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CHAPTER – 8

Abhyansh is sitting beside Isha on the bed holding her palm in his... he reminisced a sweet memory looking at his ring-clad finger...

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"Rana sa...", Isha entered his study with a child-like glee... the sparkle in her eyes made him instantly shut his laptop and concentrate wholly on his wife.

"Yes, may I know what made my Rani sa so happy??", Abhyansh asked with a small smirk and she nodded vigorously trying to hide the blush hearing his 'My' whenever he says my wife or my rani sa, it flutters her heart...

"Yes, you can ask, now ask", Isha said trying to contain her excitement... Abhyansh sighed, he hated talking that too unnecessarily but anything for his wife...

"Why are you so happyIsha??", he asked and she smiled widely before settling on his lap and hugging him tightly...

"Because I got you something and I'm very excited to show you", she said kissing his cheek... he held her in place wrapping his arms around her waist... he got a bit eager to see what his wife got him surprising himself, what he didn't know is the feeling he is experiencing is called excitement to see what his wife brought for him. A gift is really foreign, none really gave him to date. Many leaders and prominent men across the world tried to gift him one or the other thing but he always refused, they were more like a bribe expecting favours and he definitely didn't do favours against his values.

"What is it??", he asked in his usual cold tone, but her smile didn't falter even a bit, as she knew her husband, she didn't expect him to act all excited...

She took his right palm and made him wear a ring. A wide smile appeared on her face seeing it fitting his ring finger exactly...

"It looks great... don't take it off, consider this our engagement ring...", she said happily... he let out a small smile kissing her forehead and she let out a sigh in relief, huh that forehead kiss meant he liked it. She knew her husband is a man of few words and she is glad she could understand his gestures and body language... he looked at her expecting her to narrate the back story of how she thought of it so suddenly...

"One of my colleagues, is getting engaged, she wanted me and Ragini to help her choose her dress and jewellery, and we went to shopping in the second half, that's when I realized you didn't have any of the marital symbols like I do... I have this (showing her mangal sutra(nuptial chain) and toe rings but how do people know you are married, so I got this... now everyone will know you are married", she said slowly tightening her holdon him, trying hard to hide her possessiveness and Abhyansh smirked pulling her closer on his lap...

"So... Rani sa wants to claim me...", he said huskily nibbling the skin in between her neck and shoulder blade... Isha fisted his shirt closing her eyes tightly, hardly containing her moan...

"No, I just want people to know you are married, that's all", she said slowly opening her eyes when her husband paused his torture on her neck...

"Aha... okay... if you say so...", he said dropping soft kisses on her exposed back and neck...

"Rana sa...", she called trying to stop him but he is nowhere near stopping... "pleaseAnsh...not now...", she said fisting his hair, her actions contradicted her words but he stopped for now... and she is glad as well as disappointed but soon shook her thoughts away...

"You know, I feel like doing things you can't even imagine, hearing 'Ansh' from your mouth, none dared to call me by my name except for your mother-in-law, but when it comes from your mouth, it sounds so beautiful and sinful at the same time", he said taking her lips unable to control himself...she kissed him back though her brain kept warning her to leave as soon as possible as there is a lot of work in the kitchen but her body and heart ignored every rational thought when her husband was in the picture... Abhyansh left her mouth sensing her breathlessness, and before he could capture her lips again, she kept her palm on his mouth...

"You won't let me talk, that is why I won't sit in your lap if I had to talk to you", she complained and he smirked at his wife's complaint which he took as a compliment...

"But you enjoy it...", he said and she glared at him... what?? She isn't embarrassed, instead glaring at him?? Wife is improving, thought Abhyansh...

"I know you don't like to wear any kind of jewellery, that's why bought a very plain one... wear it only if you are comfortable... no compulsion...", she said leaning her head on his chest, while his rough fingers rubbed the exposed skin on her waist because of her saree...

"I'll wear it, I loved it... how did you know my size??", he asked her slowly untangling her hair which he messed up during their little make-out...

"Every time we are together, I hold your palms, even in sleep... it's weird but I had an estimate for your every finger...", she said playing with his fingers that were on her waist... "they are so rough but I like them a lot", she said, what she meant was she liked to hold them a lot, but her innocent words made his junior twitch...

"You'll like them more when I do a lot of things with these fingers...", he said making her frown...

"Huh?? What things??", she asked and he sighed, when will be the right time to explain his innocent wife??

"Rani sa... in that case, I should get you a ring too, an engagement ring", he said diverting the topic...

"No... I already have a ring, bhai gifted me this, I don't want to take it off, so no need, and you already gifted me a lot of things, I barely use them, so why waste money", she said shaking her head getting him mad...

"Will you ever use any of them?? Till when are you planning to stay like this Rani sa??", he asked, he wanted her to be his queen in all senses and he is really an impatient man...

"I will... when we solve all our issues and we have no secrets between us... I will... now don't get angry... please...", she said hugging him tighter as she feared her husband's anger...

"Sh... it's okay, you needn't be afraid of me... I will try to contain my anger, and I won't hurt you... you know it, don't you??", he said softly ruffling her hair, he hated it when his wife feared him...

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