Kavya pov

Three months later

It's been three months since I married Ivan. In this time, I've gotten to know him better. Sure, we've had our fights, mostly about silly things. Often, it’s Ivan who starts arguing with me. I usually stay quiet because I know he struggles with anger issues, and if I argue back, it might make things worse. I believe that's fundamental in a relationship—if one person is upset, the other should try to stay calm. There are times, though, when I get angry and end up yelling at him. At those moments, he becomes quiet, and afterwards, he goes out of his way to make me feel special.

And today, we had another silly argument. I mean, who gets upset because their wife is a fan of fictional characters? Ivan got mad at me because I mentioned yesterday that my favorite character is Dante Mohini. Of course, he’s just a fictional character, which is why I like him. But in real life, Ivan is my everything. Yet, he got grumpy because I didn't name him my favorite.

He even skipped breakfast, which made me feel sad. I realize I have to be more careful about what I say around my jealous husband. He hasn’t spoken to me since yesterday and won’t even listen to me now. What should I do with my stubborn husband, my "khadus pati"? God help me.

But despite all this, I have no complaints about my married life. Ivan has given me the best times of my life. Before marriage, my life was miserable, and I feared it would stay the same, but he has given me a heaven on Earth. I couldn’t ask for more from God. His love, care, and attention mean everything to me. He may not say it out loud, but he always shows his love through his actions.

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After Ivan goes to his office, I usually spend my day cooking or reading books in his study room because I don't have any other work. Yeah, he got me a phone, and sometimes he calls me, but I don't like to use the phone much, preferring the quiet solitude. I also make food for him; his favorite dishes are chicken dishes, so I make many types of chicken meals for him, and he loves them all. Because of him, I also learned how to make Western food. Now, he has gotten into the habit of having breakfast made by me.

About our steamy sessions, they are good, amazing, and tight with so many positions. He didn't leave any place in our house where he hasn't taken me. He just needs a chance to touch me and never leaves my side when he is at home, and I love how he becomes childlike around me.

Guess I have to work hard to make things work with him.

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**Ivan's POV**

It was nearly midnight when I returned home from the office. Usually, she would be waiting for me in the living room. I love her childish yet mature nature, but tonight, I was angry with my wife. How could she mention some other man in front of me? Am I not handsome enough, or do my hours in the gym mean nothing? Her favorite seems to be that Dante or Mohini, whatever his name is.

I decided to give her the silent treatment for at least one week because I can't stand being away from her for longer than that. When I entered my room, I saw her sitting on the sofa. She got up and asked, "Should I warm up the food? I made your favorite dishes."

I just shook my head, picked up my clothes, and went to the washroom. Keeping her a silent treatment.

Suddenly, she shocked me by following me to the bathroom, grabbing my hand, and standing in front of me while hugging me and crying. I didn't lift my hands to embrace her, even though I desperately wanted to. Through her sobs, she said, "Please, I'm sorry na. Talk to me at least. Your silence is killing me."

I couldn't stand to see her crying anymore. Although I promised myself I wouldn't talk to her, her eyes persuaded me to do what I didn't want to. I hugged her tightly and kissed her passionately. After that passionate kiss, she leaned against my shoulder to catch her breath, and then asked, "Now, are you going to eat?"

I told her, "No, I am going to eat you tonight."

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