. Your way, I am talking about." Smiling sheepishly at him, he animatedly moved his fingers in circles like doing a magic trick.

"Yes, that what you need to do. Make her feel like the queen. You have just forced her everytime like a prisoner. If she's your bride, the queen of your dreams. Make her feel that."

Karan stood up and started walking towards the glass window. Putting his hands on his waist, he stared blankly outside. He heard Kabir straightening up.

"I have tried before. But she just behaves like a stone. She surely feels my concerns, my love. But I never get those back. That's what she do."

Kabir chuckled at his best friends' complaints. "Damn, I am so going to tell her about this session in future." Karan smiled carelessly and turned back when he heard his secretary's voice in the intercom.

"Sir, Mrs. Luthra is here to see you."

Karan's eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"Send her in."

Kabir looked at Kabir with an understanding look.

"Okay sir."

Karan rubbed the back of his neck while thinking of his mom. She had always visited him often whenever she goes shopping and pass by the building. He guessed if she was here to scold him for ignoring Preeta. She had scolded him for coming late at home and disappointing his wife last night. But only he knew if she was disappointed or not.

"I guess mom's here to give me the lecture on 'an ideal husband' again."

She had noticed how Karan and Preeta were ignoring each other but he hadn't expected her to reach office and lecture him. Maybe she had planned to take him to home by himself today.

"Great, mom."

Murmuring to himself, Karan walked slowly in a deep thought about the new deal that they had to get signed while Kabir sat again on the couch to check the article again.

Foreign traders would be coming anytime this month. Karan was worried if they would be able to impress them with the deal or not. He was thinking of further ways to encourage the deal with traders when a knock interrupted his thoughts.

Scrolling down the information about the deal on his phone, Karan invited his mom.

"Come in."

"I brought lunch for you."

Karan sighed carelessly as he said without thinking. "Mom, you don't have to..." He stopped talking while his heart started beating faster at the sudden realisation.

Did I just heard her voice?

Turning around slowly, he stared at his gorgeous wife in disbelief. She was standing there in lemon yellow saree that was totally suiting her fair complexion. She was looking nervous which made his heart flutter. She didn't even know how beautiful she was looking in the married woman's attire and was instead feeling conscious.

He saw nervousness in her eyes. But surprise too. She had seen his office for the first time. His face turned concerned. Did she came with driver? Was there any emergency? What was she doing here?

"Look, bhabhi brought lunch for us."

Karan's eyes fell on the lunch box in her hand. He noticed her giving a warm smile to Kabir. Calming his nerves, he fake glared at him.

"She brought it for me."

His husky voice made Preeta smiling in nervousness while Kabir couldn't stop but smile naughtily.

"It's alright. You may join, Kabir. I brought extra food."

Kabir laughed at Preeta's words. He stood up and walked towards the table where the couple was standing.

"That's sweet of you, Preeta bhabhi. But your husband is so mean. I am positive he's going to make me vomit all the food afterwards. He doesn't share his things."

Karan smirked at the words and noticed her cheeks getting red.

He saw Kabir shrugging while saying,"So, I guess I should leave the love birds alone." He chuckled when he further gave him a smug look before leaving. They were finally alone.

Walking closer to Preeta, he observed her eyes. She was looking everywhere but not him.

"Thanks."

He saw her nodding. Taking the lunch from her hands he walked towards the couch at the corner of his cabin.

"You may sit here."

"I should leave."

Karan raised his eyebrows in the sudden anger that was erupting inside.

"Really?"

Preeta gulped and stared at the floor in nervousness. Ignoring her words, he waved his hand.

"Preeta, stay for sometime."

Sensing his anger, Preeta finally decided to sit with him on the couch. She opened the lunch box and placed the bowls in front of him. Karan felt getting angry on himself.

"I was actually not hungry but since, mom has made it and sent you here..." Karan saw her lips pursed at his words.

"You may join me actually."

"Its alright. Thank you."

His eyes moved from her face to her neck. His chest swelled in happiness noticing the mangalsutra in her neck.

Taking the morsel in his mouth, he noticed the yellow saree was transparent. He was able to see her skin more than he should. It was making him losing his mind. Suddenly, he noticed her clearing her throat as she was sitting there awkwardly reading a magazine but could sense his heated gaze at her. Drinking the cold water, he looked away in frustration thinking tiredly.

"Great, mom. Just great."