Friday, 24 April 2020

AR/KASH OS: MY LIFE, MY ARMAAN




He needs a good morning kiss everyday when I wake him up, and I don't need to demand, he gives mine anyways...

He needs a peck on the forehead when he pouts, and a soft kiss on his lips then, when my pager beeps disturbing our make out...

He needs a kiss on his cheek right before he enters the OR, wishing him luck...

He needs a soft caress on his cheek when he comes home late and complains of being tired...

He needs to hide his face in my neck and just breathe, when he's already there at the hospital, and I go in late and meet him...

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He needs a stern glare from me when he says something rude to someone disturbing us...

He needs a smack right on his head when he refuses to get of the bed in the morning...

He needs me to cross my arms in front of my chest staring at him angrily, when I see a female (s**tty) patient near him...

He needs me to clutch his hair and move his head frantically until he gives up and lets me win the video game round...

He needs me to push him back harshly and not let him come near, when he says something bad about papa...



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I hate watching films with him...he does nothing for half the time, and then, when I start feeling sleepy, wants to make love...and he wins. ALWAYS.



I hate cooking when's home early, it always ends both of us in the shower...I don't know why he loves playing with the flour...and then doesn't even listen to me when I say (mind it, I only say) that I don't want him in the shower.



I hate it when he bathes earlier than me. I have to be there when he comes out of the bathroom, and then he goes for a shower again, with me. (I can't help seeing him only in a towel!)



I hate to cook what I like and he doesn't. I have to compensate for bad food in the bed. But I like the dominating him,though :P



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I love it when he holds my hand when we walk down the road...

I love it when he keeps one hand over mine when he drives the car...

I love it when he gets bored of shopping and threatens to leave me and go home, and never goes...

I love it when he calls me from hospital even when he's totally busy, saying that he missed me...

I love it when he asks me if I'm okay with him drinking with his friends in the pub, though I never object...

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He calls me basket when's sleepy...

He calls me baby when I am angry...

He calls me princess when we're both on bed, spent after making love...

He calls me dr.riddhima mallik when he is angry...

He calls me bacha when he tries to give excuse for something...



I wonder if he actually calls me riddhima anytime!

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For me, its all about him. My life, is him.


KRITIKA KASHIAN

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