Preeta put the newly washed clothes on hangers and finally nodded at the neatly maintained cupboard. The last night's conversation between her and Karan was still revolving around her mind. She was confused with Karan's thoughts.

She wanted to know what had been going on in his mind. Why did he back away when he was the one who started? The main thing was that Preeta herself showed him that she didn't mind. Then, why Karan had been behaving like an innocent man now. Preeta scoffed mentally.

Earlier, he used to clinge to her for her love and now, when she had been the one to accept his approaches and encourage him, he had been playing the innocent one.

Such a bipolar.

Shaking her head slightly, Preeta turned around from the cupboard only to gasp in shock. Her jaw dropped watching her husband who was standing there in nothing but a towel. She noticed how the water drops were sliding down his chest, his lashes, his whole body and the sinful towel was loosely hanging on his hips. Her reverie broke down when she saw his hand reaching the loose knot of the towel. She immediately turned and widened her eyes.

She fisted her hands when his loud chuckle echoed in the room. "Oh, come on. This is not the first time you have seen me in towel, Preeta. I know you like it," said Karan while running fingers through his wet hair.

She clenched her jaws thinking what happened to the Karan who had denied her last night. Was he playing her by seducing her and then rejecting? She crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Like it, my foot. You just need my attention all the time, Karan. When I by chance give it you, you prove that how of a sick player you are. No one wants to see you naked." Preeta said through gritted teeth and huffed angrily. Karan raised his eyebrows and blinked thoughtfully at her words. He noticed her anger about last night's conversation.

"A sick player? When I kissed you last night, you said what. You didn't mind. Tell me, Preeta. Are you doing a favour on me by allowing me to kiss you because I have paid for your father? Does it make your heart light that you are paying me slowly by giving me permissions?" Preeta stiffened and lowered her eyes while processing his words.

In a moment, she was turned around by a furious Karan. She noticed his jaws clenched and eyes digging glares on her face. Her face burned in embarrassment as she tried to back away from him. But Karan trapped her by forcing his body on her. He pushed her that Preeta had no other way than getting pasted to the only cupboard she had worked on.

"Karan..." She stuttered while staring at his bare chest. Karan put his one hand beside her head while other using to pull her close by tugging on her nuptial necklace. Preeta felt herself being speechless because of the close proximity.

"Tell me, Preeta. Isn't it true that you pity me for not getting return on my investment? Isn't it unfair that I haven't got you even after showing so much kindness? That is what making you not minding over my affections. True. Isn't it?" Karan said while smiling creepily at her. Preeta gulped and slowly looked in his eyes.

Her heart clenched at the sarcastic smile he was giving her. She felt disappointed for being misunderstood by him. She shook her head and tried to reason but Karan again spoke up,"Do you know why I feel like ending before I lose myself? Because your affection seems forceful to me. You do nothing but satisfy yourself that you have been slowly playing the good wife with me. Who is the sick player, Preeta?" Preeta bit her lip and pleadingly looked in his eyes.

"I won't stop when you'll kiss me with your heart, Preeta. It's not just compatibility. It's more than that. I won't stop if I know that my wife too wants me and there's nothing she wants except for kissing me as madly as I want to kiss her..."

"I am trying, Karan."

"Try as long as you want, Preeta. But don't accuse me of being a sick player." Preeta felt a tear sliding down her cheek as she closed her eyes in shame. She didn't like how Karan had turned the playful mood into seriousness. Her heart broke at the tone Karan was speaking to her. She hated him for misunderstanding her. Last night, he did that and even now. Karan's heart dropped seeing the tear but still kept his guard guessing what she was thinking.

Preeta cleared her throat and lowered her eyes. "Of course, I am a sick player for ever trying to make you happy. Guess what, all I do is never satisfactory for you. Pushing you makes me feel wrong, accepting you makes you feel fake of me. I don't know how to play a wife with you anymore..." She shut her lips tight to control a sob that was erupting from her chest. Karan's lips parted at her words.

Realisation hit him hard and he cursed loudly. Wrapping his arm immediately around her waist, he hugged her tightly. "God, Preeta. I am so sorry. I am a fucking idiot. I didn't realise what I said..." The overwhelming feeling made Preeta finally weeping her heart out. Karan held the back of her head and kissed her forehead.

"I am an idiot..." Preeta sniffled and removed her face from his bare chest. She looked at him with teary eyes. "You are an idiot. It's me who is five years younger than you. But you are the immature one here." She complained while wiping her cheeks by the back of her hand. Karan chuckled and pulled her close again.

"I know, I know. I just felt that you play with me," said Karan. Preeta punched his chest.

"You have been playing with me, Karan. I don't know how to make you realise that I have been genuine. I never felt like this before. I can't help this confusion in me. I don't know how to behave that would not seem sick to you..." She sobbed and Karan's throat tightened for making her cry by his stupid words.

He swallowed and held her face. Leaning closer, he stared in her light brown eyes. "You are so precious to me. It's unable to believe that you are being genuinely good to me. It's my own fault." Preeta broke the eye contact and lowered her eyes. Karan knew that he had spoiled her morning and he didn't want to leave for office like this. He breathed and leaned closer making Preeta's breath hitched. He rubbed his nose on hers and Preeta felt his lips rubbing over her upper one.

"I had forgotten that my Preeta can never play with someone's feeling. Your affection makes me crazy and I just couldn't digest this happiness," muttered Karan on her mouth. Before Preeta could breath, he had caught her lips with his.

Preeta swooned at his touch and closed her eyes in pleasure. She gladly moved her lips against his making him notice how she had been getting better by everytime. Her arms reached his neck by their own while Karan held her gently. He pushed himself on her slowly which didn't get unnoticed by her.

At these moments, Preeta would have forgotten everything and her mind would just dissolve in thoughts of pleasure of being with her husband.

She moaned between the kiss feeling something down there. But suddenly, she realised something. Something different, something really hard.

Her lips stopped moving and she opened her eyes in disbelief. Karan noticed her stiffness and finally broke the kiss to look at her in confusion. He saw her wide eyes and observed her breathing hard.

"What happened?" Preeta gulped and blinked before speaking.

"Your towel has fallen."

Karan's lips turned into a thin line and he stared at her blankly. Preeta breathed slowly when suddenly he started laughing like a maniac. He clutched her shoulders and bit his knuckle to control the laughter. Preeta nervously moved her eyes at his face and felt her cheeks getting reddened. Her eyes slowly roamed on his well-built chest and those delicious looking abs. She observe the trail of hair going down from his belly button towards the V of his abdomen. She squeezed her eyes shut and squeaked before she could see his manhood. Her action made Karan roaring in another laughter while he finally bent down to pick his towel.

He shook his head while taking huge breaths. "God, Preeta. You are such a girl. You can't be embarrassed of seeing me naked. We are married..."

"Married doesn't means that you have to show your..." Karan cackled while finally adjusting his towel.

"My..."

"Your..." Preeta groaned and fisted her hands.

"You are disgusting."

He walked towards his cupboard where Preeta was standing. "You are going to see my buddy, soon. So there's no need to react so much." She opened her eyes when she heard him putting his pant and sighed in relief noticing he was finally dressed.

"I hate you." She stomped her foot feeling totally shy at his words while walking towards the door. She suddenly thought of preparing the breakfast noticing that Karan was about to get ready.

"But you are going to love him."

She gasped and shut the door behind her. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest while she shook her head at still hearing laughter behind the door.

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Everyone was engaged in eating the breakfast while Preeta was still in a haze due to the morning incident. She couldn't believe that she was about to see her devilishly handsome husband, totally naked. She closed her eyes and sighed. She didn't know why thoughts of seeing him naked again were coming in her mind. She gulped and looked around to distract herself. Karan had been so naughty. Didn't he know how she was still not able to come out of that moment with him. She loved being in his arms, his bare arms. She bit her lip thinking how he had kissed her to remove all the dilemma that was revolving around them. She blushed feeling idiot to think about him again and again.

Her eyes caught her husband eating the food fastly. She saw him getting up from the table and announcing,"I am done. Dad's already reached the office and I am going to be late." He picked his file from the other chair and walked while ruffling Kritika's hair who whined immediately.

Preeta saw him walking out and felt a bit lack of greeting. She didn't know how these days, she just wanted to spend time with him. She had started feeling awkward whenever he went for the office. Her mother-in-law and Kritika were still eating. Sighing, she started picking his plates from the dining table.

But suddenly, she heard his footsteps getting louder again. She turned and saw him walking towards her. Karan smirked and picked his car keys from the table while leaning closer to Preeta. She gasped when he kissed her cheek. Kritika hooted while Karan started walking outside with a mischievous smile on his face. Preeta shut her opened mouth when her mother-in-law cleared her throat. She flushed under their gaze and picked the plates. If this wasn't enough to surprise his ladies, Karan announced before going out.

"Be ready for the party, Preeta."

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