Haq hai aapka

“Ainda kabhi apne maang ko is tarah suna na rakhein jab tak hum saas le rahe hain.”

She nodded and took his large hand in her smaller ones bringing it to her forehead as to show him respect.

“Aap Jake fresh ho jayein, thak gaye honge aap.”

Aadhya took her time showering and when she returned back she saw Vikram on the bed all freshened up. She took small steps towards their marital bed and was about to get inside the duvet when she remembered and quickly ran towards the dressing table to get the little case and bought it to her husband forwarding it to him.

Vikram looked at her in a questioning gaze.

“Humari maang bhar dijiye. Ek hafte Tak aapko hi humare maang bharni hogi. Ma ne bataya tha yeh riwaaz(fictional) hai yahan ki.”

Ek hafte kya hum toh jeevan bhar aapke Maang bharne ko taiyaar hain. Vikram said inwardly. He took the vermilion and smeared it on his little wife's hair line again, with pride. She was his and he will do anything to keep her his forever.

He gently wiped off the vermilion which fell on her nose with his thumb, making Aadhya gasp with nervousness. He ran his thumb over her cheeks and slowly it inched to her lips.

Aadhya’s chest was raising and falling with anticipation. She felt him inching closer to her and as he was to reach for her luscious lips she quickly uttered

“Doodh pilijiye pehle” she slapped her mouth the moment she realized her words and Vikram laughed at her nervousness. He reached down and picked the glass of milk, bringing it to his lips he drank half of it and offered the rest to his little wife.

“Hum nahi pee sakte, ye aapke liye hai.”

“Humse zyada aapko iski Shakti ki zarurat hogi.” Aadhya turned beet red realizing the meaning behind it. She quickly stood up and went to her side of the bed and pulled the duvet over her head.

Aadhya felt her husband's large hand come over her waist and pulled her close to his chest. She was very small compared to his built frame. He stood over 6.5feet whereas she was just 5.4feet. His lips came over her silk clad shoulder. She took a deep breath in when she felt his kisses linger over her shoulder and her bare neck. She fisted the duvet hard and shut her eyes tight.

Vikram smiled but continued to kiss her over her night suit (silk pyjama suit). His hand went inside her tops and came in contact with her bare stomach to which she tucked in, breathing hard.

“Kya hum aapko iss tarah chu sakte hain?” He asked softly in his deep voice and she nodded a yes.

“Haq hai aapka” she said nervously not meeting his eyes.