Final BONUS - Temptation (Jai's POV)

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A/N: This is gonna be short and takes place in a random timeline before they had any children and when things are all good between them :)

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I loosened my tie and took off my shoes, resisting the urge to sigh in exhaustion. I'd been working over-time lately and hadn't been able to go home early enough to spend some time with Karishma.

She never questioned me but I could see the way she frowned to herself when she thought I wasn't looking.

I knew her well enough to know that she didn't say anything because she worried that I'd find her pestering annoying.

It was cute and thoughtful of her but I wanted some attention.

Having her demand where I was for so long would be enough for me to forget about all my worries at work and just engulf her into a hug.

But as soon as I stepped home, it was silent.

Like always.

And when I did come home early, she was out walking Archie and would come home an hour later.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. The atmosphere here wasn't any different to the atmosphere at work and that's what I hated the most.

That's why I needed Karishma to reassure me.

Not that I hadn't tried.

Every time I tried to get close to her, she'd move away. It hurt; it was like a slap to the face each time she did that. I know it's her personality and shit but sometimes just purely saying I love you didn't do it for me and I wanted to show it. .

Sometimes I just wanted a hug or a kiss to the head or cheek.

It would be comforting, especially coming from someone as caring as her.

Where the hell is she, anyway?

Usually she'd be in the kitchen or watching TV but she was in none of those places.

Before I allowed myself to panic, I glanced up the stairs and at the doors.

Maybe she's reading or taking a bath?

I forced my heavy legs to trudge up the stairs and to our room. It was dark but my eyes quickly adjusted. The door to the room suddenly shut and I whipped around.

"The fuck?" I exclaimed in shock.

A figure stood near the door and I raised my eyebrow, not in the mood for any antics.

"Karishma, what the hell? I thought something happened to you. Where were you?"

When she said nothing, I grunted in frustration. All I wanted to do was take a shower and go to sleep.

"You've got to be kidding me. I'm not in the moo—" I flicked the switch and almost choked on my bloody saliva at the woman in front of me.

"K-Karishma?" My voice came out in a squeak as I stuttered for the first time in my life, my eyes wide.

There she was, scantily clad in the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen.

She was wearing lingerie.

Karishma.

And lingerie.

Together.

If my eyes could bulge out of their sockets and faint, they probably would.

I wasn't complaining, though.

She looked hot.

But this was Karishma.

And I was confused to who put this idea in her head and why?

"Uh...care to explain?" My voice came out lower than intended and I tried to clear my throat. I could feel my pants tighten as a little someone began to make his appearance.

Ah, shit, shit!

Quickly, I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs as casually as I could. My eyes took in her figure, burning the picture into my mind.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her legs. Her smooth, long, dark le—

A gentle clear of her throat caused my eyes to snap back up to hers.

"H-huh, wha—what?" I spluttered, confused and irritatingly flustered.

She looked up at me with her doe eyes, blinking.

"Does it look that bad?"

Well, crap.

No one could be this oblivious.

But she was and that annoyed me.

"What do you think?" I countered, licking my lips unintentionally.

She shrugged. "I honestly don't know. That's why I'm asking you."

"Well, you look—gosh damn, you look mind-fucking-blowing. I'm honestly trying to control myself, right no—"

I stopped myself with a low growl and angrily strode towards the bathroom door, shutting it with a loud slam.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to calm down my furious breathing and my darkened eyes.

She had gotten me all bothered - just what I wanted after a long day at work but I had never anticipated it would be something like this.

Just a hug would have been good, for fricks sake.

But this....damn.

This was better.

"You know what? I need a cold shower," I declared to the bathroom.

Without even taking my clothes off, I turned the knob on the wall and stood underneath the shower head, letting the water cool me down.

Luckily it worked and I prayed to God she was still practically naked and waiting outside.

As I took off my clothes, chucking them into the laundry bucket, I replaced my lower half with a towel.

I needed to be able to breathe when I ventured outside again, that was for sure.

As I got out, I was partly disappointed she was now clad in her pyjamas that consisted of a oversized sweater and long cotton pants.

I was also relieved, though, as I didn't know what I would have done if she was still standing there dressed like...like she had been.

"I'm sorry I—"

"Why the hell were you dressed like that?"

Karishma said nothing. She chewed on her bottom lip incessantly. I stepped towards her and lifted her chin up, forcing her to look at me.

Her dark eyes looked away, her shoulders hunched in embarrassment.

"Sanaya said I could use it. She said she had bought this for me and that you'd like it. Honestly I didn't want to do this—it's kind of awkward."

What. The. Hell.

I laughed like I had never laughed before and Karishma shot me a glare, crossing her arms.

"You got that...from Sanaya? Our Sanaya?!"

She nodded and if I was shocked before, then I was even more so now.

"Damn," I scoffed, "so she's not the good girl she claims to be at all, huh?"

"I guess not," she mumbled.

Karishma glanced away with that look she always got in her eyes.

I sighed at the reaction. She was most likely feeling ashamed of herself, and I hated that she did that.

"Hey," I said, tapping her cheek.

She looked up at me with a frown, and it took every inch of my being to refrain from grabbing her face and kissing her senseless.

"You don't need to wear shit like that to impress me. If you want something, you come and tell me. That's all. No need for this fancy bullshit."

Even though what I said was the truth, I didn't mind seeing her in something like that. It did things to me that I didn't mind at all - but I knew she minded.

She was uncomfortable and her face had said it all. And I didn't want her doing things that she didn't want to do, for my sake.

"Do you understand?"

She nodded. "I just wanted to make you happy. I know you've been busy and tired with work and I wanted to ease your worries. Sanaya told me that this was the best way."

"Well, I know Sanaya was trying to help, but when it comes to things like this, talk to me. I'm your husband. And you don't need to force yourself into doing things you don't want to do, Karishma. Just a hug or a kiss when I come back from work is just as great. I love you for you not just for your body."

A large, relieved smile made its way onto her lips and her shoulders sagged. She nodded her head vigorously and stepped forward to hug me.

I was glad that she was starting to come out of that shell of hers somewhat.

She was willing to be open and expressing herself a little more. If this was three weeks ago, she wouldn't even go near that outfit let alone wear it.

So I was proud of her, in that sense.

I kissed the top of her head and wrapped my arms around her small figure.

"See? A hug is fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Then a hug and a kiss is all you're going to get from now on."

I rolled my eyes. "It better not be the only thing."

Karishma chuckled, hugging me tighter.

I was content for a little while until something began to bug me.

I quickly cleared my throat and pushed Karishma away, urging her out the door.

"Alright, now I need to do something."

"What are you—Jai?!"

Quickly shutting the door, I chucked the towel on the floor and raced into the bathroom for another cold shower.

Well, shit.

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