Chapter 2

KryanVirikaLuv

@KryanVirikaLuv

She was teasing him. Something about her eyes. Really, her eyes were beautiful, they always were, but there was a laughing undertone to her words that made him run his hand through his hair and smile rather sheepishly back at her. It was amazing how even though his brain felt fuzzy and his head killed, she still managed to brighten his mood with a single smile.

"Come on, Virenji, get up, it's late!" she told him.

He pulled the covers over his head and curled into a ball; no matter it was late in the day, he did not want to get out of bed, "Nahi, I don't want to get up!"

"Virenji," she tugged the covers off and pulled his arm. He refused to move.

"Virenji!" she tugged on his arm more forcefully, "Get up!"

He sighed; he knew she wouldn't leave him alone until he finally got up, so instead, he caught her by surprise and grabbed her hand, pulling her down on top of him.

"Virenji!" she shrieked as she fell on his chest. He had an incredible sense of deja vu, but he wasn't quite sure why.

"Kya, Virenji, Virenji?" he asked grumpily, "Can't a man sleep in peace after getting drunk on bhang and a day of Holi?"

She looked at him with an expression he could only describe of being of the most adorable solemnity, "Virenji, who told you to drink bhang? I told you so many times not to drink it, but you wouldn't listen to me! And then, you know what happened? You almost hurt yourself in the washroom when I sent you for a wash! You thought your buttons were running away from you and I had to take off your kurta and get you to bed, then you asked me for a kiss, so you could fall asleep-" at that she abruptly stopped and blushed, averting his gaze.

He grinned, "Really? I don't remember..." he tightened his hold on her waist, which brought her face closer to his. "Would you like to remind me?" his eyes darted down to her lips which were delightfully close to his own.

She pushed her hands on his chest and then gave up, as he was in no inclination to release her, "Virenji...it's late in the day...you need to get up and I need to go do some work..."

"What work is more important than your pati?" he asked softly, brushing aside a strand of her hair that had dropped down to sweep across his face.

He watched her with a teasing grin, as she changed the topic, "You didn't come down for breakfast on time, Dadaji was quite upset."

"Dadaji won't be upset when I tell him that my work has made me very tired. I needed a break after Holi and here I am...with my khoobsurat biwi with her khoobsurat aankhen in my arms..."

"What if Dadaji gets upset with me, for detaining my husband?" she queried, although he could tell she was acquiescing to his persuasion, by the way her eyes had flickered from his eyes to his mouth as he spoke.

"Hey, Dadaji was once young, he had a wife, too, I'm sure he'll understand the same problems I face everyday..." he chuckled and she could not stop the smile from spreading across her face.

"What problems?" she murmured.

He ran his knuckles across her cheek, then tilted her chin downwards, "The problems with having the most beautiful wife in the world who doesn't want to spend anytime with her husband."

"I spend time with you," it was hardly a protest, as her face was bending even closer to his own and her words were starting to come out in mere breaths.

His nose slid against hers and his hand reached up to entwine in her soft hair, "Not enough, Mrs. Vadhera, not nearly enough..."

She didn't know how he did it. No matter if she was upset with him, he always managed to sweep aside her annoyances with a single word in that lovely breathy tone of his that sent her knees quivering and a shiver to run down her spine or a sweet, innocent smile that literally stole her breath away. She closed her eyes, his lips were so close, oh, so close...A knock came at the door and they both tensed. A familiar sense of deja vu was washing over her and she almost laughed, remembering how they had been similarly interrupted the day before.

"Arrey, yar..." Viren looked quite irritable, "Who's there?"

"It's Sundar. Swaminiji sent me to ask if you wanted anything to eat, sir?" said the servant respectfully from outside their room. Jeevika tried to move, but he kept a firm hold on her.

"Nahi, it's okay, I'll just eat something at lunch." He would say anything, as long as that wretched man left them alone! He was really missing the privacy of their honeymoon.

"Now, where were we?" he asked his blushing wife, pulling her down to him once more.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" came Sundar's considerate voice. Damn him, he was still there.

"Nahi, yar! Please, jao!" he didn't care if he was being rude, if there was one more interruption, he would go mad.

"Virenji, poor Sundar will feel bad," Jeevika told him reproachfully.

"Sundar? Sundar will feel bad? What about your poor pati?" he demanded, and with that, he flipped her around so she was beneath him and he was atop of her. He was careful not to rest his entire weight upon her, but just enough that his chest pressed against hers, the line of his leg beside hers and his forehead resting on hers. He needed them to be touching; he needed this peace, this tantalizing closeness. And she was completely trapped beneath him; she could not possibly wriggle away now.

She knew he'd switched their positions so she would not be able to get away, but in truth, even if he hadn't, she would not have moved, not one inch, unless it was to come closer to him. She'd given up on all her logical protests, rational arguments within her mind; all she wanted was for him to be close to her, never mind that it was late in the day and everyone would be wondering where they were.

His hand ran down her arm slowly, leaving a fiery trail behind in its wake, then back up again, so enticingly. He put her hand at the back of his head; she knew he loved it when she played with his hair, although she only ever touched him in such a way in the confines of their bedroom, when he'd made all her trepidations fade away so that they no longer mattered. He pressed a feather-light kiss to her collarbone and she shivered. She felt his smile at the base of her throat and his caressing whisper along the line of her neck, "You're driving your poor pati crazy..." He was driving her crazy.

"Kyun?" her voice came out in a sharp gasp, as he pressed heated kisses just under her ear.

"Because..." his mouth trailed along her jawbone, "...I need..." his hand moved to cup the side of her face to position her face just so, "you to kiss me...now."

She smiled, moving her mouth just out of his reach because she knew it would torment him, "I thought you were in love with my eyes, you kept saying you were getting lost in them, but now you're telling me you want my kiss?"

"I do love your eyes," he admitted, and he let an infinitesimal amount more of his body to rest against hers. She felt it and her breath caught. "But...I love your lips even more..."

And she smiled up at him with her beautiful eyes and her beautiful lips and he got lost in all of her.