Dhruv

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I had increased my family's security after Shravan Pant threatened me. I made sure muffin was being watched upon by my team now and then. I couldn't take any risk with her or anyone's safety. The meeting with Andrew and the rest of the security team took hours so I had already informed Maasi that I won't be able to pick up muffin. I didn't have the heart to tell her myself. Deciding to apologize to her the next day I went back to my home.

Being tired I went inside my house and surprisingly aroma of my favourite dish reached my nostrils.

'Did Chatterjee Uncle hire a new cook?', was the first thought that crossed my mind.

The last I remember was I had fired my cook around seven months ago and since then I had been cooking for myself. Opening my coat I threw it on the couch and made my way towards the kitchen while loosening my tie. The moment I entered the kitchen the scene in front of me made me astonished.

For a moment I couldn't believe the sight in front of me.

"Muffin." She turned around with her beautiful smile. I had not even taken a sip of a drink, yet I was not in my right mind.

"You are here?" I was still not sure. The whole day I was thinking about her, it might be the effects of my overthinking but when she nodded excitedly it didn't take me much time to pull her into a hug.

"I missed you." Pulling her up I twirled her around making her squeal.

"Dhruv put me down." she held me tightly.

"No."

"Please." The pout on her face convinced me to agree with her. I put her down but didn't let her go out of my embrace.

"I really missed you." I kissed her hair inhaling her sweet smell.

"Then why did you text Maasi that you will pick me up tomorrow?" she asked pushing me. She was angry and damn she looked adorable.

"That text actua..." I was about to reply when I remembered I was about to pick her up the next day so I rephrased my sentenced and questioned her, "Wait! How did you come here?"

"Grandpa came to drop me." The thought of me staying with her for a night was not quite pleasing and I was very happy that she had come. Thanks to my grandpa.

"I am overjoyed with your presence, but what are you doing in the kitchen?"

"Cooking," she replied showing me the spatula she was holding all the while.

"You know how to cook?" To say I was shocked would be an understatement. I was unconscious of when did she learn to cook. I was eager to acquire the answer.

"Maybe yes."

Though I was curious still thought to ask her later on.

"Wow! So what else my little wife knows." I kissed her nose making her smile widen.

"I will tell you but first go and freshen up." She was blushing and pushed me to get out of my hold.

"Yes, Ma'am." Mock saluting her I went to take a quick shower.

Merrily I took a good shower relieved that my wife was with me and I won't have to miss her all night. Muffin had already set her clothes in the closet. She was placing food on the table when I went down. I snaked my hands around her abdomen from behind.

"Dhruv, what are you doing?" she asked wiggling.

"Nothing," I replied making my grip tighter.

"Move." she was trying to remove my hand from her small ones.

My Inane wife!

"No."

"Stubborn," she muttered under her breath.

"That I am."

She turned around in my hold and was still doing relentless efforts.

"Dhruv," she whined when realized there was no progress.

"Muffin." I imitated her while she made a face.

I chuckled at her scrunched nose and shook my head to let all the water droplets fall on her face.

"Now it's fine," I said letting her go.

"You are so bad."

"But you still love me," I said kissing her on her forehead.

After we both took our seats, I removed the lid of the food, and there was my favourite Chicken Biryani. My stomach growled looking at the mouth-watering food. Muffin placed the food on my plate and passed it to me while I did the same for her.

I tasted the first bite and saw muffin waiting for my reaction expecting an answer.

"How is it?" I thought to act but couldn't when the delectable Biryani touched my tongue. I was in another world feeling euphoric.

"Muffin, this is too good," I said munching the best biryani I ever had.

"When did you learn to cook?"

"That's what I did for three years in my mother's home. I cooked and did all household chores," she replied. There was a glint of sadness in her voice but she didn't show any trace of gloominess on her face.

I had kept back the spoon on the plate. Sighing, I held her hands, "Muffin, I am sorry, I..."

"You don't have to be. I just wanted to share it with you. I can't hide things from you anymore. I am sorry I am taking the time. It's just it's too much to reveal all at once." she confessed. Things were getting much better than I had anticipated. I smiled hearing her.

"I know. I can wait, love." I could calm my curious nerves and wait for her to confess everything even if it would take forever.

"Now let's have dinner. Shall we?" She nodded grinning at me.

Both of us fed each other feeling gratified in each other's company. After dinner, we did the dishes together and went to our bedroom.

We were on the bed when I asked her, "Tell me something about you that I don't know."

"I used to cook a lot. I had cooked for around a hundred people once." She said. I was feeling guilty as I used to think muffin must be living a great life with her parents. I wish I would have not come to any such conclusion and would have tried to search for her. I kissed her fingers one by one and said, "You will not cook from now on."

"But why? Didn't you like biryani?" Liked it? It was great but I couldn't let her work.

"I loved it sweetheart, but I will hire a cook now. I don't want to see my wife working in the kitchen." I didn't marry her to make her a housewife. We could hire people or, I could do that for her.

"But, it's not a bad thing and you know I love cooking for you." That was a genuine statement that had made me feel blessed to have her in my life.

"Then cook for me on occasions. We will cook together. Okay?"

"Okay." Thankfully, she had agreed.

She pulled her hands out of my hold and started caressing my cheeks. "You look tired. Did you work a lot?" I melted like ice cream in her touch and laying beside her I replied, "A lot."

I was acting like a desperate man seeking the attention of his wife. I was lying on my stomach while she had turned towards my side. Her hands were in my hair making me calm and I closed my eyes feeling the bliss. She kissed my forehead making me smile. I could feel her leaving kisses on my forehead again and again.

"What are you doing?" I asked in my sleepy voice.

"Trying to take away your weariness."

Cute!

She stopped making me open my eyes. I found her lying beside me just like me lying flat on her stomach and was lovingly looking at my face. My hands went to her face and my fingers on their own accord started tracing her face. Her beautiful eyes, her little nose, and her small, pink lips.

My thumb brushed over her lower lip making her face redder than before. I could see her shudder in my touch. My tiredness had jumped out of the window making me go crazy for her. I moved closer while she did the same until our lips met.

I took her lips in mine and kissed her slowly. Her hands were in my hair and mine were holding her. One of my hands started moving up and down on her back. I felt my heart would explode as it was thumping wildly in my chest. We kissed continuously, none of us was willing to stop, even if we did after some time, but after catching breathe we were again devouring each other's lips.

I was naive of what had gotten into us? I had never felt anything like that before. When we decided to pull back her lips were red and swollen. I lay her flat on the bed and kissed her forehead. I left kisses on every inch of her face making her breathing heavy.

She arched her back when my lips came in contact with her soft neck. I moved down leaving kisses on her throat. I nuzzled in her neck making her held my hairs in her tight grip. I could see her biting her lips to stop herself from making any sound.

All those things, the building sensations, rapid breathing was new to her and for me as well. I wanted to stop but couldn't. My hormones had an upper hand making me go insane.

I laid my head on her chest trying to calm myself. I didn't want to scare her that's what I had thought but I lost control. Muffin was again trying to make me placid by stroking my hair and rubbing my back.

It's quite weird how she would always understand what I want. To my satisfaction, her fingers in my hairs did wonder trying to calm me down. I moved away to have a glimpse of her face but she turned around shying away. I chuckled at her cute reaction and left a chaste kiss on the exposed skin on her back.

The top from her back had raised a little and when I was about to pull it down to cover her skin my gaze fell upon something, a scar on her back. I traced the scar and uncovered a little more area of her skin. There was not a single scar. I found another one too.

"Muffin, what's this?" I asked tracing the second one from my index finger. In an instant, she covered her back and got a little further on the bed. She covered herself completely with the duvet.

I couldn't remove the image of that long brown line on her back so pulled the duvet down and made her face me.

"I want to see it," I said sternly looking into her eyes. I could see her getting scared and she shook her head in response making efforts to hide it from me.

"Please," I said.

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Saavi

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"Muffin, what's this?" I heard him. I got alarmed when his finger traced a certain area on my back. I moved farther on the bed covering myself with the duvet but in a second the duvet was pulled away from me.

Dhruv made me face him and had a stern expression on his face making me scared a bit, not of him but of the consequence of what would happen if he would get to know about it.

"I want to see it," he said looking into my eyes. I shook my head in response but he didn't care.

"Please." He pleaded but I didn't want him to witness the ugly scars on my body. It was only going to spoil his mood. He got off the bed, brought a shirt from his closet, and gave it to me.

"Wear this shirt, I am waiting outside. Make sure to wear it in reverse. I will come back after exactly five minutes."

He went out being furious. The truth had to come out anyway but I hadn't contemplated it would come out like that. I wore his shirt knowing his stubborn nature. After exactly five minutes he came inside and I was praying to God to not make things any worse.

He asked me to turn around and I did. I had managed to close most of the buttons on my back but it was of no use as I felt him opening them one by one. He was on the last one when I pressed my face between the pillow. He was about to get hurt and that fact was hurting me.

After the last button was undone I heard him cursing under his breath. My back, filled with scars was exposed to him. He traced each one of them one by one with his fingers reminiscing me how did I get them in the very first place. I sniffed remembering the pain and torture I had gone through.

After a few minutes, I felt his lips on my first scar making me shiver. He went on tracing them with his lips. He was crying as I could feel the warm liquid falling on my back. I was trying very hard so that he didn't hear my cries but it was too much to handle so I let it go and cried.

Dhruv kept on kissing my back as if was trying to take away all the pain I had gone through. My hand had fisted the bedsheet. Dhruv held my hand that was fisting the bedsheet in its hold. He made me leave it and intertwined our fingers. He was rubbing his thumb over the back of my palm as if he was assuring me he was there for me. I had cried my heart out and stopped but he didn't. He kept on peppering kisses all over my back. He was trying to convert the pain of the past into the pleasure of the present. He stopped when he found that I was not crying anymore and laid his head on my bareback. His warm cheek over my back was not making me feel uneasy. I was too tired from crying and slept soon.

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I felt someone caressing my hair and I opened my eyes slowly only to find Dhruv looking at me with a wide smile spread on his lips.

"Good Morning, Love," he said placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Good Morning," I replied snuggling into his chest.

"We need to get up," he whispered. Goosebumps erupted on my skin hearing his hoarse voice.

"Five more minutes, please," I mumbled on his chest.

"Okay." he let me stay on the bed for five more minutes and the next moment I was in his arms while he took me to the washroom.

"You know, I can walk, right?" I dangled my legs up and down making him laugh.

"I know, but I like carrying you." He put me down when we were in the washroom. We brushed together and he left after preparing a warm bath with some bathing salt for me that had a very good smell.

I went out of the washroom after I was done and got ready asap. I wanted to prepare breakfast for my husband but to my dismay, it was already prepared. Still, I prepared his favourite vanilla shake.

I was placing everything on the dining table when he came down.

"Why are you working?"

"This is not even real work, Dhruv. I am just placing the plates." I faked my anger to make him not to stop me from doing this non-tedious work. He ruffled my hair before taking a seat on the dining table.

"Wow! You prepared vanilla shake," he exclaimed in happiness.

"Yes." He was grinning and drank the whole glass in one go.

My Crazy Husband!

"Was it good?" I queried.

"It was great."

Like always he fed me breakfast and I fed him too. He introduced me to his security chief Andrew and the caretaker Chatterjee Uncle who was his chauffeur as well. After instructing me to tell them if I needed anything and not to go out as media might bother me he left.

I had no idea what I was going to do at home all day. I wasn't even a fan of watching TV. Dhriti and everyone would have been in office and I didn't want to disturb them.

There were some business magazines placed on the table in the living room and one of them had Dhruv's picture on its cover page. Excitedly, I picked it up to read.

It had Dhruv's interview in which he had told the interviewer how did he manage to achieve success. I felt proud of my husband. Every magazine placed there had his interview published and I read them all, one by one.

I was reading his recent interview where someone had asked him how much revenue his company generated and how much asset he owns. I frowned reading the question. It was too personal and why would someone want to know about that. Nevertheless, I decided to read what Dhruv had answered. I gasped reading his answer. I thought there was some misprint so I rubbed my eyes but the answer remained the same.

Kapoor Industries makes 2 million per hour and D&D Enterprises makes a million in a week. was his answer. After combining all his assets his name comes under the top ten richest men in the world.

"I married a freaking multi-billionaire," I mumbled still in shock. I presumed there was nothing that could help me recover from this shock any time soon.

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Dhruv

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As soon as I entered the office I was congratulated by everyone for my marriage. I had a lot of bouquets and greeting cards wishing me a happy married life in my cabin. The day went by attending tonnes of meetings. Not to make my muffin work, I had ordered lunch for her as hiring a good cook was taking a little time. I attended meetings after meetings but kept on texting my muffin in between. I observed her replies were very discreet making me wonder if something was bothering her. Though I knew she would open up to me herself still I was perturbed. I wrapped my work at six in the evening and picked up my stuff along with her wedding gift.

When I reached home I found the reporters waiting for me just like morning trying to capture just a glimpse of my wife. Thankfully, I had spare keys so I went inside before waiting for my muffin to open the door. I found her sitting on the couch in the living room. Tom & Jerry was playing on the tv but she was lost in her thoughts as she didn't even hear me when I cleared my throat to gain her attention.

I went near her and whispered in her ear, "Hello, Love." She screamed hampering my listening ability in the process.

"Muffin, my ears." I covered my ears to protect my sensitive sense of organs.

"I...I am sorry but it's all your fault." I raised my eyebrows at her statement.

She was trying to calm her wildly beating heart and said, "You scared me."

"I didn't mean to but you were so busy in your thoughts that didn't even notice my presence." I pulled her to me nuzzling her nose.

"I am sorry." She pouted increasing my urge to kiss her. I controlled myself as I had some important things to discuss and I didn't think I would always be able to control myself like I did the previous day.

"It's fine." I caressed her hair tenderly and she wrapped her hand around my chest. The way she had kept her head on the chest over my heart made my doubts clear that indeed something was troubling her.

"Did you miss me today?" I asked still not getting on that topic.

"A lot."

"I missed you too. Let me freshen up and then meet me in our study room." I said.

"For?"

"For your surprise gift, I had promised to give you." She grinned hearing me and I felt a little relieved that her mood uplifted. I thought to wait for her to confess what was troubling her as I was certain she would tell me herself.

After I freshened up I went to the study room where I found her already waiting for me.

"Where is my gift?"

"Patience, sweetheart." I took out the yellow folder from my laptop bag and I handed it to her making her puzzled.

"A folder?"

Chuckling at her I ruffled her hair and said, "Open it." I already had foreseen what was about to come and was chanting God's name in my head to make it easy for me.

"It's a brochure," she said turning the pages of it.

"Yeah."

"Brochure of London School Of Arts." her voice was low that time. She flipped the pages frantically and took out the last page from the folder.

"Ad..admission form?" she asked looking at me.

"For you," I replied.

If she had dreamt then she must possess the courage to pursue it and I decided to make sure no one or nothing comes in between her and the unaccomplished dream she used to live for.

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David

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"Sir, she is here in London." informed my man Lucas.

"I know she is," I replied examining the recently delivered weapons to me.

"So, what will you do? What if she tries to over-smart you?"

"Oh, she won't. We both have the same goal and the type of woman she is, I know she will love