Imperfectly Yours?

Tired and drained from his long day at work, Advik entered his room and was surprised to find Yashvi measuring the length of their room while talking on the phone. She twirled the loose strands of her hair between her fingers, her face reflecting a mix of concentration and distraction.

Yashvi noticed him and, with a smile, bid farewell to the person on the phone. She poured a glass of water and handed it to him. Advik accepted it with a tired smile and gulped it down. It had been a grueling week of relentless work, with early mornings and late nights, leaving him with minimal time for anyone, even his wife.

"Dinner?" Yashvi asked as she pulled an ottoman and sat down. He shook his head, taking off his socks.

"I already had dinner with some clients," he replied, stifling a yawn. The disappointment on her face was evident as she looked at the untouched tray of food she had prepared. They had a microwave and mini refrigerator in their room, and she had thoughtfully brought their dinner there.

"You had yours?" he asked, glancing at her while opening his socks.

Yashvi didn't respond. She got up and headed to her side of the room, taking out her moisturizer. Her hands moved methodically, applying it to her legs, arms, and neck. Advik sighed, realizing that he had disappointed her.

Advik walked over to the microwave, retrieved the tray of food, and quickly warmed up the Rajasthani kadi and masala bhindi. He quickly prepared a plate for her and walked over.

"Yashvi," he said gently, setting the plate aside and looking at her. Her eyes were teary as she stared at him.

"Yaar, don't cry," he groaned, quickly wiping away the tears that had escaped her eyes.

Yashvi's tears were a mix of emotions that had built up over the past week. She was happy to see her husband but also hurt by his long work hours and tiredness. His loving gesture of warming her dinner almost made her cry, and his voice, filled with a mix of frustration and tenderness, was the tipping point. 

"I miss you so much, Advik. It has been a week since we haven't talked properly. I miss waking up in your arms, I miss your kisses, I miss your teasing, I miss your care, and, moreover, I miss my husband so much," she spoke with a heavy heart. 

As he looked at her, he smiled, touched by her words. She gently caressed the dark circles beneath his eyes, and he held her wrist, pushing her against the bed as he crashed his lips onto her, taking her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her eyes widened for a second before she registers and grabs his collars, pulling him closer as she kisses him as hard as she can. He smirked, biting on her lower lip making her wince. Advik's hand sneaks inside her top as he traces her spine with his index and middle finger making her shudder as she felt her core heating up. Her hands glided through his shirt, opening the first few buttons as she placed her hand directly over his chest, making him stop kissing her for a moment. 

As she hesitantly tried withdrawing her hand, he uttered, "I am yours." and quickly discarded his shirt throwing it away. She looked into his eyes and took his lips in between hers as she traced her hands all through his chest down to his abdomen. He was craving for her touch and becoming an addict for her. He felt his heart beating loudly, thrashing to come out and take the woman in his arms to the skies of love and pleasure.

It wasn't the sexual satisfaction he felt inside of him, rather it was something deeper. He craved her in the way he never did for anyone. He felt his skin tingling with the sensations as she traced his back and abdomen with her hands.

She pulled away, her breath ragged, but still not entirely satisfied. He gazed at her, kissing her forehead. His hand rested beside her head as he took in the sight of her flushed face, swollen lips, and tousled hair.