Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
A paper?

HansH and I checked out of the hotel the next morning and returned to our rented apartment. I don't know how long we'll stay in Korea, we don't know yet, but we've rented that apartment until the end of the year.

It was noon time, after lunch together with family members, people went to shop, leaving me and HansH who entered the main room of our apartment. I could not afford to go shopping with others because my physical condition was completely exhausted by the effects of my husband's two days of wild behavior tormenting me in pleasure. So, well, I better continue to rest in the room that from today I will occupy. I don't need shopping either.

"You really don't mind staying here for months?" ask me after we get into the room. "I'm afraid you mind, or regret, but you don't want to tell me."

Instantly, HansH's body staggered backwards, his shoulders arched down and his eyes closed. To my surprise, he pulled me into his arms, onto the bed so glaring that we fell on it together. HansH rolled to my side, opened his eyes and rested on one elbow.

But other than slipping one hand around my waist, he made no attempt to touch me. Maybe he noticed my exhausted condition even though I tried to cover it up from HansH. For a long time, HansH just hugged me, watching my face and hair, as well as his arms encircling the curves of my waist.

"It's okay. But, well, actually, the weight of it's not about leaving work, but leaving family."

Oh, I feel guilty. "Then-"

"It's okay, honey. We should stay away for a moment remembering... Sanjeev needs time to be with his family. So, let it be. It's the right choice, really. I want to give him that chance. I know he loves his sisters. He also loved Aunt Heera. All he hates is me. So let it be, I'm the one who gave up."

I'm nodding. I think HansH's decision has a point, too. Besides, I don't think I'm ready to live under one roof with Kak Sanjeev at Mahesvara's house. I was worried, and afraid that in case Brother Sanjeev still did not fully accept my marriage and HansH.

Nevermind, thought. I nodded and I thought I should change the subject of our conversation. Hesitatingly, I grabbed up and put my finger into the dense curtain of dark HansH hair. Then, unable to endure it, I stuck my thumb pads along HansH's full lower lip. At that instant, my man's eyes closed and he kissed my finger gently.

At that point HansH stopped. For some reason, he seemed stunned to hear my words. "Yes" he said raucously, and that's it. Only: yes.

"Kiss me" I asked.

Initially, HansH spoiled me, lowered his head and allowed me to fall back on the bed. Her lips pressed lightly against my lips, nodding my lips warmly. But when I tried to deepen the kiss, opened my mouth under it and stroked HansH's lower lip with my tongue, HansH pulled away.

"You're exhausted, honey," he said, opening his eyes. "And all you need now is enough rest."

HansH rolled to my side and pulled one arm over his eyes. I shifted to the other elbow and looked down at him. "You're so handsome" I said. I let my hands play around his chest. "I can imagine that one day I will give birth to boys as handsome as you. A boy who looks so much like his father. It will be a lot of fun to see you play together. Playing ball, chasing each other, and...."

"Aamiin..," said HansH before I finished my words. "Already, yeah. Now we're sleeping. You need plenty of rest to restore your condition."

Then silence. Only to the extent that I heard HansH's response to the child, and then felt as if he was not enthusiastic in this conversation. Wh why?

Oh, my little heart. Throw away those thoughts, Zia. Don't baper....