Her Second-Hand Husband!

Chapter 50: 49. Mine!

Anika’s PoV

That was out of the world. It is true that getting physical makes the relationship more comfortable and trustful. Yesterday night was a beautiful start for our life. His long, stout, and erect shaft almost made it to my uterus. I could feel him deep inside me and that hot gush of liquid he spilled inside me. Oh, I couldn't get enough of him, all I could do was to touch and feel his junior. I was just gaining confidence in holding him, giving him a handjob, but he was an impatient man. He didn't let me finish what I started but he completely finished me off. He threw me off guard when he swallowed my pussy. Oh my god, he surely showed me stars.

We didn't know when we slept but we woke up all bloody and sticky and yucky and stinky and naked in the morning. I remember him massaging my back and spanking my ass cheek after we are done. He groped my boobs and pulled my nipples between his fingers and teeth that gave me pain and pleasure all at the same time. I swatted his hand away when he tried to put his finger on my clit as I was super sensitive after we were done, I could even feel it swell. We never spoke then, we cuddled and I don't remember anything else.

He is still sleeping while tangled to me all naked. His face between my boobs and his hands around my waist. A part of me felt shy but every other cell in my body is jumping in joy. We finally did it. We have started our life. I admired his very manly face and his toned biceps that are holding me. I tried to move away without waking him up, but when I tried, I couldn't even feel my legs. A sharp pain shot down from my waist to the thighs and my feminine part was throbbing in pain.

“Good morning, baby! Don't move. I will help you.” He said all of a sudden.

“God, you are awake?”

“Yes, I was waiting for you to wake up. I think you cannot walk today. I have taken a day off today to take care of you.” He said inhaling between my breasts.

“God, stop.” I pulled the blanket up to cover myself but he was fast enough to stop me holding my hands.

“You are so sexy!”

“Arjun, stop.” My stomach does weird stuff to me and his hot breath on me is not helping either. He never stopped teasing me until I pushed him out of the bed. He carried me bridal style to the restroom, all naked, and let me stand under the shower of water that is perfect in temperature to calm my nerves and subtle my pain. He then picked me up again and let me down in the bathtub with warm water that hit my feminine part with gentle waves. God, that hurts like hell.

“Relax and call me whenever you are ready.” He said to me, Am I dreaming or is this really happening? He is all lovey dovey to me and he even took a day off from his work to take care of me. If there are clouds beyond nine, then there I am right now.

When I got out of the restroom after a nice bath, I saw him talking on the phone to someone in the kitchen to bring our breakfast to our room. He is fully clothed and still sexy. I could not stop but to recall all the things we did last night. I could not bring myself together to look up at him. I felt shy all of a sudden.

“Um… Arjun, it is ok, if you want to go to work. I will be alright.” I told him.

“Why, you want me to go?”

“Uh, no no. It's not that. I … uh… I just don't want to stop your work.”

“Why didn't you call me? Are you ok? Can you walk?” He came to me and I felt my legs buckle up and my stomach made knots that pulled me to the ground.

“Hey, relax. I will go. But you take care, ok?” He stopped right on the spot. Oh my god, he mistook my reaction to anxiety. But I think I need some time away from him to stop feeling all goofy. So I let him go.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked me, stopping near the doorway.

“No, no,no! That was out of the world.” I told him hastily for which he chuckled sexily.

“I thought the same. Take care. I told mom not to disturb you.” He left. Gosh, embarrassing. What would everyone think?

It is so painful to walk but I managed to get down to my aunt’s room after breakfast. When I went in, she came at a fast pace to me.

“Are you alright, Anika?” She caressed my cheek and took my hands and walked me to the sitting area in her room.

“I am fine, aunty. I am not sick.” I told her. I didn't know what excuse Arjun made up. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“I know! I am so happy. You are glowing.” She said. Ok, she knew that we did that just yesterday. Awkward! I looked down at my feet not knowing how to respond to this weirdness.

“Take rest, dear. All I want is a grandkid to play with.” She said contented. Well, I don't know about it, but an image of a cute little boy just like him flashed in my mind for no reason and that oddly made me happy.

“I wanted to ask you this, why do you keep wearing the same clothes repeatedly? There are so many dresses in your wardrobe. Why don't you try them on?” She asked me. Awkward again.

“Um… How can I try on Anamika’s clothes, aunty? I don't think Arjun will like that.”

“Anamika’s clothes? Nonsense. Who told you that? There is nothing in this house that belongs to Anamika. Arjun and his dad made sure of that after their divorce. Arjun himself went shopping for all those clothes and they are for you.” She said. Wait, what?

“Oh, but , never mind. I will for sure try them on, aunty.” I told her and went to our room. So they are for me. He bought them for me. That is why that dress fitted me perfectly. Yes, Anamika was a little taller and more slender than me. Why didn't I think of it on that day? There is something that is seriously bothering him. Why else would he want to hurt me? Though he said we would start fresh, I feel like there is something he needs closure to. For that, I must know why he got angry at me. As far as I have known him, I know that he won’t react if there is no action in the first place. So I am at fault here and I truly don't know what I did. I must find that out and if possible, explain to him if there is any misunderstanding.

I have bought myself some clay and am following some youtube tutorials for making jewelry out of it. I want to kill time since he doesn't want to take me to work. I took Tarun with me for clay molding and gave him some playdough moulds for him. He did it with utmost interest and together we made some lovely danglers and baked them. Now they are all ready to be painted. I went to Priya’s room to borrow some paint and I took Tarun along.

“Hey, Priya. What are you doing?” I asked her, entering her room.

“Come in, Anika. Tarun, are you having fun with your clay art?”

“Yes,mommy. I made a soccer ball and a car. Anu aunty even helped me make windows in my car.”

“Wow, that is cool. I can't wait to see it.”

“Not yet, mommy. We are yet to color it. Anu aunty has made a lot of big earrings.”

“I am waiting to see them. Go have a little snack with your nanny. Run along.” She sent him out.

“So how is your craft coming along?” She asked me.

“Just like Tarun said. We need to borrow some of your paints, Priya. Pretty please.”

“Haha, drama queen. Get that palette. Tarun is spending most of his time home with you. I am now thinking about terminating the nanny for him. She is almost useless now. He is already getting big. Half of the day in school and half the day with you!”

“I am glad to have him with me. I would be bored to death if not for him. And that wolf painting is so natural!”

“Thank you. So how are things with Arjun? I saw mom so happy today. She even asked the maids to prepare sweets. And I noticed your walking, any good news?” She winked at me.

“God, you could at least pretend that you didn't notice.” I felt so uncomfortable.

“Hahaha, easy, Anika. I am so happy for you. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, I guess.”

“Whoa, relax. I just got a call from my dad. He asked all of us to get ready to go meet dad’s mom. She is the only one alive. Dad brought her to Chennai a couple of years ago since her health is not at her best. But she refused to come live with us in this home. So dad purchased a betel grove in the outskirts of Chennai and left her there. Dad said she wants to see us all. Arjun must be on his way home already. Go and get ready. You can do your dangler later.” She rushed me.

I arrived at our room with the color palette she loaned me and kept it safe on the table. I went to the wardrobe and started surfing for a beautiful saree. This is the first time we are going to meet her after the wedding. I remember seeing her at the wedding. Someone took her as soon as the rituals ended. We didn't even get her blessings. I took an olive green cotton saree with a maroon blouse. Arjun’s has

a very flavorful taste in clothing. I took a quick shower and came out to drape the saree when a hand snaked my waist.

“Huh, Arjun. You scared me.” I swatted his hands away.

“Who else has that courage to enter my room and hug my wife?” He asked, dipping in my neck from behind.

“Arjun, let me go. Go and get ready.” I pushed him in the restroom.

“That saree looks so good on you!” He said with guilt.

“I know these are mine. I also know that my husband had a fine taste for clothes. You are bad, Arjun.”

“Sorry, Anika.”

“It’s ok. Now go refresh!” I closed the door behind and got ready when he came out handsome and sexy in a casual yellow v-neck t-shirt and light blue jean shorts.

“Like what you see?” He asked me, snapping his fingers on my face. Embarrassment!

“I do.” I chained my arms around his neck.

“How are you feeling now? Are you ok?” Awe, he is a super soft man and I don't know what people see in him to label him as a strict arrogant man.

“I am completely fine.” I raised myself on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek. He kissed my cheeks with a sexy chuckle.

“Appatha (dad’s mom) has dementia, Anika. Alzheimer’s. She will say the same thing over and over again and may not remember you. She loves talking and she is a very lovely lady. Be nice to her.”

“You talk to me as if I am a school kid. I will be on my best behavior. Is that fine?”

“You are known for your sharp tongue. What should I do?” He raised his hands in the air like he was surrendering to me. This casual talk is very soothing to my heart.

We all set out to visit his granny in the same car. Arjun and uncle sat in the front seat, aunty, Priya and Rajesh in the middle and Tarun and I on the last seat. I feel like one in this family just now. That alien feeling is slowly washed away with the love I gained from my husband.