Love

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The next night, she was already in the bedroom, folding washed clothes when she heard the room door close. In a few moments, there were arms around her from behind and a familiar voice softly whispering close to her ear, 

"I missed you."

"But I was just here." She said trying to ignore his face settling on the crook of her neck from behind.

"But I still missed just me & you."

She looked behind arching one eyebrow, shaking him off. "Mitter Babu, is this really you talking? THE Smart, ever-detached Private investigator?"

He nevertheless hugged her from behind again, resuming his pose and said pointing at the mirror, "It's all because of this woman."

She kept looking at them together in the mirror-frame making a lovely picture, wondering if all this was still a beautiful dream.

He brought her out of her thoughts. "What? Aren't you going to punish the woman for this?"

She replied amused, "Really?... What should I do to punish her?"

"Hmmm. Maybe, you-"

"Aahh! A LIZARD!" Sindhuja panicked. She hated lizards, and here was one on the wall. 

He reached out for a broom in the corner and started chasing it away. Srinath came to the room door and called out. "What happened Sahib?"

"Nothing! Its just a lizard. You go sleep!"

Srinath left from in front of the closed room door. Meanwhile inside, he had managed to shoo the lizard away through the window. The whole chaos to send it away ended in them sitting back on the bed with a sigh of relief. 

"You did the same thing last time. Why're you so afraid of lizards?!"

"I'm not afraid. I... don't like them around."

"You're a private investigator's wife, you shoul- Oh.. Look, a lizard there!!!" He pointed near her. She almost jumped to him and clinged on to his kurta.

He laughed. He didn't laugh that often, so it felt nice to her, but she was also angry at this little prank. She slightly puffed her cheeks and slapped on his chest before getting up and walking away to the other side of the bedroom. He continued laughing.

"Whoa, what a wife god gave me! She beats her husband!"

"Then ask god to give you another one that doesn't beat you even on terrible pranks."

He got up and walked to her. 

"Nope. I guess I'll put up with this one for now."

Before she could do anything, he caught hold of her and lifted her up bridal-style.

"What are you-"

"Whoa, I ALWAYS wanted to do this!! You're so light!" And he spinned around with her in arms. 

"Mitter Babu!! Put me down! Please."

"Put you down here? On the floor?"

"On our bed!" She said quickly.

He looked at her with a smirk. "As you say, my queen."

He carried her to the bed and slowly put her on it, also leaning on to her while doing so. After she was put, he kept leaning and looked at her with eyes bearing more than love. She had never seen this look in his eyes before.

He kept looking into her eyes as his hand reached out to remove the hair band from behind her head and untie her hair. Her long black hair flew down from the bun. He said in a voice serious yet lined by playfulness, "You're in my bed now, as you wanted me to do. Now, can I do what I want to?" 

She couldn't help smiling coyly, but still tried to put on an innocent face.

"And what do you want to do?" 

"You don't know?"

"Nope." She said without breaking the eye-contact with him.

He pushed behind a lock of hair dangling on her face.

"I want to devour my Rosogolla." 

Saying this, He lowered on to her, kissing her on the mouth, forehead, cheeks, chin and then down to the neck. She felt his lips on her collarbone and shivered, something rising up in her too. He nuzzled on her neck for some more time teasing her, while his hands reached to the knots of her saree.

She clutched on to his kurta at the sleeves, hopelessly trying to keep cool. He suddenly sat up, took off his kurta and then returned down to her... The rest of the house sleeping peacefully as her moans from every stroke and blow were muffled into a kiss by his mouth. 

He pulled out from her and they lied on the bed, panting. After settling down, he turned to her and pulled her close again, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

She woke up late the next morning, finding him already done with Yoga and on his way for bathing. She sat up and pulled the blanket on herself. He saw her wake up and smiled. She loved this smile of his, genuine and carefree. He sat by her side and pecked at her forehead. 

"Good morning. How are you?"

"Still a bit tired, but I guess fine otherwise... Can you... Pass me the clothes?"

"Oh, yes... I haven't unlocked the room yet. So it's fine."

She put on some clothes and got up, but there was sudden pain between her legs and she almost lost balance. He helped her stand and slowly walk.

"Sindhu..." This probably was the official way she would be called now.

"Hmm?"

"Was I... Too hard on you yesterday?"

She blushed thinking about the previous night. It had been difficult at times though she enjoyed.

"No, I guess..."

"I should have been sensible, it was our first time."

"It's fine, it was your first time too, was it not?"

"Yea... But I should've kept some control. Does it hurt a lot?"

"Not a lot, but while walking, yes."

"I'm- sorry." He said gloomily.

"Ohho, It's alright!" She said giving him a quick hug, and then making her way to get ready.

He stood there, wondering what they were going to say when Kaaki would notice her walking like this.