{{char}} is on the bed with angry mind. {{Krish}} came in the room.

Neela didn't expect this reaction from him. She slowly turned around to face him, taking a step back. Her anger was still visible on her face but it seemed to have subsided a little. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Your parents forced me to marry you," she said in a hushed tone, looking down at the floor. "I didn't want this." Her eyes filled with tears as she continued, "I wanted to be a classical dancer, not some man's wife!"

Neela listened to what he said but didn't respond immediately. A part of her wanted to believe him, but another part was skeptical. "How do I know I can trust you?" she asked quietly, looking up at him with teary eyes.

She paused for a moment, thinking about what he could possibly do to gain her trust. Finally, she said, "You could show me that you care... That you want me to be happy." Her voice was barely audible and full of doubt.

Neela thought about it for a moment longer before speaking. "You could help me find a dance teacher... someone who can teach me properly," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then I'd know that maybe... just maybe... I could still pursue my dreams."

The thought of someone helping her achieve her dreams brought a small smile to Neela's face. "Thank you," she whispered, tears beginning to dry on her cheeks. "I promise I'll do my best if you help me." She took a step closer to him and reached out, hesitantly touching his hand.

It was a small gesture of trust but it meant a lot to both of them. They stood there for a moment, their hands clasped together, each feeling the other's warmth and sincerity.

Neela returned his hug, her arms wrapping around him tightly. "Thank you," she murmured again, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. For the first time since this whole situation began, she felt hopeful and grateful. Maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't turn out as bad as she thought they would.

And so, with tentative steps forward, Neela began to trust Krish... little by little, day by day.

Neela took a deep breath, composing herself before answering. "There's a dance studio not too far from here," she replied, pulling away from the hug and looking at him with determination in her eyes. "I used to go there before I moved in with your family. They have excellent teachers, and I think they'd be willing to take me on as a student again."

Krish nodded understandingly, his expression softening further. "Alright, then let's go visit them tomorrow.

The next day, Neela and Krish went to the dance studio together. As they arrived, she felt a mix of anticipation and anxiety wash over her. She wasn't sure how the instructors would react to seeing her again under these circumstances, but she hoped they'd understand.

When they entered the studio, one of the teachers immediately recognized Neela and broke into a wide smile. "Neela! It's so good to see you again!" she exclaimed, giving her a warm hug.

The other instructors also greeted her with smiles and words of encouragement, making Neela feel even more relieved. As they spoke about classes and schedules, Krish stood quietly beside her, his presence reassuring and supportive.

It wasn't long before everything was settled: Neela would return to the studio three times a week, with Krish accompanying her each time. He had proven himself trustworthy and dedicated to helping her achieve her dreams.

As the days turned into weeks, Neela's passion for dancing only grew stronger. She practiced tirelessly under the watchful eye of her instructors, feeling a sense of purpose and joy that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Krish never once complained about accompanying her to classes; if anything, he seemed to enjoy watching her dance as much as she enjoyed performing for him.

The more time they spent together, the more their relationship began to blossom.

Meanwhile, as Neela's feelings for Krish grew, she found herself becoming increasingly unsure of how to express them. She didn't want to ruin the fragile trust they had built by pushing him too hard or scaring him away. As a result, she held back, afraid to take things to the next level.

One day, as they were walking back from class together, Neela noticed that Krish had grown quiet and distant. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concern written all over her face. He didn't respond immediately, but eventually shook his head, saying nothing more.

From then on, their interactions became strained and awkward. Neela continued to dance with the same passion and dedication as before, but a part of her couldn't help but feel guilty about the distance that had grown between them.

Krish's silence only served to heighten Neela's anxiety and uncertainty. She didn't know what she'd done wrong or how to fix it, and the lack of communication from him made everything even more difficult for her.

Finally, after several agonizing days, Neela mustered up the courage to confront Krish about their situation. They were alone in his bedroom when she approached him, her hands shaking as she spoke. "Krish... I'm sorry if I've done something to upset you," she began hesitantly. "But I want us to be able to talk about it, okay?"

Her words seemed to hit their mark; Krish looked up at her with surprise and hurt in his eyes.

Krish's words cut deep, and Neela felt a lump forming in her throat as tears began to well up in her eyes. "No!" she exclaimed, reaching out to touch his arm. "That's not what I meant at all! I just want us to be able to be together, that's all."

"Krish, I do want to be with you," she insisted. "I just... I'm not used to being in a relationship, and I don't know how to show it or talk about it." She wiped away a tear that had escaped down her cheek. "Please believe me when I say that."

As Krish spoke, Neela felt her heart wrench with guilt and regret. He was right; she had been selfish and uncaring in not reciprocating his affection. She hadn't realized how much it would mean to him until now.

Taking a deep breath, she reached up to cup his cheek in her hand, gently wiping away another tear that had escaped him. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I should have... I should have done something."

"No," Neela said firmly, shaking her head. "That's not true. You can't blame yourself for loving too much." Her fingers traced circles on his cheek as she continued, "Krish, I want to be with you. But... but I'm scared. I've never been in love before, and I don't know how to show it or feel it."

As Krish spoke, Neela felt overwhelmed with emotion. She knew he was right; she hadn't been giving him nearly as much affection or attention as he deserved. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to make you feel that way."

She paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and leaning forward, pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss.

The kiss was hesitant at first, but as it continued, Neela felt herself relax into it. She wrapped her arms around Krish's neck, deepening the kiss as she finally let go of her fears and allowed herself to feel something more than friendship for him.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless and flushed with emotion. "I love you," Neela whispered, her eyes shining with tears of relief and joy. "I've loved you from the very beginning."

Without waiting for an answer, Neela straddled Krish on the bed, her hands braced on either side of his head. The look in her eyes was hungry and passionate as she leaned down to claim his lips once more.

She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing together in a rhythm that spoke of desire and need. Her body pressed against his, and she moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat between them grow with each passing second.

As they continued to kiss, Neela's hands began to wander, tracing lines down his chest before reaching for the button of his jeans. She tugged at it impatiently, eager to feel him against her skin. Krish groaned into their kiss as she slid her hand inside his pants, wrapping her fingers around him.

He broke the kiss long enough to meet her gaze, and in that moment, she saw not only desire but also love reflected back at her. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm going to make love to my husband," she whispered huskily before guiding him inside her. The heat of their bodies collided as they moved together in perfect synchrony, and Neela arched her back, moaning at the incredible sensation.

Their lovemaking was passionate and urgent, each stroke deeper and more intense than the last.

As they reached their climax together, Neela felt an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude wash over her. She had finally given Krish what he wanted and needed; she had made love to him as his wife. And in doing so, she had found a new kind of happiness that she never knew existed.

When they were spent, they collapsed together on the bed, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Krish's words brought Neela back to reality with a jolt. "What do you mean?" she asked, feeling confused and slightly hurt.

"I wanted it to last longer," he murmured, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "You know, slow down... take our time."

"Oh," was all she could manage as understanding dawned. "I... I didn't know." She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

Krish shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "It's okay," he assured her. "You didn't disappoint me... I just want to make sure we both enjoy it next time." His fingers traced circles on her hip, and she shivered at the sensation.

The rest of the day passed in a blissful haze for Neela. She felt closer to Krish than ever before, and the knowledge that they could share this kind of intimacy only served to strengthen their bond. As the sun began to set, she curled up against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I disappointed you earlier," she murmured quietly into the growing darkness. "I didn't realize that was what you wanted."

"Maybe next time we can try it your way," Neela said, her voice still faint but full of promise. "I want to make sure that you're happy too." She felt Krish's arm tighten around her, pulling her closer.

With a contented sigh, she drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that from now on, their relationship would only continue to grow stronger and deeper with each passing day.

The next morning, Neela awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside her window. She stretched languidly, enjoying the warmth of Krish's body pressed against hers. As she slowly became more awake, she glanced over at him, marveling at how perfect he looked even when he was asleep.

With a smile curling onto her lips, she carefully extracted herself from his embrace and headed into the bathroom to start getting ready for class.

Neela let out a squeak of surprise as she felt Krish's arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Good morning," she said with a grin, turning to face him. As he pressed his body against hers, she couldn't help but notice the way his unaroused dick was pressing against her buttocks through their clothes.

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine at the thought of what might happen later that day or next time they were together. "I made breakfast,"

She said, gesturing to the table where a plate of eggs and toast waited. "Scrambled eggs and whole wheat toast." She turned back around and began buttering a piece of bread. "How do you like your eggs?" she asked over her shoulder.

Krish chuckled, his breath tickling her ear. "Actually," he said with a wicked grin, "I think I'd rather have you for breakfast." His hands came up to cup her breasts through her shirt, and she moaned softly as desire surged through her.

"Mmm," she murmured, closing her eyes as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "Maybe later..." She bit her lower lip suggestively before turning around to hand him a piece of buttered bread.

"Oh," she said with a laugh, blushing slightly as he directed her attention back to him. She leaned forward and bit down lightly on his bottom lip, earning a groan from him. As their eyes met, they shared a moment of intense connection that left them both breathless.

"There," she whispered, pulling away with a satisfied smile. "That's better." Krish nodded in agreement, licking the spot where her teeth had marked his lip before taking a bite of toast.

The feeling of his warm hands on her skin sent a jolt through Neela, making her heart race even faster. Her gaze never left his as he slowly spread the butter over her lips, tracing the contours with practiced ease. It felt decadent and erotic at the same time, leaving her yearning for more of his touch.

When he was finished, she leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss. "Mmm,"

Krish moaned into the kiss as he tasted the butter on her lips, his hands moving down to cup her bottom. With a grin, he pressed her closer against him, their hips now aligned and rocking together in rhythm. The feeling of his growing arousal against her was intoxicating, making it difficult for her to think about anything else.

Their kiss broke apart as Neela registered what Krish had said. A mischievous smile spread across her face. "White sauce?" she repeated, tilting her head curiously. "You mean... sperm?" Her eyes widened playfully at the thought of tasting him in such an intimate way.

Krish's question sent a thrill through her, making it even harder to concentrate on anything else. "I... I don't know," she admitted with a shiver. "It would be new and exciting." She leaned in closer, her breath mingling with his as she said, "But only if you want to do that."

Her heart raced even faster at the idea of tasting him in this way. "No," she said breathlessly, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "I mean... yes. I want it." Her fingers traced circles on his jaw as she continued, "But only if you really want me to."