The Malhotras

Advait was sitting in his room. His head was buried in his hands and he was trying to understand everything. His mind was not able to settle with this new found information. But he only knew one thing no matter what had happened but his father was at fault not entirely but he was. He should have done so many things instead of cheating on his mother but he chose the wrong way with the right intentions. He could never forgive his father for running away from his responsibilities. His head was aching with the stress and a slight of guilt. He was feeling guilty for accusing his father because he was not entirely at fault. Angad could have mended everything from not running away and staying with the kids but he made the wrong decision again.

"Kya hua?" Shreya's voice made him look up at her.

He smiled at her despite of his throbbing head, "Nothing." He murmured.

Shreya glared at him and sat down beside him on the couch, "Aap har waqt itna stress lete rehte hain, Advait aur mujhe bhi kuch nahi batate. Biwi hoon mai aapki itna hak to mera bhi hai." She said with a hint of hurt in her voice.

"Bilkul hak hai." Advait gently tucked a hair strand behind her ear, "Magar mai apni biwi ke khoobsurat se chehre par stress nahi dekhna chahta." He said smoothly.

Shreya slapped his chest, "Har baar apni meethi meethi baaton se baat badal dete hain aap." She accused.

Advait chuckled lowly and pecked her lip making her smile.

"Bataiye na, kya soch rahe the aap?" She repeated.

"Kuch khaas nahi." He replied, "Apni biwi ko pyar karne ke tareeke soch raha tha." He said, hovering over her.

She laid down on the couch on her back when Advait hovered over her. He looked into his eyes and drowned in the beauty of them. He glanced at her lip and then at eyes before pulling her in a passionate kiss. Shreya gasped at the sudden affection, she gripped his shoulders for the support and started responding the kiss. Their bodies were achingly pressed against each other. Advait was roaming his tongue inside her mouth and his hand was rubbing over her belly to waist. Shreya tapped his shoulder in a signal that she was getting out of breaths. Advait moved back and they started panting while pressing their heads against each other. They both were drowned in each other's orbs.

"I love you, love." Advait whispered.

"I love you too, Mr. husband." She whispered back, brushing her nose against his.

Advait smiled and stood up before picking her up in his arms in a bridal style. She snaked her hands around his neck. He walked her to the bed and gently laid her down before switching off the lights. He buried his face in her neck and undid the pleats of her saree. The cold air hit her body making her moan. Advait looked up at her, pecked her forehead before entering his digits inside her with a smirk on his face making her moan in pleasure.

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Advait made his way towards Angad's room. He had thought about everything and finally made up his mind. He knocked on the door and entered the room after getting a response from inside. Angad sat up straight with a smile on his face looking at Advait in his room.

"Aao baitho na, beta." Angad said, patting a place beside him.

Advait sat down but making a distance with him. He glanced at his father before sighing heavily, "In sab ke baare me bacchon ko kuch mat bataiyega." He spoke up, "Mai nahi chahta wo apni maa ke baare me aisa kuch jaane." He said.

Angad nodded his head, "Ye baat bas tumhare aur mere beech rahegi." He promised.

Advait went silent and Angad was looking at him expectantly. He was waiting for him to say something but he only got his silence in return.