On public demand, presenting to you the first bonus chap. This is hands down the longest chapter I have written. Comment as much as you can. Enjoy!

"Leave it! Let go right now." I scream at the top of my voice like an uncivilised woman. That's what marriage does to you. Makes you forget all the literacy you spent years gathering, leaving behind a spur of irritation and whole lot of shrillness.

"No! You let go. This is my favourite colour, why do you not want me to wear it?", he sounds equally irritated if not more, tugging the shirt whose sleeve he is holding from the other end, this time a little harshly. Catching me offguard, I crash land directly on his hard chest.

"Don't cross question me all the time. This is not your interrogation room. I say you don't have to wear it, implies you don't wear it. No questions asked." I speak sternly, trying to drive home a point.

"Stop being bossy all the time. It was cute during the initial days of our marriage, now it's just plain annoying", he would never let me have the last laugh, would he? He wouldn't be Mohsin freaking Baig if he did.

" Stop getting physical all the time to convince me. It was hot during the initial days of our marriage, now it's just plain boring", I retort.

He narrows his eyes at me, and I give him a smug expresssion, raising my imaginary collars. The next minute my zipper goes down, revealing my shoulders and he tugs the remaining part of the kurti down as it pools at my feet.

Shit. Why did I have to provoke the beast?

His eyes darkens as they linger on my bosom, bringing to life the darkest shade of hazel that I absolutely adore.

I tap his chest and he instantly works on pulling off his turtleneck tee. My eyes hungrily feast on his broad shoulders. After all these years, and he still owns an impressive body. Hence why I am refusing to let him wear the black shirt that is currently sandwiched between us, if the bedroom eyes that he is giving me are anything to go by, the same shirt is soon going to be dumped in a corner.

His hands sneak around my waist, pulling me more into him. I can feel his bulge growing, a smirk overpowers my lips knowing this ball is already in my court.

I mentally do a mini dance at finally succeeding in my mission, I can't have all those offfice bitches staring at my man with an open mouth, now can I?

"Oops, is that a hard on developing officer Baig? Sad, isn't it? Nobody to take care of it for you", I snicker trying to get out of his hold.

His hand that was clutching the other end of the shirt leaves it, landing on the curve of my waist, then begins travelling upwards at a tortourously slow pace.

Shit. Looks like I spoke too soon, the game can change anytime now.

A loud breath comes out of me the moment his fingers land on my tits squeezing them under the lacey bra. My eyes are on his changing expression that I only get to witness in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.

I grip his shoulders hard, throwing my head back with a loud moan when his lips replace his hand on my nipple, and I am not even surprised when i realise he has taken off the bra without my notice.

"Mohsin!", I gasp when his hand works on the other breast while his lips are sucking, biting and licking my breast. His right leg nudges my left one, meaning I have to move backwards towards the left side, these are a few signs we eventually developed to communicate while our mouths are too busy to speak.

I take three steps back and the wall hits my back, I rest my head against it. When he is done with making love my breasts, his lips move down to my stomach and my nether region clenches. But his hands never leave my breasts, continuing to massage and play with them.

He places a series of open mouthed kisses all along my stomach, leaving me gasping for air. I grab his hair, pulling a few strands on his scalp earning a groan from him.

"Baby...", I plead as his lips reach the waistband of my panties. Shit, I am saoking wet. His hands press on my hotness over the cloth and my hips buckle against his mouth, I see stars for a split second.

I whimper like a desperate bitch from the loss of contact as he withdraws his hands from my body.

His smoldering hazels clash with as he gets up from his kneeling position, a smirk forming on his sexy lips.

"You don't look all that bored now, do you? Didn't you just say my touch doesn't excite you anymore?", this time he snickers and turns around with the same black shirt that this whole ordeal began for. Throwing it on his shoulders he walks out of the room, with the gait of a King and the swag of a hero.

I am all hot and bothered now. And he took that shirt away as well. I swear to god if even one woman eyes him like a piece of meat in the party today, I am going gouge their eyes out.

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We walk into the huge office building with the familiar words, CBI written on it. This is my second Annual Cultural event as Mrs.Baig. The entire team working from this branch gathers here every year with their families to celebrate the end of another eventful year. I am sure mom and dad must be around the corner here.

Mohsin keeps his hand on the lower end of my back, guiding me through the swarm of people dressed in vibrant colours laughing and talking. We greet the other officers and their wives, making small talk here and there.

A friend of Mohsin calls him to join them for the starters across the hall and he nods. I grab his hand, turning him towards me to adjust his tie that had slightly gotten out of place. His eyes are blank, like always but his fingers press my waist slightly in appreciation. He still doesn't talk much or show emotion, that's how i have grown to like him though.

"Zyada teekha mat khana, tumhe acidity hojayegi. Aur haan, no alcohol." I warn him.

"Ofcourse! That's exclusively reserved for when you leave me." He shrugs his shoulders and I can't help but shake my head in exasperation.

"I'll be back." He disappears in the crowd and I miss him already. Who says you get tired of seeing the same face everyday. It's just part of the Baig charm.

I find mom and walk towards her, admiring the elegance with which she holds herself as the wife of the director. We chat for a while until my eyes finally land on a slut eyeraping my man. That's not all, bitchface walks to him with a deep cleavage clearly visible to anyone and then speaks something sedutively.

He nods at her politely, his leg bouncing slightly in discomfort. My teeth grit in annoyance as she says some shit and begins laughing herself followed by a weak chcuckle from Mohsin, why can't he just get rid of her? He must be enjoying her company.

I lose it when she places her duplicate nails on his biceps, stiil talking. That's it. I won't stand here and watch this drama unfold, I walk out of the suffocating ballroom.

I find Lucy near the reception desk, rummaging through her bag for something. She finally retrieves a key and i wave at her.

"Hira! Whoa, you look splendid. I would have tapped that pussy already if I was gay." I shudder at her crudeness.

"Come with me, us youngsters are having some fun in one of the rooms on the first floor." She drags me to the elevator and we are soon on the empty corridors of the first floor. This area is a no go zone fo the visitors, so it's thankfully not crowded.

We stumble into a room that she open with her keys and fifteen minutes later a few people enter. Mohsin is among them too and he glares at me when I willingly sit on the table where they decided to play truth and dare.

The bitch from the hall is still beside him and i have to stop myself from murdering her when she smiles like a lunatic at Mohsin.

Ugh. Agar saath katal ki ijazat hoti to main saato baar is kamini ko bhayanak mout deti.

Mohsin also joins the table, begrudgingly might I add because I am damn sure he wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me. Martin spins the bottle and it lands on Rahul, the person opposite him asks him the question. After five rounds, the bottle stops at Mohsin and everybody cheers for him.

The person opposite him is me, so i ask him if he wants truth or dare.

"Dare", he says testing the waters. Oh, trust me you made a mistake baby.

My eyes then land on the four bowls that had food items in them, landing on the one filled with green chillies.

"I dare you to eat all the chillies from that bowl", I stare at him hard and everybody gasps. He doesn't even seems surprised and the bitch beside him puts the most painful expression.

He takes the bowl making sure to keep his eyes on mine. Everyone stares at him in anticipation, expecting him to stand up and walk off but he places the chilli in his mouth, biting on it.

Fuck it, Hira. His body can't take too much spice and you are making him eat the chillies. I close my eyes, regret washing over me as the cloud of anger dissolves, I can't believe I acted so stupid out of jealousy.

When I open my eyes, his eyes have turned red and he is still eating. Why is he not stopping? He is on the third and there must be atleast a ten more in there.

I have had enough when he picks the fourth one and I stand up walking to him, I take the chilli and throw it away. Looking at everyone apologeticslly, I smile " Sorry, we need to leave. You guys continue."

I grab his arm and he follows me out of the room. I quickly take us to his cabin, filling a glass with water from the machine. I rush back to him, holding out the glass for him to take. But he doesn't look my way, staring out at the city from his window.

I stretch my hand again, closer to his mouth but this time he pushes the glass away. The water spills from it, I stand before him not failing to notice how he his inhaling air again and again. His tongue must be burning.

"Why did you eat them? When you know you can't tolerate it", as usual he doesn't answer jerking his hand that I had previously held.

He sits on the chair, gulping the saliva and hissing slightly. His tongue is burning but he won't take the water from me.

I grab his face and thankfully he doesn't push me away. I bend over his face, closing the distsnce between us slowly, giving time for him to push me away if he wants.

When he doesn't, I join our lips my tongue instantly darting into his mouth to soothe it. He doesn't respond at first, letting me take control. I lick his tongue and taste the chillies. I hiss at the burning sensation.

Damn, the chillies were strong. I take his tongue between my teeth gently pulling it out of his mouth, then place my lips around it sucking it. He groans slightly, clutching my waist. I sit on his lap, to get better access to his mouth. He begins moving his mouth on mine vigorously, changing the course from sweet to passioante.

We part ways when we run out of breath. "Is it still burning?" I ask tying to catch some breath.

He shakes his head, pulling me back on his chest when I try to get up. My fingers run in his smooth hair while he places his head on my chest.

"Kya hua tha? Aise kyun behave kar rahi thi tum neeche?", his voice is still husky. Then I remember, "Us lambe nakhun wali chudail se kyun chipak rahe the? You know how possessive I am about you, still you had to wear this tight fitting shirt. Half the women were staring at you and most of them were married.Bloody bitches!"

He laughs looking at my face, what the hell? What is so funny? I push his face away, trying to get out of his hold but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he places his head back on my chest snuggling more into me like he is going to fall asleep.

'My spitfire!"

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"Now support your torso on your elbows." I command and he follows suit, his muscles rippling as he moves positions leaving me gulping.

Tell me again as to why did I agree to give him a back massage knowing I can't think when I see his naked body. I wet my dry lips, slowly placing my legs on either side of his hips. I dip my fingers in lukewarm oil, then rubbing them together I slowly place them below his neck. I rub my thumb in circles to release the knots, then drag my fingers down his backbone appyling as much stress as I can.

After five minutes of massaging his entire back, he asks me to stop and I sigh in relief. Gosh, that was one hell of a task. I move off of him and he turns around.

"What did the doctor say? Why do you keep vomitting at the smell of spices?"

I gulp loudly this time, smiling at him nervously.

"The doctor, yeah. Umm...you know she asked me to take some tests."

He is confused but still nods, " What did the reports say?"

That's the tough part. He notices my nervousness, hence grabs my arms. I lay on his naked chest taking his ring finger. He places a lingering kiss on my forehead as i gather strength to ask him.

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His body freezes beneath mine and a few minutes later he flips us. I am on the bed and he is on top of me.

"That I would love them more than you!"

I giggle breathing in relief. Yay! He is ready for kids.