Ambivalence

Our Shared Ecstasy

Sharvansh's POV

As I gazed down at her peaceful face, nestled against my chest, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. Her delicate features were softened in sleep, her lips forming a gentle smile as she dreamed. With a playful impulse, I tapped lightly on her nose, prompting a slight frown to appear on her brow. She snuggled closer to me in response, seeking warmth and comfort in my embrace. I decided to tease her further, gently poking her cheeks. To my surprise, she stirred and muttered sleepily, "Yaar yeh machar kitna pareshaan karte hai,"

(These mosquitoes are so annoying.)

Did she just compare me to a mosquito?

"Mrs. Sharvansh, aap apne pati ko machchar bol rahi hai?" I asked incredulously, a hint of amusement in my voice.

(Mrs. Sharvansh, are you calling your husband a mosquito?)

She cracked open one eye to peer up at me, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. "Toh machchar jaisi harkate kyun kar rahe hai," she retorted playfully before burrowing back into my chest, her words laced with drowsiness.

(Well, if you're acting like one,)

I couldn't help but chuckle at her response, amazed by her ability to bounce back even in her sleep. With a shake of my head and a fond smile, I held her close, grateful for her presence and the lighthearted moments we shared.

"Cherry, wake up, it's 8 am already," I teased, although it was only 6 am.

She shot up in bed, panic evident in her eyes as she muttered, "Hey bhagwan, 8 baj gaye. Aapne mujhe pehle kyu nhi uthaya. Mera phone kaha hai, aah mera sar,"

(Oh God, it's 8 o'clock already? Why didn't you wake me up earlier? Where's my phone? Oh, my head...)

I gently pulled her back down, soothingly saying, "Shh, aaram se, aaj sunday hai aur abhi sirf 6 baje hai,"

(Shh, relax. It's Sunday today, and it's only 6 am.)

Her eyes widened in realization, and she immediately punched my chest, scolding me, "Kya aap bhi, meri neend kharab kardi." Her cheeks flushed with mock anger.

(You? You've ruined my sleep.)

She laid on the bed, turning her back to me, a slight pout on her lips. Angry Aaradhya might just be my favorite version of her. I chuckled softly, admiring her adorable display of irritation.

"Aapko hasi aarhi? Jaayi ye mujhe aapse baat nhi karni," she said, her voice slightly muffled from facing away.

(You're laughing, aren't you? Fine, I don't want to talk to you,) 

I couldn't resist teasing her, so I leaned in closer and planted a kiss on her cheek. "Cherry," I whispered.

"Hmm?" She responded, still avoiding looking at me.

I kissed her cheek again, eliciting a small smile from her. "Cherry," I repeated, kissing her once more.

Her smile widened, and she finally turned towards me. I leaned in for a kiss, but she stopped me by placing her palm on my lips. "Not yet, I haven't brushed my teeth," she murmured.

"So, didn't I," I said to her, trying to reason with her.

But she still shook her head in refusal. I sighed, knowing exactly what she needed, and reached for a mouth freshener. I always kept one handy for moments like these.

"Now, it's fine," I assured her, offering her the mouth freshener.

She hesitantly took the mouth freshener and used it, then set it aside. Seeing her ready, I leaned in and captured her lips, gently pinning her hands above her head. Inserting my tongue inside her mouth, I tasted the sweet liquid of strawberry, exploring every corner of her mouth. My hands roamed on her back, finding the laces of her dress. Pulling the dress down, I gripped her bosom, earning a moan from her.