Keerthi smiled to herself as she mixed Vikram’s and her coffee. The smile on her lips was ever present since their intimacy last night. She hoped no one asked the reason for it.
Vikram smothered his laughter when his wife handed him his coffee mug, her cheeks flushed. His wife seemed to have a permanent blush on her cheeks, after their union.
He suppressed a teasing comment. They were in the living room with his family.
He chatted away with his brother for a little while, long after his wife went to bed.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Keerthi jumped when she heard her husband.
“Uh. Wh-”
Vikram took long steps, shutting his closet door, as he bridged himself between his wife and wardrobe.”Don’t touch my stuff”, Vikram snapped.
He took a deep breath. It was a close call. The negligee he had bought for her was in there. He didn’t want his wife to see it, and misunderstand.
“No. I-”
“Don’t meddle with my things, Keerthi.”
Keerthi glared at her husband, angry tears blurring her vision,”I am not going through your things. Mom had asked me to get our clothes for ironing.”
Vikram ran a hand through his hair, calming down. He snapped at his wife out of fear. He didn’t want her to see it and think something. There was still time for him to gift her that piece of cloth. They weren’t that comfortable with each other yet.
He knew his wife would read the situation differently.
He scratched his stubble when he heard his wife sniff. Good God.
“I hadn’t taken anything. Give your own clothes”, Keerthi said softly, walking away.
Vikram slammed his closet shut. He felt guilty when he heard her soft sniffles. She really wasn’t at fault. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Vikram wanted to make love to his wife. That was all he could think of since morning, and his wife was crying now.
“Stop crying”, Vikram said softly, he hoped his tone was gentle.
His patience was running thin.
Though he vowed to not upset his wife too much, he couldn’t really do anything if she cried at the simplest of things.
He waited for the day she glared at him, screaming back at him instead of crying. He felt like a loon, wanting them to have a screaming match.
But he honestly preferred it if his wife yelled back at him, instead of crying.
Keerthi stared at her husband, upset.
” I haven’t said anything for you to start crying. Don’t cry?”, he wiped his wife’s tears.
Keerthi pressed her lips thin. The way her husband had said it made it seem like she made an issue out of everything.
“If you don’t like something , you can say it too. I have a problem with other people meddling with my things. So I asked you to let it be. You have to understand that I don’t like certain things, instead of crying everytime I say something”, he said softly.
Their few months of marriage made Vikram realise than tone of speech was more important than content.
Keerthi only wiped her tears, sniffing.
“Good”, Vikram smiled.
Keerthi glared at her husband’s arms around her waist,”Don’t touch me.”
Vikram was having enough, as he turned his wife around, facing her, glaring at her,”Stop acting like a brat.”
Keerthi stared at her husband. She wondered if he really loved her.
He was just so mean sometimes.
“Yeah. I don’t like certain things too. I don’t like it when you shout at me when I’m already crying, and then you are hugging me as though you haven’t shouted at me moments ago?”, Keerthi spat. She was so angry.
“I don’t shout at you every time you cry. But this time, there is literally no reason for you to cry. ”
Vikram wanted to kick himself when he saw his wife start to tear up again. He wanted her to try though, just like he was.
Was asking her to have an argument without crying that far fetched?
Keerthi sniffed, tears filling her eyes. It was useless to talk to her husband when he was angry. He would just say the exact things that would hurt her.
She wiped her face.
She thought the harmony in their marriage will last longer, now that they made love.
She understood it didn’t really change anything.
They had just gotten closer in the physical aspect. Emotionally, they still had a long way to go.
“Okay. I’m Sorry”, she apologized, though she didn’t know why she did.
Vikram glared at his wife,”Why are you apologizing? Because you cried?”Vikram couldn’t stop the taunt that left his lips.
“Vikram , please.”
Vikram pressed his lips thin. He didn’t want to make his wife cry too much. She technically wasn’t at fault.
“Come here”, he pulled her into a hug.
“So what should I do then?”, Keerthi answered her husband’s question,”I am only human. I agree I cry for the randomest things. But I don’t criticise you for your temper everytime we fight. I know it’s your weakness. Similarly, why can’t you understand that I am only human too. I have my own set of weaknesses as well. Being sensitive is my weakness. As my partner, I expect you to understand it, instead of making me feel worse”, Keerthi looked at her husband.
Vikram was stunned at his wife’s response. He hadn’t really thought of it that way.
His heart filled with happiness though, that his wife spoke back, voicing out her mind, instead of just crying profusely.
They were going to make their marriage work.
He cupped his wife’s cheeks, wiping her tears away, pulling her into another hug, smiling when she wrapped her hands around his back.
“I am Sorry”, Vikram kissed his wife’s forehead when she pulled away.
Keerthi sniffed, wiping her nose. She couldn’t stop herself when she opened her mouth,”Why are you Sorry?”
Vikram laughed,”Touche.”
They were getting there. Slowly, but surely.
Vikram tilted his wife’s face up, placing a small kiss on her moist lips,”I Love You”, he whispered.
“Do you?”, Keerthi mumbled against her husband’s lips.
Vikram smiled,”I do.”
“But you get so angry sometimes”, Keerthi’s lips quivered.
Vikram cupped his wife’s jaw, stroking her neck, as he gazed at her.”I Love You. But that does not mean I am going to agree with everything you say. I’m only going to respect your choices, even if I don’t like some of them, out of love for you. Just because I am in love with you does not mean I am going to suddenly behave in a particular manner, nor do I expect you to. I belong to myself first, and only then to you.”
Keerthi only nodded. Her husband’s words made sense, hardcore reality hitting her face.
The illusion she had of love was very different from reality.
“I Love You too”, she whispered, standing on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck.
Vikram ran his hands over his wife’s waist, hugging her tighter, his hands going inside her top, smiling when his wife pressed into him when he unhooked her bra.
Keerthi’s heart hammered when her legs straddled her husband’s hips, his hands palming her ass. She ran her hand on his back, smiling when she heard her husband hiss when she kissed the side of his neck, nipping it gently.
Vikram was thrilled when his wife ran his hands on his bare chest, feeling him up, as she pulled him in for a kiss.
He loved her initiation, though it was just a kiss.
Keerthi moaned when her husband squished her breast, stiffening slightly when he pulled her top over her head. She smiled at him shyly, running a hand on his shoulders, allowing him to undress her.
She bit her lip, shuddering when she felt her husband rove his hands on her body, settling on her upper thigh, caressing it softly.
Vikram nuzzled his wife’s breasts, biting the inside of it softly, as he sucked on the skin.
Keerthi moaned, wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck tightly, shivering from the erotic rubbing of each other’s naked skin.
Vikram boldly held his wife’s hand, bringing it down his chest, to his pubic hair, to his erect member, hoping his wife didn’t get too uncomfortable.
He almost jumped in relief when his wife only held him tighter, stroking him gently, long after he removed his hand. He dug his face into his wife’s neck, sucking on her skin as she pumped him.
He stopped her when he felt he would cum. He wanted to be inside his wife when he came. He gave his wife a hard kiss, moving his hands lower, checking if she was ready for the intrusion.
Keerthi moaned when her husband ran his fingers on her folds, juices leaking her as he spread her legs, positioning himself in between.
Vikram sat up, running his appendage on his wife’s entrance, their precums mixing with the others’.
He pulled a condom over his member, hissing in delight as he entered his wife, inch by inch.
Keerthi moaned when her husband entered her completely, deliciously filling her, her mind going blank when he rubbed circles on her clit as he moved.
Vikram took a sharp breath when his wife contracted her walls around him, the tightness of her walls making sweat coat his body, as he moved in and out.
Though he wanted to increase his pace, he didn’t want to hurt his wife. She maybe sore.
Keerthi welcomed the kiss her husband gave, her breath hitching when he thrusted into her, the position felt deep and intimate than when he sat up.
She wrapped her legs around her husband’s butt, hissing when his entire length entered her at once.
Ouch.
Vikram pulled away a little, continuing to plunge inside his wife as he bruised her mouth, their hands intertwined, the couple stiffening as they found their release.
Vikram rested his head on his wife’s chest, still inside her as he caught his breath.
Keerthi welcomed the intimacy with her husband, her hand moving gently in Vikram’s hair, acutely aware of her husband inside her.
She felt overwhelmed with all the love she felt for her husband.
“I Love You.”
Vikram smiled lifting his head up from his wife’s chest, placing a kiss on her moist breast, licking through the valley of her breasts,”I Love You too.”
Keerthi winced when her husband pulled away, her insides throbbing in pain. She felt full as long as her husband was inside her, so when her husband pulled away, she felt weirdly empty.
She blushed when she saw her husband discard the used condom.
Keerthi felt odd, this was the second time they had sex, and both the times she wanted to pee after.
Was it a natural thing to want to pee after sex? , She frowned.
She had to do some research on that.
She squeaked in surprise when her husband pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her.
Keerthi couldn’t stop her hands running on her husband’s chest, she found him too manly, especially when he was bare.
She shifted closer, blushing.
Vikram touched his wife everywhere , his hands running over her frame possessively, his lips twitching when her heard his wife moan when he pulled his wife’s leg over his, their intimates in direct contact.
He found his hand squeezing her ass, spreading her ass cheeks as he ran a finger downwards, satisfied when he felt the wetness coat his fingers.
Keerthi moaned, clutching onto her husband’s back, as her husband pushed a finger inside her, her legs involuntarily spreading , to give him more area to touch.
Vikram smiled, was his wife up for another round?
He glanced at his wife’s closed eyes, moaning in pleasure as he fingered her.
Maybe she was, his lips twitched.
Mewls of protest escaped Keerthi when her husband pulled away, her breath catching when her husband turned her around, her cheeks flushed when she understood.
Vikram positioned himself, running a hand on wife’s thigh, fondling them for a bit, before he plunged into her, the second time for the night.