While signing the papers, Karan's mind wandered off to the morning scenario. His beautiful wife was not just looking sad while serving the breakfast but she had this anxiousness pasted on her face. She had been too worried about what happened yesterday.

He had quietly tip-toed into their bedroom at five in the morning to do his morning routine. But he couldn't just ignore his wife who was sleeping on the bed while hugging a pillow tight to her. His heart melted instantly as he saw her tear-stained cheeks and swollen eye-lids.

Even now, he couldn't stop thinking about how he had shouted at her last night. She hadn't even done dinner while he had already done with his clients. Moreover, Kabir came minutes ago to give him a peace of mind about how he left his wife alone in the parking just because he was angry as hell.

Karan sighed and rubbed his forehead while leaning back on his chair. He didn't understand why Preeta let irresponsible things happen. She could have just called him that she would be late. She could have kept him updated and he wouldn't have feel restless. He was just not angry that she embarrassed him but also that because of her lack of communication, he was hell worried for her whereabouts. Today, he even noticed the wound on Mohan's forehead. His driver had hesitated while telling the truth that he wasn't feeling well. He felt guilt for shouting at her. She did send him because of her naivety.

The girl couldn't see anyone in pain.

Karan left the pen and wiped his face with his hands. Why the hell she couldn't see his pain? More than two months of their marriage had passed, and now he was getting crazier for this girl. She had been taking care of everything, his home, the people, all the other things. He was not just irritated by her lack of attention but also that he had waited too much for her to accept him.

She hadn't even called him today just like she did daily. He felt restless. For once, if she'll just approach him again, he knew that he would just lose his mind. He would hold her tight and won't leave her unless he'd have a whole make out session with her and of course, then he would crave more of her.

He closed his eyes and couldn't help but murmur,"What have you done to me, Preeta?"

Suddenly, his office door opened and came inside, his smirking best friend with a paper roll in his hand. Hitting it on his best friend's head, Kabir leaned while taking the support of the table.

"I think, I should get married soon." Karan rolled his eyes and ran fingers through his well-combed hair.

"So, you too can sit like me here, thinking about how to woo your wife or feel shit if you'd burst out on her in anger," he muttered while closing his eyes again. Kabir only grinned at him.

"Well, I wouldn't​ have sit here like nun and feel shit about it. Because I wouldn't even have left her alone in that parking in the first place..." He was about to speak more when Karan tiredly interrupted,"So, now you are going to taunt me for that all the time."

Kabir nodded while grinning and hit the paper again on his head while Karan only sighed in restlessness. "If I would have been married, I would focused on how my wife had been taking care of everything..." He continued while looking at his watch playfully and other ways but not at Karan. "... Like how she calls my secretary if I had done the lunch or not, how she would do a video call to the clients to apologise for her absence at the last meeting, how she plans on making my favourite dishes to convince me to forgive her..."

Karan eyes narrowed at Kabir and he immediately spoke,"What did you say?"

His best friend only shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms with a cheeky smile on his face. "That you just heard. She did the video calling, she apologised to Johnson's wife and talked to her for like more than twenty minutes. She just called me and asked me if you had done the lunch or not and now, she is planning on ways to melt you."

Karan's eyebrows raised and his stomach churned at his best friend's words. Kabir smirked at his blank face. "Lord, if I have a wife like that, I would have showed her heaven. Fuck you, Karan. You make her cry all the time. She is damn sweet. Even asked me if my Pooja is doing good. Such a family person, she is. You know what, Mrs. Johnson would be delighted and I bet, her red-haired husband is going to finalise the deal. The work is going to be on track. Because your lady luck made it up for you." He finished while Karan exhaled in deep thought.

He liked the sound of finalising of the deal that he had been working on for so long. But even if he keeps this deal away, he was too much happy on Preeta's efforts. She actually tried to make things right and it meant a lot for Karan.

Kabir smirked satisfyingly while staring at Karan who looked blank in amazement. He knew, his best friend would just be having butterflies flying in his stomach at how Preeta tried to apologise to him. Unfolding his arms, he finally leant off the table and hit the paper roll again on Karan's head who this time, closed his eyes in frustration.

Karan looked at him tiredly.
"What?"

Kabir bit his inner cheek. "Take this roll and stick it up your dumbass, you idiot." Karan sighed while still feeling good about Preeta.

His best friend leant off the table. "I think you both need time together. Go home early..."

"You know, I can't. There's work..."

"Work will be managed but this sexual tension won't if you don't reach her..." Karan shook his head.

"It's already six, one hour more and I'll leave." Kabir exhaled while giving him a stern look.

"Fine. Your wife, not mine. Your ways, your time. I wouldn't even have sat a minute if I had wife being all sad for me behind my back." He said while walking towards the door and casually leaving his office.

Guilt etched all over Karan's face. He knew that Kabir was right. But what if she needed space? He scratched his eyebrow and thought deeply. Last night had been terrible. He couldn't sleep without her and now, he was actually feeling sexually frustrated. Not wasting anymore time, he got up from the chair. He chuckled remembering Kabir's words. He was right actually.

'Work will be managed, but not the sexual tension..."

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'One move to convince her or your husband, I will post them on social websites and also send personally to your husband.'

Preeta gulped while fidgeting her fingers and walking left to right in her room. Pawan was looking hell serious while threatening her. She was trapped. She could neither tell Karan about this nor sit quietly while watching Kritika suffering.

She needed to do something before worse happens. Her heart was drowning in anxiety and all she could do was crackle her fingers in deep thoughts. But suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached her ears and she turned around. Her heart thumped loudly when her eyes fell on her husband standing at the door.

She swallowed and saw him not even glancing at her and quietly walking inside. Her heart dropped and it ached so much that she wanted to cry. But controlling her emotions, she silently closed the door and noticed the time on her phone.

He had come early and it wasn't common. Immediately, worry etched on her face as she thought if everything was alright. He usually comes home after seven or later but never early than that.

Being desperate to ask, she pushed the loose strand behind her ear. She nervously looked at him and her breath hitched when she caught him already staring at her. His eyes were stern and face all blank. She thought about apologising to him again but the look on his face wasn't encouraging her. Dropping the idea, she decided to just leave him on his own and go to her mother-in-law to spend time. But just as she turned and took a step, the cold voice came.

"Preeta."

She gulped and slowly turned around. Her still-so-angry husband was standing in front of the dresser.

"Come here."

She bit her lip and noticed that he was standing stiff proudly while waiting for her. She didn't like when he dominated her with his cold, possessive tone. She gets scared and unwantedly she had to follow what he wanted her to do. She couldn't come up to argue with him and had always ended up following his wishes. Even now, she had a feeling that he had made up his mind to play with her by looking so intimidating and building the terror in her heart.

"Do I need to repeat?"

She gasped at his sudden raising of tone and slowly started walking towards him. While her heart beats were pacing rapidly, she stood beside while facing him.

"Remove me shirt."

Her eyes lowered at the cold tone he was using but they widened immediately when she realised what he had ordered her to do. She stared up at him in shock.

"What?" Karan blinked calmly but his jaws clenched immediately and it scared Preeta to the core. She flinched and immediately stood in front of him. She couldn't even breathe while being so close to an angry Karan. She could feel his heated gaze on her. Lump formed in her throat and she somehow collected courage to reach for the collar. With trembling hands, she opened the buttons one by one and felt her heart fluttering when her eyes fell on his perfect abs.

Her eyes accidentally met his and her toes curled at the intensity of them. She swallowed the lump and slowly removed the shirt off his shoulder. She quietly stepped back when he again ordered,"Remove my pant." Preeta's eyes widened and she looked at him being totally baffled.

"I... I can't..."

Karan's jaws clenched and Preeta gulped. She felt her eyes getting teary while watching coldness in his eyes.

"I told you, I didn't mean to do it. Please don't treat me like this, Karan." She begged softly while looking at him in hope. But he only exhaled in anger. Getting no reply, she looked at the floor in sadness. His anger was seriously something that she could never handle. He would do weird things and would manipulate her by his angry tone. She felt like he bullied her.

"Go."

Preeta looked up at him in surprise. He wasn't looking at her but in the mirror. She stared at him for long but when he didn't react, her heart actually drowned. Tears filled her eyes and she sighed in defeat. She had really made him so upset, yesterday and now, she couldn't do anything about it even when she had talked to that woman, even when she tried to make it up for him. Did he even know that she had video called his client? Pressing her lips tiredly, she walked away from him but from the corner of her eyes, she saw his face in the mirror.

Her husband looked sad. Preeta's eyes noticed the hurtful look on his face as he looked sideways on the bed to avoid her. He was exhaling in deep thought with a frustrated look on his face.

'No matter how much care and love I give you, I won't get any in return.'

He had mentioned his true feelings last night. He wasn't happy with her lack of seriousness towards him. She took a long breathe while wiping her eyes.

'I too expected some happiness from you.'

She slowly stepped ahead and gulped. She turned her head and saw him removing his shoes and socks while sitting on the bed. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest.

'Of all people, you don't have time for your own husband.'

Karan too was deep in thought. She could see his eyebrows narrowed and face clearly showing the frustration behind her rejection.

'The thing is, you never care.'

She sniffled while finally realising that she won't make this more complicated. Slowly walking towards the bed, she stood in front of him. Karan was still deep in thought but he did look up at her. They kept on staring until he himself sighed and got up from the bed, making Preeta step back.

Karan ignored her and was about to walk towards the cupboard when Preeta placed her palms on his chest. He stopped and looked at her in irritation. She blinked nervously but lowered her eyes and moved her hands down on his bare skin.

She felt him getting stiff under her touch and exhaling slowly. Her hands moved down on his packs and lower. Her gaze moved to him nervously and noticed he was looking at her blankly with his lips parted. She gulped and touched his belt, feeling the confidence building inside her.

"I didn't call you because my phone was on silent. In rush, I didn't even check it and focused on the way to your office when Arjun was driving..." Her hands opened the buttons and she closed her eyes feeling embarrassed. Still being reluctant, she somehow opened her glossy eyes and pulled down the zipper making his hands fisted aside which didn't go unnoticed​ by her.

She didn't know what he was thinking and decided to explain,"... I know, I really embarrassed you." Now, you are making me feel it too, she wanted to say but didn't. Her hands clutched the belt and she slowly pulled down the trouser below his butts, while feeling her face totally warm.

Never ever, she had thought that she would have to do this someday. But now, anything could happen when someone like Karan was your husband. She could feel her mind getting conflicted. On one hand, she felt humiliated, embarrassed while the other part of her heart couldn't deny the attraction she was feeling towards his manly body.

But here emotions mattered more than hormones this time. So, she tried again by saying,"I won't repeat that. I won't give you any further chances to complain. I apologise, heartily." She swallowed when Karan stepped barefoot out of the trouser that had pooled near his feet. Her eyes couldn't fell on him now when he was just in his black boxers.

Blinking rapidly, she picked his trouser and put it on the nearest chair. She would give it for the laundry at the right time but now, she needed to leave this room. Her face was already red from so many emotions.

But suddenly, a hand grabbed her wrist and she was pulled into Karan in a jerk. A gasp escaped her mouth while her eyes fell on his bare chest. He had pulled her totally into him and her stomach was taking flips. She closed her eyes tried to wriggle but Karan placed his another arm on her bare back making her totally flushed into him.

She opened her eyes helplessly and saw Karan staring at her with seriousness. She swallowed while feeling his lower part touching her stomach. She shuddered at the realisation. This could go extreme. She twisted her wrists but Karan controlled her.

His hands removed her hair softly off her face while Preeta stopped moving and stared at him blankly. He stared in her eyes. "It won't repeat because from next time, to any party, any meeting, anywhere..." Preeta had stopped breathing and was observing his expressions. "... we will go together," he whispered while staring at her.

They blinked together and suddenly, both of them burst out laughing. Finally calming down, Karan rested his forehead against hers. But Preeta's hands pushed on his chest in a moment and she gave him a shy look.

"Why are you home early?"

Karan's right eyebrow raised as he leaned closer to her. "I wanted to see you." Preeta bit her inner cheek and looked at his bare chest.

"You wanted to humiliate me, avenge your insult." She spat while feeling being used all of a sudden. But Karan squeezed her waist and exhaled.

"I wanted to end this. I didn't want to pretend anymore that I can sleep even an hour without you." He murmured while staring at her. Blush crept her cheeks as she lowered her eyes while controlling her shy smile. She wanted to say that she too couldn't sleep without him but it would make him tease her.

As if Karan had read her mind, he suddenly narrowed his eyes at her playfully. "Also, I knew you too couldn't sleep without me."

Her mouth opened to speak but he further teased,"Then, why would you make efforts. You video called that annoying woman for half an hour. I knew you were missing me."

Her whole persona changed and she pushed on his chest in shyness. "I didn't miss you. I was just feeling bad because it was my mistake." She murmured while still feeling shy because of him being shirtless.

"Oh c'mon, don't lie. I know you missed my arms, Preeta. Confessing it won't do any harm." He said while smirking at her. She flushed but again pushed on him and this time, she had actually gotten herself free. But Karan again held her wrist. She turned her head and saw him staring at her sincerely.

"Let's never fight again and..."

Her eyebrows raised at his words and she immediately turned fully in humour while waiting for him to speak. "... and..."

"... and just kiss endlessly."

A sweet laughter escaped her mouth and she immediately shook her head while running away from him. He smirked while making a move to run after her.

"I love the chase, baby."

Preeta threw a cushion at him and jogged behind the couch while giggling.

"Not naked, please."

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