Mansi's Pov:

The cosiness of the comforter makes me never leave my bed but the smell of good breakfast makes me curious. I am naked under my comforter even though nothing happened between us he doesn’t like sleeping naked and wants me to do the same because it's healthy.

I wrap myself in the comforter and follow the aromatic smell only to find my hot husband cooking. He was shirtless in his grey sweatpants with his greasy hair obstructing his view and also mine.

He sees me and says “Loving what you see?”

“hmm” as I was ogling over him.

I crash on the sofa and watch the view. The hot air from the cooking makes him sweat and makes me drool.

Those sweat beads from his face start making their way down. I start to remember yesterday’s anatomy lessons. Even the memory of yesterday spreads a red hue on my face.

He turned off the stove as the cooking was completed. He takes a hand towel and dries off his sweat. A sight to be treasured. He gets on his knees and holds my head in his one huge palm. His fingers in my hair as he makes circles on my scalp relaxes me.

“Are you still tired?”. I nod as yes. “extend your leave” I nod as no.

He places his head in my neck crook and takes a sniff. “what shampoo did you use, it's good” he says As he breathes in my hair.

“It's lavender, Manvi’s shampoo.”

“When will she leave India?” he asks out of the blue.

I pushed him away to look at his eyes as he asked it. “She takes you away from me All the time”

I frown. “I know that she is protective and all, but-“ he gets over me, while his hands in my hair.

“I just want my wife all by myself” he places a kiss on my cheek while his lips trailing down to my neck, I hear the clock ringing as it is 8 am. I gasp as I will be late for work. I push him away and get out of the sofa. I was about to head towards the bath when I was pulled back. When I look back he holds my comforter and tries to pull it away from my body.

“no, I am late” I raise my eyebrows as I warn him to let me go bathroom. “I promise I will be quick” as he tries to pull me closer as I push myself away from him.

“please” he is practically begging me on his knees right now, but by being a bitch I push him away and run into the bathroom.

After a few hours:

Even though I had been late to the hospital, there were no patients out there waiting for me. After a week of leave, everything feels completely new again. I check on my patients and leave the hospital early.

But much to my disappointment he has already left the home. He cooked food and left a note on it. The note said "I am not satisfied from the morning but eat the food and we can try it later"

The morning bathroom sex was not enough for him. I wish I said yes, but now he has left for the hospital and will not return till tomorrow.   

 Even though I am a doctor being a dermat has been a perk for everything: the leaves, weekend holiday, good sleep 8 hours of sleep, free products and whatnot. Unlike me, Yash of course has to work even harder.

He says he always thought he would be single for the rest of his life, so he chose the surgery department despite its busy and tight schedule. If he knew that he would have a wife eventually he would never even work and stay with her 24/7.

I know he is kidding cause he loves his job, more than anything, except me. Maybe this whole thing was just a distraction from his terrible childhood. His mother died when he was just a kid, while his father remarried a woman pretty quickly after that.

Even though they didn’t have any children of their own and he is the only child still he is not close to them. They have their own thing going on all the time. I have seen them at my wedding for the first time.

They left Yash at his grandparents and they practically raised him. They were the only reason Yash married me. They wanted him to have someone before they died. Even though our marriage didn’t happen amicably, it was the best thing that happened in my entire life. The only thing he asked me was to be his friend. At the time I couldn't agree more after the terrible break-up I had.

Shortly after marriage, my father-in-law and his wife, left for their adventures while I was doing every ritual with their grandparents. His grandparents have recently been deceased, with just 2 weeks gap between each death and his father now has settled in their home.

We used to live in Yash's grandparents' home before death. Even though they were old, they were quite understanding. Maybe they were the reason Yash and I bonded. They set an example of love for us. If we had lived elsewhere it would have been so different than it is now. ma

After their death, Yash couldn’t live with his father and his wife. They were trying so hard to be involved in his life but he was only trying to push them away. He didn't let me invite them to Dad's retirement even though Mom and Dad wanted them.

In the whole thing he never even grieved his grandparent's death. One day out of nowhere he took me to a bunch of houses with a realtor to select a house to live in. Even though I didn’t want to change the house I couldn’t see him suffer because of them.

He hates them and I just can’t get into the mess because I know nothing about his family history. He never talks about his past. At first, I was never that eager to know it, his grandmother used to talk about how his mother was not a mentally stable woman.

I never asked him anything about his past. But now I want to know everything about it because then he was just a husband my parents chose but now he is the love of my life. He is my present, my future.

I want to share everything with him, I want a share his everything: his joy, happiness, sorrow and even pain. I want to take all of his pain and just see him happy because he deserves every happiness in the world.

But he never shares his pain instead, he suffers alone. I want him to be happy with me forever. I want a family with him. But he doesn’t want kids. I know it is because of his traumatic childhood.

I know we agreed on no kids before marriage. But things were different then, I was not in love with him then but I am now. I want a family with him. How do I tell him that?