Published on 30th April 2021.

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My new academic year is starting and I'm nervous as hell. What's more shocking?

My class teacher is the mother of the boy whom I liked (just liked, lol) years back. 😭

And trust me, it was no unrequited love, just liking. I was literally in fourth or fifth at that time!

Pls, there's a huge difference between love and crush.

Crushing on someone is more satisfying...

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– S H R U T I –

"Rishabh!" I shouted and he turned his head towards me.

"What happened? Why are you shouting?" He asked. What should I say? That there's a naked photo of mine in the album, don't see it!

"Nothing, I was just calling you." I said and quickly paced towards him. "Where did you find this album?"

"It was in that shelf. I was searching for a book but instead found this. It's good though." He smiled and I couldn't control my growing affection for him. But no, this wasn't the time to melt.

Mission : Snatch my photo album.

"Can you give it to me?" I asked and he shook his head in question.

"Why? Don't you want me to see it?"

Yes!

"No, actually, I want to see it too."

"We can see it together." He said and I mentally banged my head on wall. There was no way he was returning it to me. He's more adamant than three-year-old Adit.

I sat beside him on the bed and gazed him, who was keenly looking at my childhood photos. Did I look too beautiful when I was a kid? No.

No-one ever complimented the one-year-old me.

But then, how could I remember something that happened years ago?

"You look cute." He said and I looked at the photo he was gazing. The picture was clicked when I was two. I was playing with ripen mangoes and my clothes were all ruined.

Was I looking cute in the picture?

I never thought about it. According to me, I was always a fat child during my early years, and Akriti teased me a lot about that just because I always won from her in our fights due to my muscles. But that was past.

Just when he was about to turn the page, I snatched the album from him. I didn't want him to see my childhood naked photos.

"Why did you... take it?"

"We should sleep, it's late."

"I want to see it."

"You can see it tomorrow. It's already late."

"Why do I smell something fishy?" He raised his right eyebrow and asked.

"There's nothing like that. Stop wandering your mind. You need a good sleep." I said and got up to keep the album back in shelf. But before I could complete my task, he held my other hand and pulled me back towards him.

As his eyes locked with mine, I couldn't help but melt under his gaze.

Why are his eyes just so attracting?

As I felt the album sliding away from my hand, I came in the real world and saw him doing the deed. He's such a manipulative mean man!

"Rishabh!"

"Let me see it. I promise, I'll give it back to you." He said and walked towards the bed with album in his hand. Plan failed!

Stomping towards him in anger, I kept my hand over the album and tried snatching it. Trying being the keyword.

"What are you doing Shruti? You'll tear it." He said and I said nothing, instead tightened my hold over the photo book. Just when I felt him having a loose hold over it, I snatched it. Taking a step back, I was about to turn but he pulled me over him, on the bed.

What the hell!

"Rish-"

He kept his forefinger on my lips, signing me to shut up.

Shut up?

But I must say, his lips were just too kissable. Those were the only spot on his face which caught my attention at this point.

Should I kiss him?

No...

What if he thinks that I was tricking him into a kiss by this snatching technique? It's a classic trick of all times.

He smiled and blinked his eyes, as if agreeing to something.

But what?

He moved his hand from above my lips and kept it behind my head. As his palm pushed my head a little forward, he touched his lips with mine and closed his eyes.

I knew, he was planning for something big.

He moved his lips against mine while his hand travelled from my back to my left butt, squeezing it firmly. My goodness! His hold was just intensifying the kiss more and more.

When I was about to indulge in the kiss, he pulled back and smiled.

Why was he smiling?

Was he just teasing me?

"Let's check the photos first. We can continue this later." He said and pecked my lips before we got up. How come he's always successful in fluttering my heart?

He leaned his back on the headboard and I crawled to the other side. The bed was already tiny, and him sitting in the centre wasn't helping any better.

"Is this pic yours?" He asked and I threw a gaze towards the photo. In the picture, the one-and-a-half year old me was sitting on the floor, applying kajal all over my body.

Why did mumma even click such pictures?

She also made some videos of mine when I was young. And by any means, I'm not going to show them to Rishabh. They're so vulgar. Akriti shot them when mumma was massaging me or when she was giving me a bath.

"Shruti? Is this picture yours?"

"Yes."

"I never knew you were such an artistic kid. I prefer you to click some photos when our kids do the same." He said and I widened my eyes in realisation.

Kids?

Not one kid but kids!

In plural!

Has he really planned everything for our future?

"Kids?"

"Hmm... Don't you want more than one?" He asked, still being busy in the album. He's really straight forward!

But, we haven't even had sex!

If we did it atleast once, there would've been chances of child or children.

Why am I even thinking about it?

When my gaze went towards the photo book, I saw him flipping the pages. He was about to see my naked photo! No...

And I used the only trick left.

"Rishi..."

This was the first time I called him by this name.

"Huh?" He turned his head to me and exclaimed with his mouth left wide open. "What... what did you call me?"

His attention is diverted.

Plan successful!

"It's your nickname, right?"

"Hmm. But I never heard you calling me by this name." He smiled and I nodded. "Can you repeat it once more?" He asked and I nodded again.

Sitting on my knees, I leaned closer to him and kept my forefinger beneath his chin. As his eyes locked with mine, I knew that his mind was now away from any other thing.

"Rishi."

"Care to repeat?" He said impatiently and I nodded.

"Rishi..." I said and slid the book away from his reach while looking straight into his orbs.

"Pardon."

"Rishabh." I shook my head in disbelief and said. Too much greediness is not good! Before I could sit pack properly, he pulled me by my waist and slowly grazed his lips on mine.

I swear, I was just planning to distract his mind from the photos.

Kisses were never in my plan.

"Just stay. And, Rishi sounds better from your mouth." He mumbled against my lips. Can someone tell him that I can't control the butterflies in my stomach released just because of his deep voice?

He kept his lips against mine for a minute without doing anything, pissing me off. Either do it or stay back! Was he teasing me?

I was about to lean back but before I could, he pulled me harshly towards him. As my front touched his chest, I gulped hard. His nose was just a centimetre away from mine and his breath was fanning my face. How could he even breathe properly in this situation when I was holding it all the time?

The proximity was eating me alive!

As he initiated the kiss, I responded him without wasting a second. I was frustrated for not being able to indulge in the last kiss.

Not wanting to have regret of leaving the chance, I kissed him back with the same desire as his. In one word, the moment was like heaven. And I didn't want it to end.

But we had to, as we were out of breath.

Sigh!

My gaze went to his lips which were slightly swollen. It was the first time I was staring at someone's lips like a pervert. But he's not someone. He's my husband.

Husband sounds too good.

Before I could take a moment to read his features, he pulled me on his lap sideways and kissed me again. Was it kiss day today?

My fingers involuntarily went into his locks whereas his strong arms were around me. He bent down and moved towards my neck, giving a light kiss there. As I felt his moist lips brushing my skin, I shivered.

Why are his touches so magical?

His lips moved on my jaw-line, travelling down to my throat. The magic done by him was totally foreign to me and my body. Even counting the number of species of butterflies erupted in my gut was not practical. It would be too much!

Wait a minute!

Were we going too fast?

No.

But if we go on this rate, we would end up having sex!

And I don't want to lose my first time in my bedroom which has too many innocent childhood memories of mine.

"Ri... Rish... Rishabh." Because of the moist touches of his tongue on my skin, I ended up stuttering, and moaning too. God!

"It's Rishi for you." He mumbled while peppering kisses on my collarbone.

Why is his voice so orgasmic?

I really can't control tonight.

I need holy water!!

Such a pervert I am!

He slid the strap off my right shoulder and kissed the newly exposed area whereas his hands were slowly stroking my thighs. I was confused, where to concentrate?

Damn!

Giving numerous kisses on my upper chest, he was about to move towards my cleavage but pulled back. He brushed his lips with mine and smiled, "I think we should stop now. What about you?"

How could I open my mouth when we were sitting in a comprising position?

My fingers were in between his silky locks while his arms were tied around me. The situation was just too embarrassing! I couldn't even look into his eyes!

I wasn't blushing, right?

He again grazed his lips with mine before pulling me in a long kiss, lasting till eternity.

Okay, not eternity.

It's practically impossible to kiss for such a long time!

As we felt out of breath, we pulled back and I quickly withdrew my hands from his hairs. He gave a deep peck on my forehead and pulled his arms off my body.

I thought this was the end, and was about to descend from his lap but he stopped me. "Don't leave." He said and patted the bed, as if searching for something. "Just a minute..." He said while frowning, but it changed into smile a moment later.

What's the matter with him?

"This." He showed me the photo album and I closed my eyes in disbelief.

Shit!

Everything I did till now to hide the album was in waste.

He quickly opened the page with the help of ribbon-bookmark and the first picture I saw was the one I never wanted to him to see.

Damn.

What would he think about this picture?

I slowly gazed towards him, worrying about him being disgusted by them, but here he was grinning seeing the photos. What's so good in them?

"Is this you?" He asked. Seriously?

"No, it's Adit." I said and he made a face.

"Adit is a boy, and this is..... a girl." He said while looking at me. How can say this? Ofcourse, I was naked and it was pretty obvious!

"It's me."

"That's what I was saying." He shook his head and gazed towards the other photos.

Was I worrying all the time for nothing?

"I must thank mumma and papa for these features of yours." He chuckled and I could say nothing. How could I, when I was sitting on his lap? The only thing I could think about was the proximity been us.

There was barely an inch of air between us.

"Shruti?"

"Hmm."

"Should we sleep?" He asked and I nodded. Quickly getting off his lap, I ran to the bathroom to get a hold of my mind. The room was getting too hot indeed!

I threw the cold water over my face and shivered when I felt it's extremely low temperature. What was I even doing in the month of November? Water at night is the scariest.

Walking back into the room, I slipped inside the sheets beside him who was sleeping on his back. Although the bed was not big enough for two to rest freely, sleeping in one position was the only option left. We couldn't even turn while sleeping!

"Shruti?" I opened my eyes after hearing his voice and hummed. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he pulled me towards him and caged me in between his arms.

What the–

"You can throw your leg over me as usual if you want to. But don't roam around the bed while sleeping. There isn't much space here."

I knew that I have a habit of throwing my legs here and there while sleeping.

And now, he knows it too!