Vikram smiled, placing a kiss on his wife’s shoulder.
Keerthi frowned, poking her husband’s chest when he didn’t reply.
“You didn’t say anything”, she pointed out.
“I Love Myself too. Thank you”, Vikram teased.
“Is it like that?”, Keerthi smirked at her husband.
“Yes Missus”, Vikram ran his finger over the the elastic of his wife’s pants.
“Don’t expect me to say the words either then.”
Vikram didn’t like to repeatedly mention to his wife that he loved her.
He loved hearing it from her though.
“You can’t really not say”, Vikram said dryly.
“And why is that?”, Keerthi quirked an eyebrow.
“You speak your mind majority of the time. So if it’s in your head that you want to remind me that you love me, you won’t rest until you do”, Vikram shrugged.
Keerthi stared at her husband open mouthed.
It was staggering that her husband knew so much about her, already.
“So you mean to say I am not in your head?”
“You are”, Vikram assured his wife,”But I don’t find the necessity to hint to you that I Love You all the time. It should be an understandable thing. I expect you to know it, even if I don’t say the words. Even if we are not on good terms, I will love you.”
“You know, you could have just said ‘I love you too’ instead of saying so much.”
“Not really”, Vikram shrugged, fondling his wife’s ass, lifting her thighs a bit so she fit his palm,”I find the concept of couples confessing their love to each other all the time strange. Even though we love each other, I don’t see the need to constantly intimate to you about the lack of change in my feelings. I know that I love you, just like I also know you reciprocate. Anything more than that is just an unnecessary constant reminder to the other partner in the relationship.”
“So me saying that ‘I love you’ is an unnecessary constant reminder to you”, Keerthi bit her lip. Her husband’s moving hands were distracting her.
“No. We are different in various aspects. You find the need to verbally express your emotions in this particular aspect. I feel more comfortable in showing my love, rather than saying it, be it just physically or doing the things that you like”, Vikram stated,”But I cannot deny it, I like it when you say the three words to me. It feels good. Although , I am being a hypocrite here. I find saying it too overrated, even if I like hearing it from you.”
Keerthi sighed,”You can say it one time.”
Vikram grinned, squishing his wife in his arms,”I love you too”, he kissed his wife.
“But you better say it everytime I say it.”
“Is this you indirectly telling me that you are not going to say it anymore?”, Vikram slipped his hand into his wife’s pants, cupping her bare ass.
Keerthi moaned when she felt her husband squeeze her ass, pinching it. She took a deep breath, elbowing her husband when his words made sense.
“Vikram”, Keerthi whined.
“Let me kiss you Keerthi. Stop talking”, Vikram mumbled against his wife’s lips.
Keerthi gaped at her husband, ducking her head, as she gave him a teasing smile.
Vikram laughed,”You are sitting on me. You don’t exactly have much of a choice”, Vikram squished his wife’s cheeks, biting her lips.
Keerthi flushed, leave it to her husband to keep reminding him that she was on his lap,”Am I not heavy?”, she asked, conscious.
“You are”, Vikram teased.
“Get lost”, Keerthi huffed, attempting to get off her husband.
“But I like holding you”, Vikram positioned his wife better on his lap.
Keerthi bit her lips to prevent the smile threatening her lips. She kept a straight face though, trying to get off.”Leave me, since I am ‘heavy’ “.
“I don’t mind.”
“I do.”
“Good God woman! Stop moving around on my lap.”
Keerthi smirked inwardly, satisfied, as she shuffled again.
“It’s going to be ridiculous if I walk out of the flight with a boner.”
“Your problem”, Keerthi shrugged,”Why did you have to comment about my weight?”
“I didn’t”, Vikram hissed,”I only answered your question. And if you continue to move, I assure you, it’s going to be your problem.”
“I am fat”, Keerthi tossed at her husband, after some time.
“I don’t mind”, Vikram teased, understanding his wife’s game.
Keerthi glowered at her husband, controlling the urge to strangle him.” Get lost”, she barked, jumping off her husband.
Vikram pulled his wife back, throwing his head back in laughter,”Exactly. Don’t play these tricks with me”, he teased, smothering her in his arms.
“Vikram. You shouldn’t comment about a girl’s weight. It’s like.. a sin”
“Since when have you been a conventional girl?”
“Conventional or not, I’m a girl too.”
“Keerthi, you are my wife. Technically, wife is the only person a man can speak to, without a filter. So stop this conventional nonsense. If I think you are fat, I am going to say it. If I think you are thin, I am going to say it too. Your health matters to me. If I see you starving, I am going to scold you. If I see you eating to your heart’s content, I’ll be happier. You being thin or fat doesn’t matter to me, because I already love you. It would have probably mattered in the early days, when we still didn’t know much about the other. While looks play a role, I don’t believe in looks being the base of any relationship.”
“Look at you. Talking in monologues today.”
“What to do? You don’t understand anything I say without essay long explanations.”
“So, you actually think I’m fat?”, Keerthi wondered out loud. She thought she wasn’t.
She wasn’t skinny, sure. But she didn’t know if she was fat, though she had good amount of flesh on her bones.
Vikram glared at his wife,”What the hell is wrong with you?”
“That’s not the correct answer.”
“You are giving me a headache.”
“No. Don’t be mean. I’m going to wail like a baby if you shout at me now”, Keerthi declared.
Vikram laughed out loud, his wife’s response throwing him in a loop.
“So stop working your brain so much.”
“Why can’t you say?”, she didn’t know why she was being so persistent. She wanted him to find her attractive, fat or not.
Deep down, she didn’t want her husband to think she was fat. At least, she didn’t want him to say it out loud even if he thought she was. But she didn’t want him to lie either.
Poor guy, he was going to get slaughtered either way, Keerthi’s lips twitched.
“Keerthi, my opinion shouldn’t matter to you.”
It didn’t, actually. Vikram was right. His opinion didn’t matter to Keerthi. She only wanted to hear what he thought of her.
Instead she replied.
“You are my husband. Of course your opinion matters.”
“Not in these kind of things. It should not”, Vikram was losing his patience. What was wrong with his wife.
“Why can’t you sa-”
“Shut up. That’s enough.”