'I was joking. What's mine also belongs. to you husband.' she thought, but words were too cheeky to leave her proud tongue.

"Vivan about the Quarry. I am an expert when it comes to the business management of hotels. So leave it to me. You have to build a beautiful hotel." she tried to explain.

Ira was not kidding when she said that she was the right one at handling hotel business.

Business is her forte. And you won't find anyone better than Ira at managing hotels.

In last life, she was the best entrepreneur, managing a chain of restaurants and hotels.

Vivan had no idea, but with the mention of running the hotels, her eyes glittered.

So he was surprised when he noticed her overwhelming interest in the hotel industry.

"You stick to drawing buildings. I will run them." Ira said, still immersed in her bright future dreams.

"Okay." Vivan nodded. He sulked.

'What drawing?! I design them.'

"Hmm... You are the best when it comes to business negotiations as well." Vivan sighed.

"Yes, You should keep learning business negotiations from me." Ira proudly said.

"Yeh, I got that useless villa," he said.

There was an awkward silence for some time. Vivan was sulking.

It finally struck her that Vivan wanted to be praised for acquiring the villa while she was dismissing his quick thought.

She chuckled. Her laughter like silver bells echoed in the room.

Vivan pouted, not willing to step down.

She suddenly turned her face and kissed his lips. He saw brilliance in her eyes with warmth and pureness of heart.

He nestled her in his arms. Ira laid her head against his chest. The couple stayed like this for some time.

His eyes were fixed on her face. "My wife is so cool," he said. Vivan was playing with her bangs.

"And?"

"Cute"

"And?"

"Evil"

"What?" Ira pouted, lifting her head to look at his face.

"Sorry sorry I meant righteous, punis.h.i.+ng the evil people." Vivan changed his words to appease her.

Ira nodded and laid back her head against his chest.

"And?" she asked again.

"And sensuous," he said. His hand was slowly crawled to her b.u.t.t.

Ira slapped off the moving hand and frowned: "You are teasing me again."

He kissed her forehead.

"And?"

"Beautiful!"

"How beautiful?"

"Its impossible to describe your beauty."

'That's just an excuse. Why couldn't you describe it? ' she would never believe the blatant lie.

What he said next downed her complaints ."I can merely praise the creator; he who sculpted you exquisitely; warm and smooth like sandalwood; pure and delicate like jade."

Ira felt overwhelmed with warmth.

"You know at when do I feel that I'm most beautiful?" she asked.

He shook his head innocently.

"When your eyes stay on me."

"Always." Vivan cupped her face and gently brushed her cheeks with his fingers.

With his eyes meeting hers he said: "You know I sometimes forget to blink when I see you."