With Aruna's hand wiping sweat, Hendra infused his desire: "no need to think about it, huh," Hendra's held breath rustled, "let me reveal this tragedy, trust me, dear, you can collect it as a debt if I can't catch the culprit. The massage turned to a gentle caress as the eyes slowly closed.
Hendra got up from his seat, checking if Aruna was sleeping. After making sure his wife was asleep, the blue-eyed man went past some of the fallen objects to pick up a pillow.
He brought the pillow in his hand to his wife's head. Her head drooped, her cheeks puffy, and she slept soundly. She was exhausted.
Mahendra put his head on the pillow and straightened Aruna's clothes.
He returned to take the thick blanket patterned with lily tendrils, his wife's favorite. The large blanket was dragged up onto the bed. The heir himself was trying to tidy it up, rearranging it as perfect as before.
