Chapter 38

*Nisha Pov*

“What are you doing?” Sudhir asked, walking inside the kitchen in the evening after returning from office.

“I am washing clothes.” I replied and continued to stir the tomato soup.

“Very funny.” He said hugging me from behind.

“I was not trying to.” I said smiling.

But I suddenly yelped when he pinched my neck. I threw a glare at him and then continued to stir frowning.

“Did it pained?” he asked.

“Yes!” I replied, lying.

“Ok!” he mumbled and suddenly started kissing there.

“Hey! We are in the kitchen.” I said, trying to release myself, but he has a strong hold on me.

“So?” he mumbled and started making a hickey there in short words.

“I don’t want to pour sugar instead of salt.” I replied and turned around in his arms turning off the stove.

“Looking good.” He said smiling.

“Thanks.” I whispered.

“I am not talking about you. I am talking about the hickey.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Ayesha! What is your Dad’s name?” I shouted from the kitchen, and he frowned at