Keerthi was in her room,freshening up,as she hummed to herself. She wore a red top and a black track pant, moisturizing her skin as she rubbed circles on her feet as she sat on the edge of the bath tub, delaying getting out of the room as she recollected her mother in law's words. "Vikram was looking for you. Talk to him,yeah?" The words were simple,not really that fear worthy that she had to hide in the washroom. But she was in no mood to talk to her husband. Every conversation with him lead to an argument. And she had a brilliant day,she wanted it to remain the same. She glanced at her phone by the sink, nine twenty.

Vikram ascended the stairs in haste,not wanting to be late to his meeting. "Why are you in such a hurry?",Sakshi asked bewildered, seeing her son. "I am busy Mom",Vikram waved his mother away,"I have some work. Will talk later",he said as he continued walking. He contemplated going to the study,but on a later thought, turned towards his room, which was much closer. He sighed, opening his laptop, as he quickly logged into Skype.Vikram acknowledged his employees' greetings as he got on with the meeting. "But what would have caused it?", Vikram questioned Raghav,his head manager. "Not sure Sir. But the clients are complaining tha

Keerthi blinked her eyes open when she felt too warm. She opened her eyes to find herself in her husband's embrace. They were cuddling,his one arm below Keerthi's neck, cushioning it and the other on her waist, with Keerthi's hand on Vikram's chest,their legs tangled under the sheet. Keerthi blushed. It was the first time she had been intimate with her husband. Though it felt new and a tad bit uncomfortable,she felt brilliant,on the whole,a warm feeling enveloping her after he respected her choice of not going further. She sighed,though her husband's embrace felt good,she felt hot. She raised her hand from under the blanket cocooning them, relishing when cold wind blew against her hand. Unknowingly,she felt her hand moving to her husband's hair, brushing it away from his forehead. W

Vikram didn't go to bed the whole night. Keerthi saw her husband sleeping on the couch when she woke up to an empty bed. She frowned at his behaviour. They had argued multiple times,but Vikram never resorted to such measures, Keerthi thought sadly. She ran a hand through his hair, letting him sleep,as she made way to the washroom. Vikram woke up to the bath running,wincing when he tried to move his neck. He got up,massaging his neck,as he sat on the couch, flinging his legs over the table in front of the couch. He stood up when he heard the washroom door open. He saw his wife exiting when he was near. They look at each other,each having so much to say but choosing not to.

Vikram woke up to his wife's soft snores,his arm under his wife's neck, which was probably sore now,and the other loosely draped around her waist,on her skin, where her shirt had ridden up,while his wife's hand rested on his chest,his legs locking hers' in between his. Vikram brushed a disturbing strand away, blocking his view,his wife's face.She looked too tempting to leave alone. He looked at the time. Six fifteen. Too early to wake up,even on a week day. He contemplated between letting her sleep and kissing her. At the end,he decided with kissing her softly. He pecked her lips softly,a feather light touch.