The next morning, pale sunlight slipped past the dark curtains, flooding the dimly lit room with a soft golden hue. Wrapped in a tangle of sheets and each other’s warmth, the couple lay still—breathing in rhythm, hearts at peace.

Aakash stirred lightly, his face nestled between the curve of her breasts, his arms tightly wound around her bare waist. As he blinked his eyes open, a lazy smile curved his lips—her skin, marked with the evidence of their love, lay before him like a canvas he had claimed.

He kissed the marks softly, letting his fingers trace over them with reverence. She stirred slightly in her sleep, and he paused, a quiet chuckle escaping as he pulled the sheets up to cover her chest, tucking her in gently like something precious.

After pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he slid out of bed and wore his trousers. He cast one last glance at her—bare, beautiful, and glowing—before heading to the kitchen.

As he moved around the kitchen, a smile played on his lips—effortless, persistent, like a secret only he knew. He spent thirty minutes making breakfast—delicate pancakes stacked neatly, drizzled with golden honey, dusted with powdered sugar, and crowned with fresh raspberries. He poured a soft drink into two glasses and arranged everything on a tray.

Returning to the room, he quietly shut the door behind him, set the tray on the side table, and slipped into bed beside her. Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, he leaned in and whispered against her skin:

"Jaan, wake up… I've made breakfast. Please eat, then rest, baccha."

She stirred and groaned, her voice muffled against the pillow.

"I can't feel my legs..."

Startled, he sat her on his lap instantly.

"Was I too rough last night?"

"Rough? You were a monster!" she said dramatically.

He smirked, holding her waist through the sheets, voice teasing:

"‘Aakash, please don’t stop… faster, deeper—right there.’ These were your words, weren’t they?"

Her palm met his chest with a soft slap.

"Chup raho!" she laughed.

He tilted her chin with his knuckles.

"Itni sundar kyun dikhti ho subah subah?"

(Why do you look so beautiful every morning?)

She smiled shyly.

"Aap bhi toh shirtless hot lag rahe ho."

(You’re also looking hot… shirtless.)

"Main sirf shirtless hoon, madam. Look at yourself," he teased.

She blushed and pulled the sheet around her, then leaned back into his lap, her bare back pressing against his chest.

He ran his fingers along her waist again.

"Zyada dard ho raha hai?"

(Is it hurting a lot?)

She shook her head.

"Bas thoda sa… it was my first time."

(Just a little… it was my first time.)

His hold softened.

"If it hurts, please don’t hide it from me," he said, kissing her head gently.

"Breakfast lao," she demanded playfully, making him chuckle.

He reached for the tray and fed her lovingly, piece by piece. When she finished, she looked around.

"Where are my clothes?"

He shrugged, mischief in his eyes.

"Tore them last night... Why do you need clothes, jaan? I'm enjoying the view."

Another slap hit his chest.

"Shut up."

She attempted to get up, sheets wrapped around her, but he swept her into his arms.

"Don’t walk—your body’s sore. Take a shower, then come back to me."

He carried her to the bathroom and set her down. As he turned to leave, she grabbed his wrist.

"Shower together?"

"Am I a fool to say no to that?" he grinned and tugged the sheet off her.

His mouth was on her neck, his hands finding familiar paths across her body, and soon, the bathroom walls echoed with laughter, kisses, and breathless moans.

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Later that night…

The Rajput mansion glowed under the evening lights. Aakash and Shashi had returned home, but not everything was as composed as it seemed—especially her gait. Shashi could barely walk straight.

She now sat beside Sarthak, sipping water and talking about hospital updates.

"I hope Vrishank is a nice man to you," Sarthak asked with quiet concern.

"Yes bhai, he’s quite gentle… doesn’t speak much," she replied.

Just then, Aadarsh joined in.

"And by the way, how’s your fictional world going?"

"On a break currently," she said with a smirk.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message—from Laksha.

For the first time in months.

> Laksha: I’m coming to Pune tomorrow.

Shashi stared at it for a second before replying with a simple:

> Okay.

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That night...

Shashi curled up in bed, her limbs finally relaxing. Aakash walked in from the balcony, his presence calm and grounding. He slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around her. She immediately melted into him.

He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I love you."

"Love you too," she whispered back.

And with the soft hum of their heartbeats in sync, they fell asleep—wrapped in each other’s world.

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