Abhinav noticed the gloom clouding her. One evening, while she sulked on their bed, he decided teasing might work. He leaned against the doorframe, arms folded.
“You know,” he said casually, “I think you’re purposely saving up your gummy smiles for some secret admirer.”
Her head jerked up. “What?! No!”
He smirked slightly—a dangerous rare thing. “Then it must be me you’re torturing. Cruel wife. Married two years and you still expect me to live on soldier discipline… You’re truly a pervert.”
Her jaw dropped, scandalized. “ME?! You’re the one who—”
He stepped closer, chuckling. Gunnu’s innocent blush betrayed her. She buried her face into her pillow, groaning. “You’re impossible, Abhinav.”
He bent closer, whispering in her ear. “And you secretly like it.”
Her laughter finally spilled free, sunshine returning. Just like that, he teased her out of shadows.
Write a comment ...