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Aarav grinned at my impatience in making him confess those three magical words for me again. I was even ready to beg him to repeat them for me when Aarav curved his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

“I love you, Jaan. And I am going to say this to you like ten times a day. Just like I did before. Because for anyone else these might be just words to please their partners. For me.. they mean a way to tell you how much you mean to me. And you mean this effing universe to me. I have no life without you.”

He brushed my hair away from my face, cupping my jaws and kissed me harder. I kissed him back as every muscle, every nerve and every emotion in my body reacted even by his subtle touch. Aarav had this unique scent that tantalized every fiber of my body and it felt like I was getting obsessed with his touch.

“Say you love me too,” he demanded in between our kiss and I could only grin at his impatience.

He desperately needed me to affirm my love for him but what was the fun if I gave him what he needed that easily? When we pulled away to breathe, I stroked the wetness of our kiss from the corner of his mouth. He bit my finger in return.

“Say it, Jaan. I know you want to. Just say it.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, Aarav. I’ll say it when I feel like saying it. You can’t force me.”

His smile afterwards was so wide and perfect that I wondered what he was going to do to make sure I said it soon. But neither I asked him nor he cleared my doubts.

“Look at those hot men out there.” Sophia’s voice brings me out of my stupor.

“Indeed hot,” I murmur, looking at the dance floor where a few guys are dancing while the girls around are cheering them on.

When I turn to Aarav again, his eyes give away his displeasure that I called other men hot, that too before him. I shrug sipping my mocktail and he gulps down his drink in one go, asking the server to repeat two more similar shots.

“Keep bringing them on,” Aman mentions to the server demanding a few more shots for everyone.

“It’s burning hot here, isn’t it Jhanvi?” Jaya mocks knowing very well that Aarav is jealous. I play along.

“Very. Some men can’t handle other men’s hotness.”

“Bang on right” Sophia giggles and we three girls give each other a high five.

“Too much teasing is too bad, darling.” Mohit tries to cuddle his wife Sophia who prods him.

“We are telling the truth. I think as husbands now you should be able to handle it if we appreciate other men. At least we do that before you and not at your back.”

“She is right.” Jaya nods.

“Oh Hello,” Aman interrupts. “At least you don’t say it, baby. We have a one-year-old daughter at home.”

“So?” I finally joined the conversation. “We are women first, then wife and mother. We have every right to appreciate beauty.”

By the time I end that statement, Aarav finishes his fourth shot and then bangs the glass on the table. He whispers something to Mohit and walks away, confusing me and also making me curious about where he is going suddenly. Did I piss him off? I hope not. But a pissed Aarav is even hotter to deal with.

“Alright women… time to change your opinions tonight. You think those men are hotter than your respective husbands? We’ll prove you wrong,” Aman says, dragging Mohit too along and they follow Aarav.

“Where are they going?” Sophia inquires and I can’t wait to know that too.

On the dance floor!!

Mohit whispers something to the DJ, probably asking him to play a specific song. A piece of sexy music plays in the background as soon as Aarav, Aman and Mohit take the center of the dance floor. With all those girls around, swooning and whistling at the new faces, I can’t hold my excitement either to see what Aarav wants to do. I have never remembered him dancing and knowing he’s already high with alcohol tonight I can’t wait to see his performance. No wonder I am already sweaty and nervous.

The club buzzes with ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ as our husbands begin to dance. Now that’s what I call hotness personified. Despite being drunk, Aarav sways his hips with the music beats, having no clue what his dance movements are doing to my body. I am leaning at the corner pillar, in the dark, while Jaya and Sophia rush ahead to see our husbands dance, from closer.

Some more men join the dance floor and now the dance begins to get dirtier especially when Aarav and a few others start stripping.Don’t do that baby.I want my words to reach his ears because under no circumstance I’ll like my husband stripping amidst so many women ogling at him. But I know he is doing this on purpose. To prove to me he is the hottest guy in the world for me. That he is. All other men for me stand no chance to even be compared with him. I was just teasing him but it seems like he took it to heart.

I glare at Aarav who strips out of his suit jacket, during the dance moves and throws it at the crowd. One of the girls standing ahead kisses it, turning my glare into a scowl. When I look at Aarav again, he is grinning. He’s doing this on purpose to get my reaction and if he continues this, he is getting a lot more. The girls cheer when the men began to unbutton their shirts sexily and Aarav is also one of them. I am more than mortified... aroused and so damn angry at him for doing that before all the women around. He better stops with that and gets back to me but Aarav fails me again when he keeps going with the unbuttoning of his shirt. Even in this dark, my eyes trail the line of his abs separating his manly chest and I don’t miss to look back in his eyes when he pulls out his shirt seductively from his jeans and finally takes it off.

The girls go crazy as the other men also reach that stage of being shirtless. This is not what I had in mind when I came here. I wanted to dance with him, share a few soft drinks and then go home and sleep in his arms, or maybe more as I needed even last night. Had we not been emotionally high on Rudra’s deceit, I wouldn’t have minded giving Aarav every right on my body.

Aarav’s shirt flies in the air and hits my face, breaking my reverie. Damn hell! He purposely threw his shirt on me as if this embarrassment of seeing him stripping before hundreds of girls wasn’t enough. I’m about to throw his shirt away but I don’t. That’s not what a possessive wife would do. When he is done with this stripping show, I am going to force him to wear it again and then drag him home.

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