“Here is your ice-cream.”

After dinner, I was craving for some ice-cream and being a good husband, Zaviyaar got me some as we just overate.

We shouldn’t have finished that bucket, now we were feeling too lazy to move.

“Thanks.” I groaned, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t climb down the stairs, you are given bed rest. Or why don’t you come down for the time being?” He yawned, placing his hand on my shoulder so I could curl into his arms.

“I am not leaving my room.” I frowned.

“Then rest, Darling.” He sighed, pinching my cheeks.

“I will be fine.” I muttered as we remained like...