Part 1 of the Rajvanshi series.
A tale of love is to be written for those who know the risk.
A story of three brothers and how they maneuver through life with their wives.
Six people, three couples, one story.
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She loves waking up like this. Well except for the fact that she slept really late at night and the sun in literally burning her face right now, she loves it. Her husband is sleeping right next to her. It's not often that she gets to see this. Advitya usually wakes up before her and the fact that she sleeps like a log, never gives her the opportunity to watch him sleep.
He looks calm. He looks carefree. Like he doesn't care what happens to the world if he is here in bed with her. She doesn't want to get up, or leave his arms. She is happy here. Both were up until really late or it would be correct to say they slept early morning. Really early, like four a.m. she was reading a book that got really interesting so she couldn't put it down and he was as usual, working. The money stealer has been identified and Advitya met him. She doesn't know who he/she is or what happened when the two met but something is clearly bothering Advitya.
So when she finished the book and called the distressed man to bed, he all but jumped on her, kissed the living daylight out of her, threw her clothes God knows where and fucked her till the crack of dawn. It seemed like he wanted to keep her with himself. That if she goes away, he would break apart. But she didn't mind.
She got to wake up before him, and watch him while he slept peacefully with his head on her chest. It's weird because he always noticed how Meera had an obsession with his chest, he never questioned it though. Whenever his wife would come to him, without a word unbutton a few top buttons of his shirt and snuggle her face in his chest for warmth, he assumed, he would just let her without a word and hold her there. Or whenever she just put her hand on his chest, he would feel the comfort it brings with her presence. He cherished it everytime.
Who was he to complain anyway? He was a man and he wanted his wife and the care and comfort she brought with herself. And while he was getting this warmth right now, he was grateful. She is with him and he wouldn't have it any other way. With that he snuggled more into her breasts and a light chuckle broke him out of the warmth. He didn't mind though. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Meera's face who had a smile on her face.
Greatest way to wake up.
"Who knew that the great and intimidating Mr. Advitya Singh Rajvansh likes to cuddle."
"Don't go around telling people, no one would believe you, besides its only for you." His usually really deep voice was huskier in the morning and that made her feel things.
With that he went back with his head in the crook of her neck. She smiled and ran her hand through his hair. He had such great hair.
For God's sake he doesn't Even use conditioner. God is biased I swear.
"What should I wear tonight? You haven't even told me where we are going. I don't want to be under or over dressed." Meera was curious to know where they are going. It's the day of the date Advitya asked her on. He still hasn't told her anything.
