59. Point of view!

Vladimir's POV

I looked at her as she poured antiseptic liquid on a cotton pad. I know that pain is coming, I hissed when she cleaned the wound with more than necessary pressure.

My eyes roamed on her mad face, call me crazy but she looks too hot when she is angry.

Her free strand teased her cheek and those sweet lips, I feel jealous realising how lucky it is.

I leaned back on the bed so she could lean closer to me, it's been so many days that I haven't held her in my arms. I miss it.

I miss my little fierce wife.

She glared at me when she realised what I was trying to do. You can't win against me baby, I am an old player.

"It's hurting!"

I said. This is my second time giving myself a wound so I can make her touch me. First that bullet wound and now this cut.

"Good!"

She replied focusing on my wound.

"Why?"

I asked amused. She is giving savage replies now a days and I love it.

I really felt bad when she burnt my bouquet but then I realised that she is burning just like that.

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