Arjun's POV (continued)

After we all have settled in, I order someone to heat the milk. This is something we have followed right from the day I got to know my baby is pregnant. She hates it but she has to suck it up. I take the glass of milk to my room in one hand and push open the door with another hand. I see wifey is all smiles in the bed perhaps waiting for me to join her in the bed. Soon darling but first you must have your milk.

I give her the glass,"Baby here is your milk now common down in one go."

This has become my standard line since one month. I always hand her the glass of milk and say the same thing every time. She is starting her second month now so we have to pay  attention to the diet she takes.

"I don't feel like drinking it today." She gives me a fleeting pout.

I almost give in everyday but then my eyes travel down to her baby bump and I restrain myself from falling for those puppy eyes and cute pouts she makes.

"That you say everyday but you know you have to."

"Can I please skip this today?! Just for today please." She is giving me those cute puppy dog eyes but I will not budge from my responsibility.

"No you know it's not happening so stop making faces and down in one go." I make her hold the glass.

"Arjun..." She starts to protest but I don't spare her a chance as I thrust the glass of milk in her sassy mouth and hold the back of her head so she cannot escape.  She finally starts drinking and I sign. I always have to do this or she won't drink it all by herself but it's okay anything for my baby.

Once she is done l let go of both her hand and head. I give her a winning smirk, "See you create fuss over this unnecessarily everyday." I say as I  place the now empty glass on the side table.

She sits all put out and doesn't even wipe the corners of her lips that have remnants of milk. She looks like a cute kitten right now. Only difference is cats love milk and my baby hates it. I wipe her mouth with the back of my hand. This is so amazing and unreal at the same time. Have I ever taken care of someone so much?! I haven't even taken care of myself that much but I love looking after her. She is so precious to me just like a doll is to a little girl.

She eyes me with ire," I hate you." She shows me her index finger to insinuate that she is angry, very angry!

Well I will not take this insolent attitude for ensuring her welfare and health. I am just doing what is best for her and my baby, ain't I?!

"Really?! Let's see what you hate me for?! For taking care of you and my child. Is that so baby?! Then you can hate me as much as you want but I will do what I am supposed to do." I give her a smug smile.

I thought we will have sex but then she is angry so I discard the idea. Although I know I can have her under my mercy and make her beg for a release but then I am angry too. I don't like it when she gives me attitude like that. She is going to be a mother. Shouldn't she think about the child first?!

I lie down next to her and close my eyes. I am so fucking hard and it's difficult to sleep without fucking. Just as I am about to turn my back on her, she snuggles in my chest. My first thought is to still turn my back on her and let her feel guilty for the rest of the night but then when I look at those brown eyes and well sculpted mouth, I give in. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer until we are nose to nose. I

"So you don't hate me anymore." I husked. 

"I don't hate you it's just that I am starting to feel you are treating me like a child rather than your wife." She says.

Child?! Well you are just 22 and already with a baby, my baby. You are still a child yourself, so fucking innocent and you are already going to give birth to my baby. You are a baby still and I wish you remain the same for as long as you can. I get it she doesn't like to be treated like a kid so I try a different approach with her.

I kiss her forehead," Are you complaining?! You are carrying my baby so just take it as if it's the baby I am treating like my child." I pause as I gauge her reaction. I continue,"Hey! You shouldn't complain! I, the Arjun Mehra has become your personal nurse. You know I haven't taken care of anyone the way I take care of you." I say with sheer honesty in my voice.

Out of blue she starts laughing at something she thought was funny. I suspect she is laughing at me.

"Laughing at your husband. Not nice!"
I try to act as displeased I could pretend to be.

"I think it's fun sometimes." She says as she fights another giggle from her mouth.

I stare at her icily to scare her. Let her think I am going to hit her. She looks at me with fear in her eyes and I feel like laughing at her state now. I suddenly get an amazing idea to punish her for making fun of me. I start tickling her in places wherever I could. She burst into fits of giggles as she changes sides on the bed to escape me but I lie on top of her and hold her prisoner under my body.

"Laugh more, laugh more." I grin evil.

"Ah please no please....I am sorry please." She begs me and I realise I like her begging so I continue to tickle her more.

"This isn't fair." She says in a babyish tone as she finally gets relief from my tickling.

"Who said it's always going to be fair?!" I smirk.

To my surprise she tries to tickle me but she doesn't know I am not ticklish.  I was tickled as a child by mamma but then when I did not feel anything so she gave up.

"I am not ticklish baby. My mom use to try but I didn't feel anything so she gave up." I tell her.

"Have you tickled anyone before?!" She asked me.

Why do I smell jealousy here?! I think she is thinking about me and Lily together. That is just a guess. Anyways I did not tickle anyone before because I think it's too personal on so many levels. Of course Lily and I had our camaraderie but then we would not invade eachother's personal space. I would still knock on the door of her room and ask for her permission before entering even after fucking her the previous night and vice versa. I had drawn some lines between us that I thought was necessary at that period of time.

"No I think it's too personal on so many levels." I tell her truthfully.

She smiled clearly glad to know that I didn't tickle anyone before her.

I don't call her a cat just like that. She does get jealous just like a cat  gets jealous when she feels short of affection.

"Then you must also respect my personal space."

You have a personal space?! I think that was the funniest thing I heard. There is nothing called personal between you and me. You are mine so I have every right to do anything and everything with you.

"Oh yeah?! I will show you what is personal space." I start tickling again and she pushes against me to escape me.

I finally have mercy on her as I feel its enough for today. I hold her in place and take off my shirt. I lower myself over her body without putting my whole weight on her as I support my body on my hands. I start kissing her with new vigor and my hands roam around on her body. My hands pull her sleeves down but my eyes continue to hold her shy gaze. I pull the zipper of her dress down from behind and pull it off her from front. She just stares at me and says nothing. I just wish I could know what is she thinking at the moment.

I take off the clutcher that had tied her hair together. What a beauty, she is! I wish I could paint her on canvas. Naked! She lowers her eyes perhaps in alluring shyness. Fuck! She kills me with this shyness. That is what drives me crazy about her. She is such a charismatic woman.

I start kissing her from the nape of her neck to her cleavage and she moans throwing her head back as her fingers dig in my hair. Her other hand rest on my neck as it moves down to my back, caressing my back with her soft touch. I remember our first night when she tried to escape me by scratching me and bragging her long nails where ever she could until I tied her hands. I am mesmerized by the transition in her touch.

I peek at her nuptial chain that sits high on her neck and for a moment I wonder how that old Radhika looked without it. She looked very pretty indeed either way. I start to unhook her nuptial chain to have a peek at her form bare without any ornaments. She quickly protested as she circled my fist with her fingers curling around my wrist.

"No." She quietly whispered as she clutched the chain tightly in her little fist as if protecting it.

So she doesn't want me to remove it off her. I remember how I had given her shit for trying to take off the nuptial chain after our wedding. I realise how she has blended into my life completely that she doesn't want me to remove the chain from her body.

I lean in and kiss it to show her that I am not going to take it off. She finally relaxes and let's go off my hand. I feel enamoured with her everything. She is so beautiful both inside and out. When I saw her first, all I saw was the pretty face and luscious figure but now I don't see her just as a beautiful object but something more. What I see in her I have not seen in any women. I realise today there will be no fucking as I am in a perfect mood for lovemaking. Of course I prefer a hard and fast fuck that is rough more than the sweet loving but today is different. I am consumed with this desire to show her what she means to me.

She glances at me curiously as she perhaps would have realised that I am thinking something deep. She touched my face softly as she gives me a questioning look. I shake my head and kiss her hand. This is what I love about us that we have that connection not just on physical level. Our minds know it, our bodies know it, our eyes know it.

"You are a very beautiful woman, Radhika. You took my breath away the first time I saw you." I say honestly.

"So did you." She replies spontaneously and bites her lower lip the next moment when she realised what a juicy piece of information she dropped.

"I did?! Well that's news to me. What did you first notice when you saw me first?!" I ask her as she has made me more curious about her first opinion about me.

"That you are very tall." She smiled as she was perhaps reliving that moment in her mind.

"What else?!" I probe her more.

"You are very good looking." She says shyly.

"But remember you called me giant and monster and what not. I don't remember you saying that I am good looking." I tease her.

"You know you are. Why should I tell you?!" She pokes her tongue out.

"This isn't fair. Tell me more."

"Who said it will always be fair?!" She mimics my earlier words.

I turn my face away slightly chided by her but she turns my face towards her with her hand," What did you think about me when you know, you saw me first."

"That is not all clean thoughts." I say in a hard tone.

"Still tell me please."

"Why don't we just continue with what we were doing?!" I says as I lean in to kiss her.

She places her hand on my mouth when I lean in to kiss her," No I want to know."

"God! You are so stubborn! Fine! I thought you are beautiful, very beautiful. You have a very sensual figure of a seductress but an innocent face. I wanted to have you in my bed for one night and take you over and over again until you begged me to stop." I replied as I looked her in the eye.

The hurt in her eyes makes me instantly regret my crude words. I shouldn't have spoken about her in such a way but if I were to be honest, whatever I said replicates my thoughts of that day.

"You love my body not me!" She hurts me with her accusation.

"That's not true baby. Common you know it don't put it that way or else I will really get angry with you right now." I give her a warning glare.

She teared up,"For what other reason did you keep me with you in the begginning?! I know revenge is the reason but you could have refrained from having sex with me but you didn't! You could have hurt me by other means but you wanted to have sex with me and you killed two birds by one stone. You got your revenge and you also got me to be your whor..." Before she could complete that word, I slapped her across her face. Hard! The corner of her lip started bleeding from the impact of my tight slap and her cheek marred with red that slowly was turning to a bruise.

She looked shocked for a second as if she froze in her place. I actually realised what I did after doing it. Fuck! I didn't wanted to raise a hand on her. It was just so frustrating having her downvaluing my feelings for her for the third time in the day. I was keeping a count in my head without realising I was. I swear over her and my child that I didn't wanted to slap her. It's just so happened that she went on and on and I couldn't stop myself when she was to utter that word.

Here, I am ready to worship her and she referred to herself as my whore! Like seriously?! Does she even know the meaning of a whore?! Does she even know how whores are treated?! It filled me with sheer rage when she demeaned herself.

She pushed me off her as she got up swiftly from the bed gathering the comforter with her to cover her partial nakedness. She galloped towards the washroom and closed the door before I could reach it.

Fuck! I beat my fist against the wall and wince when blood oozes out of my knuckles. When I taste salt in my mouth, I realise I am crying. I hear sound of  her heart breaking sobs coming from the washroom and I wished I could just beat myself within an inch of life for hurting her this way.

To be continued.......