⚠️ This chapter contains mature and intimate content. Reader discretion is advised.

~Batana Mera farz tha baki apki marzi

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After a long, exhausting week, the city breathed in a gentle calm as the evening settled in. The sun dipped behind the skyline, painting the world in tones of gold and lavender, while a soft breeze meandered through the quiet streets of Pune.

Shashi sat behind the wheel of her car, driving herself-despite the convoy of security vehicles trailing behind from the Laksha Oberoi empire. Her eyes remained steady, her face serene, but her body yearned for rest.

She rolled into the mansion's driveway. As always, the front lawn radiated comfort: elders sipping tea, soft banter floating through the air, and the clinking of porcelain cups against saucers. It was their daily ritual, and it gave the house its soul.

Shashi greeted them with a smile but didn't pause. She ascended the stairs and disappeared into her room.

She had just returned from the hospital. And her body... it needed water. Solace. Silence.

After a long, warm shower, she stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. Her damp hair clung to her neck, droplets tracing the curve of her collarbone. She walked over to the closet, fingers brushing through the fabrics, deciding what to wear.

Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist from behind, making her gasp softly.

But that scent-that warmth-was unmistakable.

Aakash.

Her stiff shoulders melted instantly, her cold skin pressed back against his warmth. She relaxed into him, her head resting beneath his jaw, her heartbeat syncing to the rhythm of his breath.

His hands traced the towel at her waist, slow and deliberate.

"Aap hospital se kab aaye?" she asked, voice soft.

[When did you come from the hospital?]

"Apse 30 minutes pehle," he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

[Thirty minutes before you.]

She shivered.

"Jaan, I try so hard to behave around you... and then you walk out like this-wrapped in a towel."

His lips moved along her neck, and her body betrayed her-trembling, breath hitching.

His hands, now bolder, traced the sides of her breasts and grazed her nipple. She arched slightly, eyes fluttering shut.

"Aa... Aakash," she moaned.

"Aa... ishh..." she whispered as he gently bit the sensitive skin of her neck.

"I love this mole on your neck," he said, his voice thick with desire. "It's... ridiculously seductive."

He kissed the mole-then the new mark he left just beside it.

"Jaan..." he breathed.

She hummed, still trembling.

"Can I?"

She gave him the smallest nod, her cheeks already flushed pink.

He turned her gently, holding her face in his palms before pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. Their lips collided-wild and raw, as if they had been waiting for this moment for years.

Without breaking the kiss, she tugged off his shirt, her fingers tracing his bare chest. He looked at her, his eyes dark with love and lust.

Then, without hesitation, he slowly undid the tuck of her towel. It fell, pooling at her feet like silk. He looked into her eyes, which shone with nothing but trust.

"I love you," she whispered.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed as if she were the most precious thing he had ever held. Gently laying her down, he hovered above her, raining kisses-on her neck, collarbone, and breasts.

Moans escaped her lips, soft whispers mingling with the heavy silence of the room. And beyond their closed doors, the world ceased to exist.

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Later, Shashi lay breathless, her body trembling with aftershocks. Aakash's lips lingered over her chest before trailing down slowly. He kissed her inner thighs, making her flinch with sensitivity and anticipation.

And then, he looked up at her.

Her eyes were closed, her breath shallow. Her lips were red and swollen, marked with desire. Her body bore the signs of his love-possessive, tender, sacred.

His tongue moved with practiced reverence, devouring her, tasting her, worshipping her.

And then-

He pulled away and whispered, "Let's take a shower."

"I can't... I have no energy," she mumbled, her voice hoarse, her eyes heavy.

He kissed her cheek and wiped away the tears that had formed without her realizing. "Okay, then let me clean you."

He wrapped a towel around his waist, stepped into the bathroom, and returned with a warm, damp cloth. With soft apologies, he cleaned her carefully, pausing every time she flinched.

"Shall I dress you in my shirt?" he asked.

"Hmm," she nodded shyly.

He helped her into one of his oversized shirts and buttoned it with care.

"Baby, I'll bring dinner," he said with a smile.

He left the room quietly and, when asked downstairs, simply told them, "She's tired from the hospital." Carrying a tray with her favorite food, he returned and placed it on the bed.

He fed her lovingly, wiping the corner of her mouth like she was something sacred.

Afterward, they lay back under the quilt. His fingers massaged her thighs and her lower abdomen with care.

"I'm sorry," he whispered suddenly.

"For what?" she asked.

"If I hurt you..." Guilt shadowed his eyes.

She looked at him, her heart softening. "You didn't," she whispered, placing a kiss on his chest.

She curled up in his lap, her head resting against him. His hand circled her waist, tracing the fabric of the shirt she wore.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you more."

She giggled and held his hand tighter, their fingers intertwining under the covers.

He kissed the top of her head.

"Baby, you never told me-when's the hospital opening?"

"Everything happened so fast. The ceremony is next month," she replied with a sleepy smile.

She paused. "Aakash?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you see our future?" Her eyes shimmered with quiet hope.

He smiled, pulling her closer. "You. Me. Shamelessly in love. And two... maybe three tiny versions of you."

She laughed, her giggle a melody.

"That's not happening anytime soon."

"Jaan, I have excellent stamina. Want to try again?" he teased.

"Oh, I know you do," she grinned. "I'm not doubting you."

"Do you want a son or a daughter?" she asked.

"I said tiny version of you, didn't I? Daughter."

"As if it's in your hands!" she rolled her eyes.

"I'll work hard for it."

She laughed and leaned in. "What if we have one of each?"

"I'll take two daughters."

She shook her head with a tender smile. Then, with a soft breath, she whispered:

"Agar humari beti huyi na... toh voh sabse khushnaseeb hogi."

[If we have a daughter... she'll be the luckiest.]

"Kaise?" he asked gently.

[How?]

"Because she'll have a father like you... One who won't insult her, who won't take her for granted. One who'll never tell her she isn't safe..."

Aakash's arms wrapped around her tighter.

"Jaan, please... don't cry remembering all that."

"I don't feel like crying anymore." She smiled faintly, her eyes shining with healing.

He kissed her temple. "Just be with me."

"Forever."

They said it together, softly.

And then the world went quiet around them-just two hearts beating in sync under one quilt, in a home that finally felt like theirs.

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