As I was about to drift off to sleep, I felt the bed shift, and in the next moment, Devyansh slipped in beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. My heart skipped a beat. It felt so surreal- this was my second time sleeping beside someone, let alone cuddling. His warmth surrounded me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety as he held me.
But then, amidst the calming closeness, I suddenly felt a slight pressure on my waist. It was a dull, tingling sensation that made me snap out of my thoughts. Realizing. what was happening, I felt my breath hitch-his hand had slipped under my shirt, resting against my skin. My entire body went still, and when I
glanced up, I found him staring at me, his eyes filled with a heated intensity. That gaze-dark, smoldering-sent waves of nervousness and anticipation through me.
I tried to look away, suddenly shy, and was about to bury my face in his chest to hide my blush when he cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing across my cheek. He turned my head back towards him, making sure I couldn't escape his eyes. My heart raced even faster as his gaze dropped from my eyes to my lips, lingering there with a hunger that made me feel weak.
Before I could process what was happening, he leaned in slowly,closing the gap between us. His lips brushed against mine softly at first, almost testing the waters, but when he sensed no resistance, he deepened the kiss. The sensation sent sparks through my entire being. His kiss was possessive, claiming, like he was silently telling me that I was his, and only his.
I felt overwhelmed by the emotions swirling between us-the intensity, the passion, the warmth. All I could do was melt into the moment, feeling every ounce of love, desire, and protectiveness he poured into that kiss.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine again, filled with unspoken promises. "You're mine,Ananya," he whispered against my lips, making my heart flutter.
Completely flustered, I snuggled closer, resting my head against his chest, trying to steady my racing heart. He held me even tighter, his hand still tracing lazy patterns on my waist. In that moment, I realized just how much I loved being in his arms. The world outside could wait -right now, it was just us, wrapped in each other's warmth, content in the silence and the closeness.
I didn't need to say anything. He understood, and that was enough. Slowly, the exhaustion took over, and with his heartbeat as my lullaby, I finally drifted into the most peaceful sleep I'd ever had.
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The next morning, I woke up around 6 AM to find myself still wrapped in Devyansh's arms. He was holding me so tightly that I could barely move. I tried to shift a little, but he just snuggled closer, as if even in his sleep, he couldn't let go of me. A small smile crept onto my face as I looked up at him.
He looked so different in his sleep-soft, peaceful, and almost innocent, unlike his usual dominating and intense self. Seeing him like this, I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently caress his hair, letting my fingers run through the soft strands. He didn't stir, so I let my touch trail down, brushing across his forehead, then his cheeks, and finally, I let my thumb softly glide over his lips.
Those lips... I couldn't help but smile to myself. This man loves nothing more than assaulting my lips whenever he gets the chance. Whether it's a quick peck or a deep, lingering kiss, he always finds a way to remind me that I'm his. The thought made my cheeks warm up.
As I continued to stare at him, my heart filled with a mix of affection and awe. Who would've thought that this strong, powerful man-my husband-could look so vulnerable and boyish in his sleep? I leaned in closer, resting my head back on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, savoring the moment.
Just then, his hold on me tightened even more, and I felt him nuzzle his face into my hair. I froze, wondering if he was awake, but his slow, even breathing told me he was still lost in his dreams. Smiling to myself, I decided not to move and just let him hold me like this a little longer. There was something so comforting, so perfect about waking up like this, tangled in each other's warmth.
As much as I knew we'd have to get up eventually and face the day, for now, I was content just being here, next to him, cherishing this peaceful morning together.
As I lay there in his arms, enjoying the moment, I felt Devyansh stir slightly. Before I could react, he tightened his hold on me even more, pulling me closer. He buried his face in my neck and began placing soft, lingering kisses along my skin. Each kiss sent shivers down my spine, making me feel a mix of nervousness and longing.
"Mmm... good morning," I whispered, my voice barely steady as his lips worked their magic on me. I tried to keep it casual and added, "Aap uth jaiye, it's time to wake up."
But instead of listening, he mumbled something in a husky voice that was more of a groan, refusing to let go. His lips traveled up to the spot just below my ear, where he placed a particularly slow, warm kiss that made my breath hitch.
"Devyansh..." I managed to say, my voice trailing off as I tried to keep some composure, but it was impossible with the way he was teasing me.
"Hm?" he murmured against my skin, clearly more interested in his "good morning" routine than actually getting out of bed. I could feel him smile against my neck, knowing exactly the effect he was having on me.
"Stop na... humey ab uthna chahiye," I protested weakly, but my body betrayed me as I found myself leaning into his touch instead of pulling away.
He chuckled softly, his breath hot against my ear. "Kyun? Humari morning itni achi chal rahi hai," he whispered before resuming his trail of kisses. His hand slipped under my shirt, resting on my waist, and I could feel the warmth of his touch against my skin.
I closed my eyes, biting my lip to hold back a gasp. His kisses, his touch, everything about him was making it impossible to think straight. A part of me wanted more: while another part was still trying to remind him that we needed to start the day.
But Devyansh clearly had other plans. Ignoring my half-hearted attempts to stop him, he tilted my face toward his and looked into my eyes with that familiar, intense gaze. "Aaj toh hum aapko kahin nahi jaane dainge," he said in a low, teasing tone that sent a thrill through me.
And just like that, I knew I wasn't getting out of his hold anytime soon. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, possessive kiss that made me melt into him completely. Any thoughts of getting up, of starting the day, vanished as I got lost in his touch, his warmth, and the undeniable connection between us.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing kisses and lingering touches, Devyansh finally loosened his grip and let me go. I was breathless, my heart still racing from his closeness. As I tried to gather myself, he smiled at me with that boyish charm that always made my heart flutter.
"This is the best morning of my life, jaan. Har subah aisi hi honi chahiye," he said, his voice deep and filled with warmth.
Blushing at his words, I managed to break free and hurriedly got out of bed. I was already running late, so I quickly started getting ready. As I fixed my hair and adjusted my outfit, I couldn't help but smile to myself, thinking about how playful and romantic our mornings had become.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my look, the door opened, and Devyansh walked back in, all sweaty and fresh from what was clearly an intense gym session. His T-shirt clung to his chest, and his hair was slightly messy, making him look effortlessly handsome.
Before I could say anything, he strode over to me, his eyes holding that familiar glint of mischief. Without warning, he slipped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.
"You look stunning," he murmured, his voice husky from exertion, his breath still slightly ragged. "Par jo sabse zyada achi lagti ho, wo hai meri arms mein."
My cheeks heated up as he held me close, his grip firm yet gentle. "Devyansh, aap gym se abhi aaye hain... itne pas aana zaroori hai?" I said, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as his nearness made me melt.
He just grinned and leaned in even closer, brushing his lips against my ear. "Mujhe aapke paas rehne ka har haq hai. Vaise bhi, husband hau aapka, huck hai hamara" he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I bit my lip to hold back a smile, knowing there was no point arguing with him. "Aap bhi na... sab kuch aise hi romantic bana dete ho."
He chuckled softly, his thumb caressing my waist. "Main apni biwi ke saath romantic nahi honga toh kis ke saath honga?"
I playfully pushed him away. "Okay, ab please fresh ho jaiye. Aap gym ke baad seedha mere paas aa gaye ho!"
He laughed and, with one last teasing kiss on my forehead, finally let go. "Theek hai, Mrs. Devyansh. Par yaad rakhna, aaj raat ko bhi aise hi close hone ka plan hai."
I shook my head, trying to hide my smile as he winked and headed toward the bathroom to freshen up. As I watched him walk away, I couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness. Life with Devyansh was going to be full of these sweet, romantic moments, and I was more than ready to enjoy every single one of them.
I took a deep breath as I adjusted my saree and headed downstairs. The mansion was buzzing with energy, with people moving around, chatting, and preparing for the day. As I greeted everyone, Devyansh's mother called out to me.
"Ananya beta, aaj tumhe pehli rasoi ka ritual karna hai. Tumhe ek meetha dish banani hogi," she said with a warm smile.
I nodded, determined to impress. "Ji aunty... I mean, ji maa," I quickly corrected myself, remembering her insistence that I start calling her 'maa' now. She smiled approvingly, and I felt a sense of pride swell in my chest.
But I didn't want to stop at just a sweet dish. I decided to prepare the entire breakfast. Why not make a good impression, right? I rolled up my sleeves and got to work in the kitchen. I decided on a simple yet delicious menu-parathas, sabzi, and, of course, the kheer for the ritual.
As I was stirring the kheer, Priya walked into the kitchen with her usual bright energy. "Bhabhi! Itni mehnat kyun kar rahi ho? Tumhe bas ek meetha banane ko kaha tha, breakfast poora ka poora tum kyu bana rahi ho?"
I smiled at her. "Socha sabke liye kuch special bana doon. Aaj pehli rasoi hai, toh bas... accha hi karna hai."
Priya grinned and jumped in to help. "Toh phir, main bhi help karti hoon. Waise bhi, sab tumhari cooking ki tareef karenge toh main kyun peeche rahoon?"
We both laughed and continued cooking. Soon enough, the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the kitchen. Everything was ready, and I began plating the breakfast.
As we carried the dishes out to the dining table, I noticed that almost everyone was already seated, except Devyansh. I couldn't help but look around for him. Just then, he walked in.
He was dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, yet he looked effortlessly handsome. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him. How does he manage to look so good in even the simplest clothes?
He caught me staring and smirked slightly, his eyes holding that familiar teasing glint. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to focus on setting the table. But my hands betrayed me as I fumbled slightly with the serving spoons.
He took his seat at the head of the table, looking completely in his element. "Breakfast looks amazing, Mrs. Devyansh," he said, his tone laced with amusement.
I blushed at his words, trying to focus on serving everyone instead of letting his gaze fluster me. As everyone started eating, Devyansh's mother took a bite of the kheer and smiled.
"Ananya, yeh kheer toh bohot hi acchi bani hai. Bilkul ghar jaisi mithas hai isme," she complimented.
Priya nodded in agreement. "Waise bhabhi, aap sach mein ek complete package ho. Cooking bhi itni acchi, aur dekhne mein toh..." She winked playfully, making me blush even more.
I glanced at Devyansh, who was quietly eating but had that satisfied look on his face. He didn't need to say much; his eyes conveyed everything.