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When Sharath got home that evening, Kusha didn't come to the door to greet him. She wasn't in the bedroom either. It was a little strange. No matter how busy she was, Kusha usually made a point to connect with him after he got home, at least for a few minutes.
He found her in the next most likely place: she was at her desk in her home office, muttering irritably to herself as she sketched on her tablet.
Last night had been a little strange, and Sharath had to admit he was getting concerned. When he got home, Kusha had been dressed in a tight, slutty little outfit, which was unusual all by itself. She had flirted with him aggressively in a way that left him equally bewildered and aroused. And then, for reasons that Sharath still didn't quite understand, she had got... annoyed? And despite that annoyance, she had demanded a kind of rough sex she normally didn't like.
It didn't add up. And Sharath was a little worried about what might be driving these sudden shifts in behavior. He approached his wife silently from behind and laid a hand on her shoulder.
She jumped with a gasp and closed the tablet, but not before Sharath saw the project label in the top corner: Rakesh Kumar, Bedroom. Sharath felt a prickle of anxiety. It was just a bedroom design, right? Why was she acting almost guilty for working on it?
"God! Don't scare me like that!" said Kusha huffily. She sighed and raked her fingers through her lovely, dark hair, losing a little of the tension from her body. "...Sorry. I guess I'm all over the place today. I didn't hear you come in." She wrapped one arm around him and pressed her head into his side in a half-hug.
"You've been working too hard lately," said Sharath, rubbing a hand over his wife's tense shoulders. "What you need right now is a glass of wine and some mindless TV, not more work."
"Honey, I..." she began reluctantly, staring sidelong at her tablet with an odd expression of annoyance mixed with longing. She let out an explosive breath. "You know what? You're right. A glass of wine sounds perfect. I'll meet you at the couch."
He found her in the next most likely place: she was at her desk in her home office, muttering irritably to herself as she sketched on her tablet.
Last night had been a little strange, and Sharath had to admit he was getting concerned. When he got home, Kusha had been dressed in a tight, slutty little outfit, which was unusual all by itself. She had flirted with him aggressively in a way that left him equally bewildered and aroused. And then, for reasons that Sharath still didn't quite understand, she had got... annoyed? And despite that annoyance, she had demanded a kind of rough sex she normally didn't like.
It didn't add up. And Sharath was a little worried about what might be driving these sudden shifts in behavior. He approached his wife silently from behind and laid a hand on her shoulder.
She jumped with a gasp and closed the tablet, but not before Sharath saw the project label in the top corner: Rakesh Kumar, Bedroom. Sharath felt a prickle of anxiety. It was just a bedroom design, right? Why was she acting almost guilty for working on it?
"God! Don't scare me like that!" said Kusha huffily. She sighed and raked her fingers through her lovely, dark hair, losing a little of the tension from her body. "...Sorry. I guess I'm all over the place today. I didn't hear you come in." She wrapped one arm around him and pressed her head into his side in a half-hug.
"You've been working too hard lately," said Sharath, rubbing a hand over his wife's tense shoulders. "What you need right now is a glass of wine and some mindless TV, not more work."
"Honey, I..." she began reluctantly, staring sidelong at her tablet with an odd expression of annoyance mixed with longing. She let out an explosive breath. "You know what? You're right. A glass of wine sounds perfect. I'll meet you at the couch."
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