Published on 29th August 2021.

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Why am I so clumsy?

I literally typed the last chapter's title as 31 instead of 32!

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♡ Enna sona kyun Rab ne banaya ♡

– R I S H A B H –

When I felt a tickle on my face, I scratched my skin and snuggled more into the figure beside me. As something sting my face, I slapped myself and opened my eyes, only to see a fly buzzing around me.

How did this fly enter my place?

I knew, there was no way I could sway the fly away. Sighing in failure, I closed my eyes and slipped my hand where it should've been. Well, it's not that I always fail. The warmth of her waist was satisfying in this cold weather and I didn't want to leave the bed yet.

I opened my eyes and my gaze went towards my wife who was sleeping peacefully. In hopes to wake her up, I rubbed my palm on her waist, which was already beneath her shirt. When she didn't wake even after the movement of my hands, I cleared my throat, but all was in vain.

Talking about the previous night, it was wonderful but crazy at the same time. Those who say that first times are horribly painful for women are big liars. Although not at the equal rate as women, it's painful for men too. Atleast for me!

When Shruti started shouting and crying during our activity, I was hell nervous. But, what could I do when I myself was in pain? My condition was stable in a few seconds, but for her, I guess it was way too uncomfortable throughout the ride.

How could I even forget about the condom incident?

I literally ruined our moment!

I nuzzled my nose into neck and hugged her tightly as if my life was dependant on it. Her body scent was too great to leave! I took her hand and clasped it with mine. Her palm was way too smaller than mine. Cute, right?

I still couldn't believe that her first time was with me. I mean, it's not that I would hate her if I wasn't her first —I had no right to— it's too unbelievable for me to believe. The moment she told me to to go slow, I felt all my emotions stopping.

I was her first and she was mine, why wouldn't I be on top of the world? I'm not an emotionless man to control my happiness, especially infront of my life partner.

Shruti moved in my embrace, untangled her hand with mine and turned around such that I faced her back. "Shruti, you're up?" When I received no response, it was clear that she was asleep.

If she was awake, I wouldn't have been able to gawk at her for infinite minutes.

Only in two situations, I could gaze her for as long as I want to without giving any explanation or excuse. One— When she's asleep. Second— When she's drunk. The first one was more suitable though!

I sighed in relaxation and threw my leg over her. Slithering my arm around her, I slipped my hand inside her shirt and caressed her belly with my fingers. I moved my hand a little up and felt her bare skin. She wasn't wearing a bra, or better, I didn't give her one!

I moved my hand up through the valley between her breasts to her neck and touched her collarbone.

Her skin was so softer than mine.

Before I could wake her up, a thought crossed my mind and I turned to my side. Placing our leave was more important than cuddling, it could wait. I was hell tired and there was no way I was going to do any work today. When the mails were sent, I kept my phone away and turned to Shruti's side to snatch her sleep.

"Shruti, wake up. It's eight thirty." I patted her back and shook her by her shoulders. "Shruti..."

She groaned and closed her ears with her hands. "Stop it Akriti! I don't want to hear your gossips again, I'm done."

Akriti di?

I don't think she has a masculine voice, does she?

I shook my head in disbelief and left the bed to brush my teeth. Clearly, I was in no mood to bath again after having one just a few hours ago. Doing all the chores, I walked out to the kitchen to find something for breakfast. It was obvious for me to feel hungry as the last meal I had was almost twelve hours ago.

Wait!

How do I even make the breakfast?

God!

I checked the fridge but there was nothing much to eat other than breads. Moreover, takeouts for the first meal is not my cup of tea. Cutting fruits, I stuffed them inside my mouth while thinking about our breakfast. Shruti knows how to cook!

I rushed back to our room and tried to wake her up. "Shruti!"

"What the hell? Let me sleep! Subah subah kaun mar gaya?!" She yelled in sleep and I gasped in disbelief. (Who died in the morning?)

My wife surely knows how to curse!

"It's nine. Aren't you hungry?" As the words left my mouth, she jerked up and opened her eyes.

"Why didn't you wake me up? Are ma and papa home?" She asked. I shook my head in negative and she sighed. "I need to get ready! It's already late and I need to reach the firm-"

"I've mailed your leave."

"What? Why?"

"I thought you'd be tired. I sent one for myself too." I said and she replied in an oh.

"I'll go and use the bathroom." She said before leaving to bathroom and I sighed before sitting on the bed. My breakfast!

After a few minutes when I heard the door of bathroom opening in the closet, I rushed there and stopped Shruti from picking her clothes.

"Is it necessary to take a bath now?"

"Huh?"

"You took a shower last night, right? There's no need to take one now." I said and she looked at me with disbelief. "Don't you feel hungry?" I asked and her face flushed. "Actually, the breakfast isn't ready and-"

"I'll prepare one now." She left the closet in an instant, as if she knew teleportation. I walked out to the kitchen and saw her boiling vegetables. By the time, to slow down the rats in my stomach, I cut fruits and fed her a piece before having one myself.

We finished our breakfast which comprised of stuffed parathas and I did the dishes while she cleaned the mess in kitchen. As most of the household chores were done, I conveyed the idea of watching a movie and she directly denied.

Her reason— “Don't you think we've already watched most of them. I don't think anything unique is left.”

After minutes of persuasion and debate she agreed.

Well, I won a few medals in debates in school and university.

I've not earned them for no use!

I switched a comedy movie on, covered us with a blanket and leaned my back on the headboard. As the movie began, I slithered my arms around her back and pulled her close to me before slipping my hand inside her shirt. Movies are a great excuse to romance!

While watching the movie, I caressed her waist with my fingers. I couldn't help but laugh when the funny scenes appeared, but she didn't budge a little. I guess my touch affected her way too much.

"Shruti?"

When I got no response, I turned my head to her and saw her eyes closed as she leaned on my shoulder. She was busy sleeping all this time; whereas I thought that we could lead the things on!

Sigh!

Switching the movie off, I made her lie properly on the bed. Although I wanted to act like a creep and stare my wife while she was sleeping, I did otherwise. I pecked her head and gazed her sleeping form for the last time before going to complete my incomplete designs.

I saw the unfinished design of the necklace I spent months on. One thing was clear that it was going to bear the red diamonds, with the backings of gold and platinum. But there were still some mysteries to be solved.

How I wish nana was here with me to help me in my every step! He was the man because of whom I chose this career. He was the one who evoked in me the craze for designing and business. And, when I finally decided to make my name in it, he left us.

While working, I lost the track of time and when I finally felt thirsty, I walked to the kitchen to have some water. I filled a glass with water and my lips were about to touch the cold metal when I heard someone screaming, precisely Shruti.

I kept the glass on the slab, turned around and saw Shruti standing on the doorway with her eyes tightly closed. "What's the matter?!"

"Thief."

"What? Where?"

"I thought you were a thief." She said and I widened my eyes. From which angle do I look like a thief? I pointed my index finger towards me in question and shook my head in disbelief when she nodded.

"From where do you find me a thief?"

"I was sleepy, so I..." She sighed and I nodded. "Why were you sneaking into the kitchen? It made you look like an official thief!"

"Sneaking? I was thirsty and wanted to finish it as soon as possible, that's it." I said and she replied in an oh. "Umm... Shruti?"

"Hmm?"

"Lunch?" I asked and she sighed with a tired expression. How I wish I knew how to cook! "I mean, can you teach my how to cook? I'm keen to learn it."

"You're sure? I don't want to set this house on fire."

Although I'm not a good chef—

Okay, I can't even cook.

But I'm not a child to not know how to handle fire.

"Nothing would happen, don't worry." I said and she narrowed her eyes.

"It's me who'll be accountable, not you. There's ofcourse no need for you to worry." She said and I gasped in disbelief. My wife doesn't belief me, great! If I don't prove myself right today, I'll change my name.

"Let's make a deal." I said and she raised her brows, "You'll teach me cooking and I'll teach you how to light a matchstick."

"This isn't a great deal though."

"Do you want me to light all the diyas for you everyday?" I asked and she thought a lot before shaking her head in positive. I knew she had no choice. Till the date, I lit all the diyas for puja in her place; ofcourse, ma couldn't know.

We sat on the floor on different mats, opposite to each other and I showed her the process to light matchsticks while she followed me. In those fifteen minutes she had finished entire box, without properly learning. Whenever she saw the flame, she would throw the stick on floor in fear. I wonder how she cooks with the same flame!

At last, I gave her the box I had in my hand and asked her to go on. As the red tip of matchstick rubbed along the side of box, a flame emerged on the stick. She was about to throw it but I stopped her.

"Don't worry. Just hold it horizontally and light the candle before throwing it." I said and she did it after numerous errors. "Finally! Shall we go?"

"Where?"

"Kitchen. You need to teach me cooking." I said and she shook her head vigorously. I clasped her hand with mine and walked to the kitchen. "So, let's start."

"What are we gonna make?"

"Something simple." I said and she chuckled. "What? I want to start from basics." I said and she shook her head while controlling herself from laughing. "Shruti!"

"Okay, sorry. Shall we start with kneading the dough? I remember you couldn't do it the last time." She put a bowl on the slab and asked me to pour flour in it.

Everything will be alright.

She slowly poured water over the flour and I mixed them together with delicacy. The situation was either do or die!

"Don't add all the water at once. Pour it slowly." She said and I mentally noted the point. With numerous levels of difficulty that followed, I pressed the dough for the last time and sighed. "Good. Now turn the stove on and roll it." I followed her words and kept my hand in work.

My first roti and it was perfectly round!

"Chop them evenly." Cutting all the veggies in as similar structure I could, I added them in the pan with required oil and spices, and sauteed them.

"Done!" I exclaimed and she smiled.

She poured water in a glass and sipped it while I gazed all her actions, leaning on the kitchen slab. My gaze went towards her neck and I saw something strange yet known. Those were the marks I had given her last night, unknowingly.

I hope these marks don't stay on her skin for a long time.

Or else, it would be a big trouble for her.

And, I guess, me too.

I walked towards her and took the glass from her hand, while she could do nothing but look at my face. Keeping the glass aside, I slithered my hands around her hips, picked her up and placed her on the slab.

I leaned towards her neck and pecked the faded mark on her skin before moving up to her lips. I knew I was a patient man but this moment made all my patience slip off my hands.

Without wasting a single second, I attached my lips to her and slithered my arms inside her shirt. As the slow and steady kiss went on, I roamed my hands all over her bare back and pulled her as close I could.

Not my fault!

It was the fault of the hormonal rush which made me feel like a teenager.

Wrapping her legs around me, I peppered kisses down to her jaw and heard her low moans. Didn't she know I loved this voice of hers? There was no need to suppress it.

Before I could move down towards her cleavage, I smelt a burning smell. Not someone, but something.

"Rishabh!" Shruti pushed me back and I stumbled while trying to stand properly.

I burnt the food!

And now, I need to change my name.

I know I'm evil.

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