After an unexpected tragedy, unexpected death threats, unexpected injuries, a week passed slowly at Luthra's residence. Karan had always tried his best to keep everything alright, in place.

He still couldn't digest the fact that so much could have and already had happened to his wife and sister. Kritika's wound on shoulder had been recovering. The pain had vanished but the marks and weak sensations were still there whenever she moved it. She was getting better physically but mentally, she was still in trauma.

Karan totally understood her fear, her terror that she felt at that time. But he was also guessing that she had also been thinking about Pawan's presence at that place.

Preeta, his sweet and innocent wife, who had cried for Kritika, had gotten worried for the Malhotra boys didn't even tell him about her heels that had swollen because of excess running in medium-length heels that day.

When Karan had forcefully brought them home after Kritika's treatment that night, he had finally noticed her foot and forcefully applied medicinal paste on it as she was waving it off by calling it nothing. He was angry at her for being so careless.

He had felt as if his mind would burst. He wanted to blame the whole situation but couldn't. No one was at fault. Neither Preeta, nor the Malhotra brothers. He could recall that Kritika should have been careful but he couldn't be just angry on her when she was herself in trauma.

Slowly, a day passed and he had visited Pawan who was still in the hospital. The boy was tall and muscular but anyone could get shut if get kicked mercilessly on crotch repeatedly. The next day, the doctors had thankfully revealed that he was alright. His male organ of the body was fine and he would get full active with the passing days.

While on one side Pawan had thanked Karan, Prithvi was still grumpy for not seeing Preeta anywhere close. Karan's plan worked as he knew both the boys would try to take advantage of the situation by receiving words of gratitude from his girls.

He was there to be thankful, he was there to be grateful to them. But he could see, Prithvi wasn't​ able to digest the disappointment.

He had taunted him for saving his sister yet not even rewarded a word of goodness from his wife and sister. Karan had felt angry but he only ignored him.

Finally, after the proper treatment Malhotra's were discharged from the hospital the same day. But he remembered how Prithvi was still looking around and asking Kabir if Preeta had come to see them.

But hearing the truth, his face had fallen. Karan frankly didn't enjoy but he didn't even felt bad for him. It was just fine for what they had done to his sister before.

But the problem didn't end there. If he was saved from Prithvi, then he had his wife at home.

From last five days, Preeta had been nagging him about letting her talk to Prithvi or Pawan. She just wanted to thank deeply but Karan felt as if it was too much for them.

Even now, when they had done a mind blowing round of their exciting love making, she had again poked the same subject.

"It's that my heart is not settling. I feel as if I am burdened by his kindness. That day, he helped me and I wasn't even there to see him recovering from his injuries. The men had swung knife around him for God's sake. In the name of humanity, I and Kritika should really thank them personally," suggested his wife nervously while tapping her fingers on his naked chest as she had rested her chin on it too.

She pouted at him. "Karan, speak."

He sighed and moved his gaze from the ceiling to her. Moving his hand slowly on her bare back, he breathed deeply.

"From past five days, you are irritating me. I said that I have thanked them, taken care of their wounds, paid their medical bills. I even visited them in their house and said some words on behalf of you and Kritika. Isn't that enough?" He snapped while Preeta's eyes narrowed at him.

"It's midnight, Karan. Calm down. I am just talking," she whispered while crawling up on him and kissing him on cheek.

Karan scoffed angrily. "Talking? Yes. You are talking about other men while having sex with your husband."

He saw her getting flushed. She lowered her eyes and chuckled at his words. Looking back up at him, she snuggled more into him pushing her face in his neck while wrapping her bare legs on his body.

"I am sorry. I was just telling you that my heart still feel so heavy about how..."

"Yeah, go on. Mention their names again while rubbing your body against mine," he grunted. Preeta laughed and caressed his cheek, roaming her fingers on the stubble.

She raised her head and smiled amusingly at him, feeling like laughing again at his irritated expressions.

"You know, you are being too stubborn. Not even a phone call, Karan. It's not like I am befriending Prithvi again..." Before she could say more, Karan had caught her lips in a violent kiss.

He rolled themselves over and changed their positions so now, Preeta was on her back and he was hovering her and he had still not broke the kiss. Preeta moaned and slapped his chest for breaking it as she was out of breaths.

In return, she only got a bite on her lips and groaned in pain. Finally, when she had started breathing heavier like him, he pulled away and stared at her with lustful eyes.

"Mention his name again and I will steal your breaths till you have no air to speak his name. Talk about him again and I will fuck you so hard till he would be out of your mind. You'll only be writhing under me in pleasure, in pain, calling my name. Just my name," he whispered breathlessly.

Preeta's heart fluttered so wildly as she felt her whole body turning warm and craving for him. She gulped and stared at him feeling shy all of a sudden. But how the hell did he scare her like that? Did he ever get tired of proving his possession over her? They had mated just yet. He couldn't be thinking about doing it so soon.

Preeta breathed and stared at him. She didn't know till when Karan would cover this subject like this.

"Are you ever going to let us thank them?"

Karan sighed at her words and rolled over her to lay on his back beside her. He was now really frustrated.

"No."

He closed his eyes and felt her shifting so that she was again lying on him. Her soft breasts pressed on his bare chest as her upper half fully rested on his making him groan. He opened his eyes and saw her face worried.

She cupped his cheeks and kissed him lightly on lips. "I am sorry. Please, don't be angry on me."

Karan blinked and stared at her for long but didn't reply. In one second, she would get the confidence to tease him and in another she would end up like this. Conscious and scared of making him upset. Yet he loved every minute of it since he could now take advantage of it.

"Karan, talk to me. I am seriously sorry. I was just joking. I won't do it again," she whispered while shaking his cheek, making him look at her.

Karan wrapped his arms around her and pushed her head on his chest.

"Sleep," he muttered in an upset voice.

"No! First accept my apology. I won't be able to sleep if you'll be so off," she begged desperately while looking at him with those chocolaty eyes.

He smiled tiredly and chuckled when her lips had curled in fear. "Hey! Don't cry. I am all okay. Come, sleep." he muttered while cupping her face.

Preeta shook her head and tried to get up off him. "You are still upset or you would have talked about another round," she muttered with a grumpy face but immediately bit her tongue when realised what she had said.

As expected, Karan laughed heartily and pulled her grumpy self close to him. "What? You could have just reminded me."

Preeta scoffed making him laugh more. "I am not doing it again. I am wearing my clothes. Go away."

Karan bit his lip and tightened his hold. He mentally chuckled at how she wasn't leaving his hold yet was threatening to leave the bed.

"You know, I can't be upset to you for silly reasons. Nor, I can let you to be upset with me. Preeta Karan Luthra, you are mine," he said while kissing her forehead making her smile shyly.

Preeta raised her eyes and shyly whispered,"... and you are mine."

Karan chuckled and pushed the back of her neck to steal a long passionate kiss. He closed his eyes and moved his lips against her soft ones. His hand roamed on her waist while her caressed his hair and cheek.

Slowly, she broke the kiss and stared up at him with seriousness glinting in her eyes.

"I love you, Karan."

Karan breathed deeply. Could she do more tricks to make him insane? How could she affect him so much? Here words just break all the sanities and make him as crazy as he could be to be with her and her only.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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While signing the sheets, Karan smiled at remembering the last night's events. God, his wife could make him smile goofily like a teen boy.

Letting out a breath, he shook his head. If he kept on thinking about her, he would end up craving for her more and more which was impossible to fulfill right now.

Suddenly, his phone rang and there he saw his beautiful wife's​ photo on the screen. "This girl will be the death of me," he muttered with a sly smile as he received the call.

"Jaan." He pressed his lips tight to control the chuckle as he heard her flushed breaths.

"Karan, I wanted to ask if I can go meet Shreya."

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Are you planning to meet Prithvi?"

"Are you kidding me, Karan?" He heard her voice turning hurtful.

"Then why?"

"I need to buy some personal things and cosmetics. Also, I have planned to bring some things for Kritika. She would like them. So I thought, I could get them today. I would have taken mom but you know, how she is not feeling well today."

Karan hummed while remembering how her mother was having a headache in the morning. He checked his watch and saw it was five in the evening.

"So, can I go?"

He sighed,"Alright! Just come soon. I will be home soon too. I can pick you from the mall if you want."

"No. It's alright. I will be driving and will be dropping Shreya too at her home. Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Bye."

"Bye," he muttered while hanging the call and looking back at the file.

He had signed half of the applications and only some had left. After this, he just needed to attend a meeting of an hour and then he would be off to home to see his lovely wife.

But suddenly the voice of his secretary​, Pooja came from the intercom.

"Sir, a man named Prithvi Malhotra has sent an envelope for you. Shall I send it to your office?"

His ears perked up as his body turned alert. "Has he gone?"

"No, Sir. The postman delivered the envelope down at the counter. It has reached our floor and on my desk just now."

"Okay. Send it in."

In another moment, a peon came inside with the white envelope in his hand. Karan nodded at him to put it on the table and leave his room. The man did so and he didn't waste a second.

Immediately, picking the envelop he started tearing it off.

"The hospital bills or a love letter to my wife. Any of them, and I will kill you. Prithvi Malhotra," he muttered while tearing the mouth of the envelope​.

He couldn't help but feel negative about it.

He just knew whatever it was, it was trouble.

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"What's in the envelope? Is that anyway related to her going out?"