30-12-2018, 12:13 PM
satisfying her desire of alcohol once in a while but her continuous intake of wine was a matter of concern, given the ill side effects of alcohol overdose.
He rose from his seat to receive her, setting aside his thoughts about her drunkenness. She put her arms around him and locked her lips with his in a sensual manner. Normally when she advanced towards him in a suggestive manner, the adrenaline rush would be so intense that he would roll back his eyes in pleasure but his mental situation hindered his romantic ecstasy.
It took him less than 30 seconds, much less than his usual, to pull out of the kiss and somber up the situation.
“How many times have I told you to not drink everyday, Rati? It is not good for your health. One of the main reasons of your fluctuating blood sugar levels is this”, he objurgated.
“Oh ho! Can you stop being the head of a health care company at least at night? I know how to take care of myself”, she answered with a pout, almost melting him.
“You know it is for your well-being, don’t you? I am afraid that it will ruin your health. It is also said that it affects fertility and the health of the unborn and you know that I wanted to have a child with you as a sign of our love since we entered into a relationship”, he said, expressing his heartfelt desire, hoping that she would not set the topic aside.
Rati’s expressions turned from that of pout to severe irritation, almost as if she was fed up of putting up with something hardly bearable.
“Let me make it clear, Arnav. Till today, I kept quiet thinking that you would understand my hints but today I realized that I need to spell it out for you. I would never have a child in my life”, she said, sans any emotion or concern for her husband whose dream of 14 years which he had seen from the innocent eyes of 15-year-old she had just broken with her words.
“But why? I mean, is there something you haven’t told me?” questioned Arnav, immediately feeling concerned for his wife. His thoughts hinted at anatomical aspect of her answer as his heart was unable to believe that she had rejected him without a moment of thought.
“Yes. I don’t want to have a child because that would ruin my figure. You know the stigma. Post-pregnancy, women are not accepted back into the fashion industry easily. Although that hardly matters, I won’t lose the figure people die for to a burden in my body for nine months and life for the rest of my life”, she said, disgust and irritation lining her words.
He rose from his seat to receive her, setting aside his thoughts about her drunkenness. She put her arms around him and locked her lips with his in a sensual manner. Normally when she advanced towards him in a suggestive manner, the adrenaline rush would be so intense that he would roll back his eyes in pleasure but his mental situation hindered his romantic ecstasy.
It took him less than 30 seconds, much less than his usual, to pull out of the kiss and somber up the situation.
“How many times have I told you to not drink everyday, Rati? It is not good for your health. One of the main reasons of your fluctuating blood sugar levels is this”, he objurgated.
“Oh ho! Can you stop being the head of a health care company at least at night? I know how to take care of myself”, she answered with a pout, almost melting him.
“You know it is for your well-being, don’t you? I am afraid that it will ruin your health. It is also said that it affects fertility and the health of the unborn and you know that I wanted to have a child with you as a sign of our love since we entered into a relationship”, he said, expressing his heartfelt desire, hoping that she would not set the topic aside.
Rati’s expressions turned from that of pout to severe irritation, almost as if she was fed up of putting up with something hardly bearable.
“Let me make it clear, Arnav. Till today, I kept quiet thinking that you would understand my hints but today I realized that I need to spell it out for you. I would never have a child in my life”, she said, sans any emotion or concern for her husband whose dream of 14 years which he had seen from the innocent eyes of 15-year-old she had just broken with her words.
“But why? I mean, is there something you haven’t told me?” questioned Arnav, immediately feeling concerned for his wife. His thoughts hinted at anatomical aspect of her answer as his heart was unable to believe that she had rejected him without a moment of thought.
“Yes. I don’t want to have a child because that would ruin my figure. You know the stigma. Post-pregnancy, women are not accepted back into the fashion industry easily. Although that hardly matters, I won’t lose the figure people die for to a burden in my body for nine months and life for the rest of my life”, she said, disgust and irritation lining her words.
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