"Thank you." He gave a dull boring smile, pulling the girly t-shirt over his head to remove it, meanwhile, his wife was having the best time of her life by watching him shirtless, his sexist unclothed body causing her heart to flutter with instruments of wildness and love.
Sameer undoubtedly looked too hot to resist, his toned muscles, his dripping sweat, the fitness he gracefully acquired in his alluring personality, those broad masculine shoulders that never failed to carry her feathery body protectively, his ballooned chest taking stable breaths that weren't audible to hear yet had the crazy charm to enchant the woman gazing at him with passion blooming in her irises. Naina literally fell in love with her husband's fascinating physical attributes, wishing to kiss every bit of it the entire night and making him moan her name in a low, sensual voice. She rested her folded knuckles under her chin while gawking at him without an ounce of hesitation and shyness, wondering how she gotta be so damn lucky to have found the goddess of manly beauty for eternity. It must have taken almighty years of immense hard work to sculpt a handsome man like Sameer with every inch of his body built with strength and courage to shake her self-control.
Isn't she swooning over him a way too much?
Maybe?
Who does care?
He is her husband, she has the right to ogle at him all day and night without feeling bored and exhausted.
Silently admiring him and his hypnotizing movements has been her favorite thing to do since forever and she would never stop doing what makes her feel contented and happy from within.
"Mujhe ghur ke ho gaya ho toh ab so jao jaaneman...par aise shareef bando ko ghurna ache ghar ki ladkiyon ko shobha nahi deta." Sameer's whimsical remark caused her smile to deepen as she said naughtily - "Pyaar me aur apne pati se kaisi sharafat meri jaan?"
He grinned at her peerless boldness to give such a double-meaning reply, and something caught his attention, making him inform her in amusement while he sustained combing his wet hair - "Yeh tum Meri Jaan bahut bolne lagi ho aaj kal mujhe, not fair Mrs.Raut, mera diya hua nickname bhi chura liya mera dil aur mera surname ke baad."
"Main toh aayi hi hoon tumhara sab kuch churane." Naina uttered, in a deep voice, staring at his turned figure with unfiltered affection.
"Bahut badi wali chor nikli tum toh yaar." Sameer chuckled at his wife, keeping back the comb as he began to take long strides toward the girl he loved the most.
"Aur tum bhi bahut bade wale woh...woh..." Naina stammered while chewing her thumbnail as she couldn't find a suitable word to finish her sentence, and her oh-so-adorable antics like a toddler just uplifted his heart with joy transitioning into his soft eyes.
"Paise barbaad tumhari education ke." Sameer exclaimed dramatically, hovering on the occupied bed next to his perplexed wife.
"Hindi me kuch bolte hai us word ko but abhi naam hi yaad nahi aa raha." She furrowed her eyebrows in sheer annoyance, attempting to remember the exact word she learned years ago while overhearing Sonali's and Radhika's useless talks.
"Jaane do, I love getting robbed by you...bas itna kaafi hai." He replied to her with a cheeky smile, rubbing his nose on her shoulder.
With this Sameer commenced trailing off warm kisses on her curvy neck as he had been waiting for this opportunity for long, his fingers wandering all over her back to untie the knotted strings of her nightgown, and Naina curled her teensy-weensy toes in excitement, relishing his saliva blending with the provocative scent of her lotion. He took control of his beautiful wife by kissing the rim of her tender ear, leaving goosebumps on her forearms.
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