Page 181 of Lawfully Yours

She almost held her laugh seeing his state as he turned and stalked toward the bedroom, muttering something under his breath. He knew she was only testing his patience, but if she didn’t stop this now, he didn’t know how he would hold on to his patience anymore.

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A few minutes later

Kushal stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of their bedroom, his shirt half undone, almost hanging loose against his sculpted chest. His gaze stayed fixed on the city skyline, though his mind was far from it.

That’s when he saw her reflection in the glass as she entered the room.Finally!

He didn’t turn.

Not even when she walked closer and curled her arms around his waist from behind.

“Naraaz ho? (Angry with me?)” Her cheek brushed the fabric of his shirt as she whispered, her fingers playing with his bare chest.

He didn’t reply. He just moved her arms away from his chest. She knew she’d really tested his patience enough. So she did what she knew would work. Rising on her toes, she bit his earlobe softly and teasingly. Kushal swallowed hard. Still, he didn’t give in.

As he began to step away, toward the bed, her hand shot out, gripping his forearm firmly.

He froze when she moved towards him again, pressing her front to his back, wrapping her arms around him once more. This time, her lips brushed his neck.

“Dessert?” she asked.

He groaned under his breath this time. He was seconds away from losing control. But he still turned around, wondering what exactly she wanted.

“Dessert? Now?”

She nodded. “You know how much I love having dessert after a wholesome meal,” she said with a pout. “And I don’t like eating alone.”

That pout was new. And that did it for him. He knew her weakness for anything sweet. It was one of the countless things he adored about her. She wasn’t like the other women he’d known, forever counting calories and measuring bites. And tonight, of all nights, their Karwa Chauth, he couldn’t bring himself to deny her a single thing she desired.

“Bring it then. I’ll eat,” he said flatly, though the spark in his eyes gave him away.

She tilted her head. “Close your eyes first.”

“Excuse me?” He arched a brow as she held up a small black silk scarf, the same one she sometimes used to tie her hair.

“You’ll have to guess it right,” she smiled.

Nowthatcaught his interest. The challenge. He gave a half-laugh under his breath, realising she had probably planned all this. Purposely testing his patience, purposely delaying giving in to their desires. She definitely had something on her mind, and he couldn’t wait to know what that was.

He closed his eyes, without an argument, giving her a go-ahead. Arundhati covered his eyes with the scarf slowly.

“Trust me,” she whispered. “It’s your favourite dessert. You’ll love it.”

His smirk was his answer. Because whatever she had planned, he had now decided to play along.

Her fingers brushed his face as she tied the scarf snugly over his eyes, her eyes admiring his face with the same hunger and desire that he looked at her with. Her touch lingered a moment too long on his jawline before she pulled away.

Kushal was all in now. He just wanted to taste it, finish the little game, and then devour his wife in every way he’d been holding back. But the moment his vision disappeared behind the blindfold, she gave him a gentle push, and he landed on the bed with a soft thud. Sitting there, he immediately felt the shift in power. She was out of his reach, and he hated that he wasn’t the one in control anymore.

He heard the faint click of switches, as if the room dipped into darkness.

He straightened immediately. “Aru?”

“I’m here,” her voice came from somewhere across the room.

He frowned slightly. If she was still there, where was the dessert? When she’d entered the room earlier, she hadn’t been holding anything.