All Strings Attached

Chapter Thirty Two

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I tighten my towel around me as I notice Dhushyanth's eyes trail down my neck. "Eyes on the sheets," I command, "you need to change them for me."

"Why do we have to change them at all?" Dhushyanth mutters, adding a sigh to showcase his exhaustion. "We have maids for a reason."

"You wish they'd be around so long," I throw at him. "Do you realise what the time is?"

"I'm not the one that took so long in the shower, am I?" He asks, his eyebrows wiggling suggesting explicit experiences from moments ago. "Not that I mind, honestly. Knowing you are satiated satisfies me too."

"Reddy," I whine, feeling my face heat up. "Shut up."

"I refuse," he rejects the idea right away. "And it would be a good idea for you to wear some clothes if you truly are quenched. Otherwise, I'm happy to go another round."

"I just wanted to put on fresh sheets first—" I begin to defend myself, crossing my hands over my chest to shield myself from his eyes.

It only makes my husband laugh, in an extremely cute way, even though, really, it should infuriate me since he's only laughing at my expense, knowing he's teased me plenty.

I feel the softness of my feelings in the way my heart flips, and almost feel myself making heart eyes at him.

"I will do it, my love," he assures me with an easy smile. "Just go get dressed."

It's not that he says he will change the sheets on the bed, it's not that he would rather do it himself than have me help him. It's the way he says it, the way he acts like it's not a big deal, like he's not doing me a favour that truly makes my heart swell with affection for my husband.

I circle his face with both my hands and crack my knuckles against my temples, causing them to pop, making me raise my eyebrows. "Dhishti theepinchuko, poddhuna."

Dhushyanth chuckles, turning pink as he focuses on tucking the bedsheets under the mattress, entirely avoiding my gaze. Is this the same guy from literally fifteen minutes ago? Demanding that I moan louder and louder?

Isn't Dhushyanth Reddy the spectacle.

I put on a simple Kurti and a pair of leggings to go downstairs and warm up some food for my husband, even if the last thing I want to do is to have to change out of these clothes and wear something else when I go to bed in a few minutes.

Things a marriage does to you.

"Why are you dressed up?" Dhushyanth asks when I return from the bathroom after putting on my clothes.

"I need to go down and bring you something to eat, don't I?"
"I can do that myself," he says, "you don't have to worry about it. Go change into your pyjamas, I'll warm up my food."

"You go wear some clothes. I'll bring your food before you're back," I promise him, "you don't know where they put things in the kitchen anyway."

Dhushyanth smiles softly, his wet hair falling over his forehead as he nods slowly. I smile back and tip toe to kiss his cheek, which he accepts with enthusiasm, making me chuckle.

But just as I move away, he holds my hand, pulling me back to stand in front of him.

I raise my eyebrows at his somber countenance, feeling the sudden shift in the room.

"Can I ask you something?"

Such an innocent question, but it makes the strongest people weak in their knees, doesn't it? Unfortunately, I'm not the strongest person, and this question comes from my husband so not only does it make me weak enough in the knees to grasp onto his hands a little tighter, but it also makes my heart pace up ridiculously.