Nandini's POV
So here's the situation:
I faked a fever.
He found out.
But instead of being mad, my husband decided to punish me...
With attention.
The dangerous, heart-racing kind.
And now I'm in trouble.
Currently:
Me. In his hoodie. Hair in a bun. Soup forgotten on the bedside table.
Him. Sitting beside me, one hand tucked behind my back, the other tracing slow, lazy circles on my neck.
I swear to god, he's not even trying and I feel like I'm about to explode.
"Still feeling... hot?" he asked, his voice a sinful whisper near my ear.
My brain short-circuited. "Uhm... yes. I mean—no. I mean—"
He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Should I help cool you down... or warm you up?"
I blinked.
What. Is. Happening.
Siddharth's POV
She thinks she can fake-sick her way into my arms?
Cute.
But now that she's here, flushed and soft and biting her lip like that—I'm not letting her go easily.
I leaned closer, my nose brushing her cheek. "You wanted attention, right?"
She nodded like a guilty puppy. "Only a little."
"I think you wanted this," I murmured, letting my fingers trail down her waist, tugging the hoodie slightly off her shoulder.
Her breath hitched.
"Don't worry," I added, lips ghosting her collarbone. "Doctor's orders."
Nandini's POV
Dear god.
My legs? Jelly.
My brain? MIA.
My soul? Already floating somewhere above the bed.
I grabbed the hoodie collar and pulled him closer, whispering back:
"I might need... a full-body exam."
He smirked. "No faking this time, okay?"
"I'm very real," I whispered back.
His mouth met mine, slow and searching at first—until the temperature rose. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, hoodie be damned.
Every inch of me buzzed. My fingers tangled in his hair as his kiss deepened, hungry now, no holding back.
When we finally broke apart, gasping and glowing, he leaned his forehead against mine.
"I missed you," he admitted, voice rough.
I smiled.
"So... can I fake being sick again next week?"
He laughed, low and dangerous. "You won't need to. I'm not letting you leave the bed."
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" Is it too cringe ????"