It was Sunday, and here I was, sitting and just thinking about him. I miss him. I want to hug him and kiss all over his face.

Aghh, what am I thinking?  It can't be possible as he is busy with the project. He is so determined to complete it before marriage. 

Before I could dwell in my thoughts, my house's bell rang- is it my parents? But they would be coming tomorrow.

Who could be here so late?

Groaning, I stood up from the bed, wearing my slippers, and went to open the door. As I opened the door, his big frame came into view, and my heart flipped. My face softened as I took a look at him- his eyes looked tired, his face a little sad, and his clothes were wrinkled. And then I noticed, both his hands were behind him, as if he was hiding something, a frown took over me.

"Are you fine?" I asked, looking at him with concern.

"Now, I am," he said, and pulled me into a hug with his one hand while the other stayed behind. My head touched his chiselled chest, wrapping my hands around his neck, I pulled him closer- somehow providing him my warmth.

After a minute-long hug, I pulled away and asked, "What are you hiding behind?"

"Well, well, I will tell, but you won't let me enter?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Come inside." I said, and we both made our way towards my bedroom.

"I am so tired." He said as he sat on the bed.

"I know, but first tell me what you brought."

"Haw, such a bad girl." He said.

"I am. Now tell me."

"Sure, Ma'am." He spoke and gave me lavender along with a packet of Kinder Joy. 

"Aweee, so sweet of you, Mr. Bansal," I spoke, my eyes sparkled with excitement.

"I only mentioned I love lavender one time, and you remembered. Thank you so much." I said as I went towards him, sat down on his lap, and started kissing his face. Pecking him all over the face.

"Of course, I remember everything about you, Ritika." He giggled as he settled me on his lap, his hands encircled around my waist.

I looked at him fondly and hugged him. He pulled me closer, decreasing the distance between us.

"You are the best," I whispered and kissed his cheek.

"Well, for you, I want to be." He spoke and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

I smiled and suddenly realisation hit me- I. Was. Sitting. On. His. Lap-

My cheeks burned, and suddenly it was so hot, I could feel his breath on my shoulder.

Fuck.

I started moving away from his lap, but suddenly his husky voice stopped me, "Ritika, stop moving, baby."

And my breath hitched- the way he called my name, and the meaning behind his line was -

"Ritika?"

I hummed.

"Can we sleep together?" He spoke, his voice now tired.

"Yes," I said as I slipped away from his arms and kept the flowers and the chocolates on the table and slept on the bed, and indicated to him to come near me.

His face lit up, and soon he was between my arms, his hands around my waist, while his face nuzzled against my neck.

"You know, before you came, I was thinking of you," I said as I touched his soft hair.

"What were you thinking?"He asked as he pulled me closer to him, leaving no distance between us.

"us cuddling."

"Well, I made it true, Mrs. Bansal." I smiled.

"What did you tell your mother?"

"I told her that I am staying with  Dipu, and this time I made sure he knows." He laughed.

"So, you were sure that I would let you sleep?" I teased.

"No, no, if you had denied, I would have slept on the sofa." My heart warmed at his words.

"You are such a cutie, Mr. Bansal," I said and kissed his head.

"Cute and me?"

"Yes, a cutie." He laughed.

I spoke, and soon our eyes got heavy and we both slept in each other's warmth.

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I moved in my sleep, but suddenly my eyes opened, feeling a weight on me. And a small smile played on my face- he was snuggling in my arms, and it felt so good. His warmth engulfed me, providing me the comfort that I always craved.

So this is how my mornings will be after marriage going to be after marriage- him in my arms, my hands around his body. A good feeling settled inside me, and my heart raced. 

"Good morning, baby." He spoke in his husky, deep morning voice that sent a shiver down my spine.

He rubbed his beard against my neck, the ticklish warmth making me giggle.

"Good morning Ji." I replied as I touched his soft hair, ruffling it.

"I want to wake up like this daily- beside you."

"Twelve days more," I whispered.

He looked up and smiled at me, "It was the best sleep of my life," and with that, he started pecking my face. 

I giggled, "Stop it."

We were in our world when my phone rang. I picked up my phone and my eyes widened, "Oh shit, it's my mother."

He frowned and asked me to pick up. I nodded and picked up, "Yes, ma?"

"Ritika, open the door. We are outside." And my heart beat dropped.

I looked at him with my widened eyes- we were cooked.

Fuck.

A/N

hey beauties! How was the chapter?

While writing them, something is healing inside me.

Anyways, thank you for reading, I love you all<3