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As soon as they left, Rudra, as expected, gave a long list of rules—he’s not allowed in his office, on our bed (that one I obviously ignored), and so on… what! There were so many, I couldn’t even keep track of how many he spoke.
“Are we clear? He can stay only if—” his words died in his mouth as he stared at the floor.
Talk about worst timing—the dog peed right beside Rudra’s leg. Thoda bhi idhar-udhar hota to…
Rudra stood there in shock, and before he could murder him, I quickly picked him up and ran away from there.
I could hear Rudra shouting in the background, “I swear I will throw him out of the house if I even see him near me again!”
After almost an hour of grumbling and scowling at Kiyo, we finally got ready to go to the doctor after having breakfast made by my lovely husband. I know he can’t stay mad at me, but at Kiyo, he looked like he was thinking of a hundred ways to dispose of him without letting me know.
Yeah, I named him Kiyo. I actually wanted to get a black cat and name him Kiyo like Amara, but you know Indian moms—it’s another level of struggle to make them agree to any pet. But a cat? Big no! I remember asking my mother when I was in middle school, and she said that they are an ill omen.
I don’t believe in it, but go argue with your mom and she will throw whatever comes in her hand at you—so do it at your own risk. Of course, I’m smart and didn’t argue with her.
It didn’t take as much time as I thought. The doctor explained various contraceptives and asked me which one I preferred. There’s no way I would be taking pills regularly, and IUDs sound painful, so I asked for monthly shots. I have to get a shot every three months, which is better than all the other options.
“Rudra, how many children do you want?” I asked curiously on our way home, his gaze focused on the road ahead.
“But we aren’t having them anytime soon,” he replied, glancing at me before looking at the road again.
“Still, I want to know,” I asked, turning towards him fully. He seemed to think for a moment, then said, “Two.”
“What! Only two?”
He turned his head toward me with an amused smile. “How many do you want, ten? Or are you planning to make your own football team?” he teased.
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to have any children with you,” I snapped, turning my head towards the other side, the wind blowing my hair softly.
I obviously don’t want ten children, but I want at least three. I want them to have siblings—a complete family, something which I never had.
“Too late for that. The only children you have will be mine,” he said, laughing. But I didn’t turn.
Well, he’s right, but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction that he made me shut up.
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I don’t know why I’m so exhausted even after doing nothing all day. I curled up inside the blanket like a bear in hibernation. Rudra was doing some work in his office after coming home, probably checking his schedule for classes tomorrow or making some stupid test.
I’ve stopped wasting my energy trying to ask him questions because I know he’ll never tell me. And to be honest, it’s fun seeing him make tests like he’s doing some secret project. Well, yes, in the beginning, I might have tried it for the exact intentions, but later it just became a kind of game between us. And I’m doing well in college, so I just let him do his work in peace now.
I decided to take a nap until he finished his work. Sleeping during the day feels so much better than sleeping at night.
When I woke up, his arms were wrapped around me as I snuggled closer, enjoying the warmth.
Let me tell you, this is the best feeling about having a husband—you can cuddle all you want.
“Are you going to sleep all day?”
I opened my eyes with a groan, not wanting to wake up just yet, to find him looking at me with a raised brow. I closed my eyes again, resting my head on his chest, his heart beating softly, lulling me to sleep.
“I thought you were too busy to notice your wife,” I said with a yawn, wrapping my arms around his waist.
What I didn’t tell him was that I was exactly planning that.
My favourite thing about marriage is this—never having to sleep alone. The comfort, warmth, and peace of sleeping in his arms is something that can’t be compared with anything else.
And he doesn’t make me feel bad about it, like some men who get angry when their partner asks them for their attention or gets clingy.
Since the first day of our marriage, Rudra has never raised his voice at me—not even when I made mistakes or irritated him on purpose.
Sometimes I’m myself surprised by the amount of patience my husband has when it comes to me, because I know he doesn’t tolerate anyone. Nobody can force him to do something he doesn’t want to.
But he agrees to whatever I say—and that’s how I know how much he loves and values me, even if he doesn’t always say it with words, because he shows it in his every action.
“I was just working for an hour,” he said, laughing softly, running his hands through my hair. If he continues doing that, there’s no way I’m ever leaving this bed.
“Still too long,” I said in a sleepy voice, struggling to keep my eyes open, his touch feather-light as he kept running his fingers through my hair, combing it gently.
“Don’t sleep again, let’s have lunch.” I groaned but finally woke up.
I just sat there while Rudra was cooking, providing him company. I did try to help, but he told me to just sit there—he would do all the work. I think making food for me is his love language. Maybe that’s why the food made by him tastes so good. But I’m also helping – with my awesome sense of humor.
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“I didn’t know he had so much energy in his little body,” I said, breathing heavily.
I took Kiyo out on a walk in the park, thinking that we would just walk for some time and then sit, enjoying the weather. But he was in no mood to sit down. He’s making me run all around the park and still swinging his tail in excitement.
“Someone was so excited to have a dog,” Rudra said sarcastically, moving towards us slowly, not a single sign of unease on his face. Of course he’s fine—he spends two hours in the gym daily, and I know that because I sit there enjoying my morning coffee with a perfect view—aka watching my hot-as-hell husband working out.
Is that creepy? Maybe. But who cares? If I’m not appreciating my husband’s hard work, then who else will?
“Just admit that you are jealous,” I rolled my eyes, picking up Kiyo. Sorry buddy, but meri aaj ki battery khatam—it feels like my lungs are on fire. I moved towards the branches to give my legs some break.
“That’s ridiculous. You think I’m jealous of a dog?” He scoffed, offended, moving in front of me.
Do I like it that he doesn’t like sharing my attention? Absolutely. But sometimes he can go a little overboard—like right now.
“Yeah, you’re certainly not. I’m the one who’s been grumpy like a child since we got him,” I said, nuzzling Kiyo’s fur. He’s so soft. If I had not promised to return him and Rudra didn’t hate pets, I would have kept him with me forever.
“You are talking to me, but your attention is still on him, see.”
Is he serious? I looked up to find him glaring at the poor baby in my lap.
“Rudra, he’s just a dog, not my boyfriend with whom I’m cheating on you, so stop scowling at him.”
“Very funny joke,” he said dryly, folding his arms in front of his chest, the muscles in his arms taking my entire attention as he was wearing a white shirt and black joggers.
“Yeah, I know. I’m even thinking about doing stand-up comedy after college—there’s scope in it,” I added. And now he was outright glaring at me. I couldn’t help the grin stretching across my face.
“One day you are going to give me a heart attack,” he sighed, shaking his head, like he had summoned all his patience to get the words out of his mouth.
“Don’t be so dramatic. Just because I tease you doesn’t mean you will really start acting like an old man,” I said, bumping his shoulder playfully… well, tried. My shoulder didn’t even touch his, but you know what counts is the gesture. (Bass aise hi khush ho lete hain hum chhoti height ke log.)
“Come here,” I said, gesturing to him to crouch to my level. But he made no effort to move, just tilted his head like he was deciding whether he should do it or not. But one glare from me, and he was crouching in front of me the next moment.
I rose on my toes and pressed my lips lightly on his cheek. He met my eyes with a look of surprise and a hint of a smile. “Are you still grumpy?” I asked softly as he kept looking at me like he was still in shock. He shook his head, but his startled expression faded, replaced by something… warmer, softer.
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Told you, my husband is a big softie.
“Come on, let’s go,” I said, holding his hand, lacing our fingers together.
“Ajkal ki generation ko to bilkul sharam hi nahi hai, kahin bhi shuru ho jaate hain, huh,” the aunty sitting on the bench in front of us muttered, clearly wanting us to listen. I had noticed her looking at us before too, but I just ignored her, not wanting to ruin our day. But she clearly doesn’t think the same.
Rudra looked at her with a furious look and took a step forward, but I stopped him, pulling him back. He looked at me questioningly.
“Let me handle this.”
“Excuse me, aunty,” she looked at me with that typical judgmental stare. “Vo aapke pati hain na udhar,” I pointed toward a man standing facing towards the wall at the other side of the park, which was not crowded and had some trees and bushes, contributing to Clean India, obviously.
“Yes,” she replied in a low voice. Guess what—it’s not funny when you are the one being judged, even for the right reasons.
“You’re scandalized by me kissing my husband even on the cheek, but not by your husband urinating in a public place? Instead of worrying about the next generation, first take care of your generation.”
She didn’t say anything, just stood there avoiding my eyes, making a face. Just because she’s older than us, it doesn’t give her any right to pass comments on us.
She remained silent, looking here and there. I scoffed mentally. Their generation loves to judge us, but they will never find any fault in their own actions.
“Leave it, let’s go home. You’re tired,” Rudra said, holding me gently by the shoulders and taking me back to the car.
Inko pyaar se hanste khelte logon se problem hai, but agar yahi koi apni wife ko maar raha hota to yahi aunty sabse pehle bolti, “ye to unka family matter hai, hum kya kar sakte hain”… huh… hypocrisy.
People will be happy to see you miserable, but if you are happy… they’ll be like, “How dare you?!”
“Just say it,” I said as he opened the car door for me, his face all happy and cheerful.
“Say what?” he said, feigning innocence, raising a brow, waiting for me to sit inside.
“That you are proud of me.”
His face finally broke into a full grin. “I’m proud of you,” he admitted without any delay.
RUDRA
“Don’t put it there!” I shouted as Adi and Shreyansh were rearranging the sofa. I’m beginning to regret this already.
Isha’s first-year exams had finished a week ago, and today is her birthday, so I wanted to give her a surprise party. I’m not really a fan of parties or any type of gatherings, but I know she loves them. She loves gatherings, celebrations, and being around people, so I thought to invite her friends and our family.
“Kiyo, stop!” And yeah, our new neighbours too.
Ansh was running around chasing Kiyo. What kind of name is that even, and what kind of normal person names their dog Kiyo? Yeah—my wife.
I’m glad he’s gone. The two weeks he was in my house, he was everywhere, despite my numerous warnings—on our bed too. Isha was literally crying when we returned him to Ansh. But he’s still here. I don’t remember inviting him.
Isha went shopping with Kajal in the afternoon, whom I specifically told not to tell Isha about the surprise and keep her engaged for a few hours.
Both our mothers are making her favourite dishes in the kitchen, and Dad went to pick up her favourite cake, which I ordered earlier.
“Rudra, take the food outside, it’s ready!” Maa called from the kitchen as I moved towards it. Shreyansh stood up from his place. “Aap ruko, main le aata hoon.”
I gave a final look to the decorations. Everything was exactly how she liked it.
“Uncle, can Kiyo also eat the cake? He loves sweets!” Ansh said excitedly, standing beside me.
“You shouldn’t give sweets to a dog, it’s harmful for them,” I tried to explain, but he just puffed his cheeks, glaring at me. Great! Now I’m the bad person again just because I said something sensible.
(Rudra be like—liyo liyo liyo, ye bhi meri galti hai.)
He turned around and went to play with the dog again without saying anything further. I think I’m certainly not his favourite person. Isha, on the other hand—that boy literally looks at her with hearts in his eyes. If he weren’t a four-year-old kid who doesn’t even know how to close his own shirt buttons, I don’t know what I would’ve done to someone who looked at my wife like that.
“Chill bro, you are stressing like you are proposing to her for marriage and she might run away saying no to your face ,” my so-called best friend who thinks he’s so funny spoke, patting my back as he stood beside me.
“The only one who’s getting rejected is you.”
“Don’t you have any empathy for your best friend? Are you that shallow a person?” he spoke sadly, narrowing his eyes.
“No,” I said calmly and moved towards the kitchen.
“Of course you don’t! The only person you see as a human being is your wife. The rest of us are no better than peasants to you!” he kept shouting behind me.
Shreyansh came out with a plate of snacks in his hand. “I… tolldd you… I… will handle it,” he mumbled as his mouth was stuffed with food. At this point, I won’t be surprised if my wife befriends an alien.
“There’s still time in the party,”
he quickly swallowed the food as he spoke. “Are sir, vo aapki mummy ne zabardasti khila diya tha ki beta taste karke batao kaisa hai, maine to sach mein bohot mana kiya tha.”
“Is there anything I can help with?” Aradhya asked softly, stepping into the kitchen. “The decoration is completed. I have checked everything again.”
“No, thank you, everything is done. Isha’s coming home anytime.” She gave me a nod before joining Maa in the kitchen.
In front of me, Shreyansh was still standing in the same place, but his eyes followed the path where Aradhya just left, a ghost-like smile on his face, which was almost creepy for me.
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Hello my dear cuties
Sorry for the boring chap but now you will understand why I took a break i think it’s normal to feel writers block and the story is in my mind for a long time now so I kinda need a break too
And I’m really excited about the mafia romance book.
Are you? Pls tell me
Do you want me to update the starting chapters so that you can give me feedback
I was thinking that i will write the complete book then start updating it but then I will not know if you are liking the story or not and my whole efforts and time will be wasted.
So tell me in the comments if you want me to update the books first few chapters.
It’s a Russian mafia romance no connection to india and yes it’s a dark romance – not bcz of excessive smut but due to dark themes violence, murder, sensetive topics, morally grey MC and so on.
And last , i will be updating spoilers for future TUV chapters kuki baad m bhool jati hu kya ideas the or tum logon k response se pta bhi chlega ki excited ho ch k liye
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