I haven’t even given her my gift yet. And I’m actually excited to see her reaction for once. “Okay, enough. You had the whole day. The nights are mine. Get lost,” I snap, slamming the door on their laughing faces.
“Rudra!” Shivani gasps, clearly scandalized. “Why would you say something like that?”
“What? It’s true. If things were fair, I’d have the whole day too, but I shared you. That’s all I could manage,” I mutter, pulling her into my arms.
She smiles, her eyes sparkling like she knows exactly what I mean.
“Now, give me my gift!” She gushes, bouncing slightly on her feet.
I raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Who told you I got you anything?”
She grins confidently. “I know you did. Now stop teasing me and hand it over!”
“Desperate much?” I chuckle, interlocking our fingers and leading her toward the closet. I’ve kept her gift inside a small box, tucked safely away. She slips her hand out of mine and walks toward it with curiosity practically radiating off her.
Her eyes go wide when she opens the box and sees the little black kitten curled inside. The light in her eyes, the way her face lights up with joy—it makes something tighten in my chest.
“You got me a cat?” She asks, her voice trembling with excitement.
I nod, watching her reaction closely. “Yeah. You mentioned once that you wanted one when you were a kid.” She gently lifts the kitten, cradling it to her chest, showering it with affection.
My eye twitches.
Why is she holding it so close? Why does that little furball get to cuddle my wife? I am standing just right here!
“Hey,” I yell, arms crossed, “put the cat down.”
Her head snaps up, brows knitting together. “What’s wrong?” She asks as her fingers tighten around the kitten.
“We need to set some ground rules,” I announce seriously. Jealousy bubbling in my chest. I am jealous of a cat. Jealous of an animal.
“Rules?” She repeats, clearly confused.
“You can’t cuddle with the cat. For starters.”
She stares at me for a moment, and then her face breaks into a wide smile and she bursts out in laughter. “Are you... jealous? Of a cat?”
“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny,” I growl. She’s still laughing, but she gently sets the kitten down. Good. I won’t share my wife—not even with a damn cat.
“Stop glaring at it,” she giggles, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my torso.
“I’m not glaring,” I grumble, even as my arms instinctively pull her close. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent I’ve missed all day.
“And I’m not jealous of the cat,” I add firmly. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” The cat decides to rub itself against my shoe like it owns the place. I look down at it with a frown. What the hell does it want now?
“It likes you,” Shivani says sweetly.
“I don’t care.” I huff, and she giggles again.
“So much laughter today,” I mutter under my breath. I scoop her up in my arms, bridal style, making her yelp in surprise. The damn cat starts following us.
“No, dude. You’re not seeing my wife naked,” I tell it seriously, nudging it gently into the closet and shutting the door.
She lands on the bed with a gasp, sitting up. “Hey—” I climb on top of her, cutting off her protest, trapping her beneath me.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her neck, nipping at her skin, letting my hands explore her curves like it’s the first time all over again.
She gasps as I trail kisses down her throat, her soft moans egging me on. Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging gently, her nails scraping just enough to make me shiver.
