THE PROMISE OF TIME (SEQUEL of ' SPARK OF LOVE')

Chapter 8

Sorry for the delay

Hope you like the chapter. It is not edited. Kindly bear with the errors.

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Abhiram's fingers gripped the steering as he hit the accelerator and the car glided forwards smoothly. Trees lined both the sides of the narrow lane and sun played hide and seek through the canopy.

Ritika felt surveyed her husband's profile.

His eyes were narrowed however the expression on his handsome face was inscrutable. Ritika never would get tired looking at him. Her eyes slowly scanned his virile forearms dusted with dark hair as he stretched his arm to turn on the FM. The veins on the back of his hand stood out conspicuously and as a doctor she felt the uncontrollable urge to roll and push a cannula right through it. She grinned at her own thought and continued to stare at him. Slowly a hint of smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

"Weirdo. Quit staring at me."

"I am always fascinated by your veins, Ram."

"I know all about your cannula fetish, Dr.Ritika." All doctors had this fetish in common, he thought.

For a while both of them were quiet, listening to Taylor swift on the FM.

"I still can't believe you are jealous." Abhiram spoke after five minutes. He shot her a cursory glance sideways and looked ahead.

"What's so unbelievable about it?" Ritika's eyebrows moved up questioningly. Didn't he know her at all? "You talk of female psychology all the time. I can't understand men." Ritika continued.

"Why?" Abhiram was now curious.

"Men want their girl friends to be understanding. A hint of possessiveness and suddenly girl friends are clingy. You feel trapped. What not. But when it comes to wives, you people find their jealousy amusing."

Abhiram shrugged.

"That's some theory you have got. Are you taking a dig at me while pretending to generalize the issue?"

"You are not denying it." It was not a question. "Stop looking so smug," Ritika swatted his arm.

"Hmm. I would be lying if I say I don't find your jealousy endearing."

"Endearing? See that's what I have been telling you." How could she not be jealous when women irrespective of their ages, gave him hot, hungry looks.Ritika let out a harsh breath. "Ninety percent women between sixteen and sixty eye –bang you all the time. I have seen it all my life and I'm sorry I don't find it funny anymore. " She snorted.

Abhiram's eyes widened. "Language , Ritu ," he admonished her mockingly.

"Stop showing fake modesty." She crossed her arms infront of her chest. "Don't teach me language. You are the one who slips into unprintable language the moment you hit the bed, especially when you want to do unprintable things," she scoffed at him.

Abhiram cocked his brow though he knew exactly what she had meant but he bit back his smile. He knew he was  brazenly vocal in bed. Even after years of marriage, he always managed to shock her with his verbal foreplay and she still blushed like a new bride.

"Where is the demure young lady I had married?" he ran a finger on her cheek without looking at her.

"She got lost between your bed sh.." Ritika couldn't complete whatever she was going to say. Abhiram's palm cupped her mouth. He was laughing aloud now. Ritika's retort was muffled. But somehow, she managed to peel his palm off her mouth.