His hands slid beneath her bra gown, his touch warm and possessive against her soft skin. She gasped softly, clutching his thighs tightly as a shiver ran through her body.
"Shh... relax, baby girl. It's me—your husband. No need to panic or be shy," he whispered against her ear, his voice thick with desire. His fingers moved in slow, teasing circles, making her melt into his touch.
The tension in her muscles faded, and she leaned into his chest, her heart pounding. His warmth wrapped around her like a cocoon, and soon, with her eyes fluttering shut, she slipped into a peaceful sleep.
Anand smiled to himself, watching her. She was a mix of innocence and fire—a combination that drove him crazy. Pulling her closer, he held her tight, careful not to wake her, and let sleep take over while his thoughts stayed on her—his wife, his everything.
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Morning arrived softly.
A faint sensation stirred him from sleep—a warm, damp feeling against his chest. Frowning slightly, he opened his eyes and looked down, realizing the source.
Pari. She was lactating. A small patch of moisture stained his shirt.
A slow smile spread across his face as he gently brushed her hair aside. The sight touched something deep within him—this was their new reality, and he loved every bit of it.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Pari... baby, wake up," he murmured.
She stirred, stretching like a kitten before her sleepy eyes met his. The moment she noticed the dampness, her face flushed with embarrassment.
But then she remembered his words from the night before—his reassurance, his love. Instead of pulling away, she smiled softly. "Let me freshen up, and then we'll feed Sia baby," she said, her voice warm and sweet.
His gaze softened. "Are you comfortable with me being there?" he asked gently.
She tilted her head, playful mischief dancing in her eyes. "Obviously, you're my husband. Why would I be uncomfortable? Unless..." She smirked. "You want me to find a new one?"
His jaw tightened as he narrowed his eyes. "Don't test me, Pari," he warned, his voice low and rough. "And should I join you in the shower too?" He leaned closer, his words brushing against her skin like a promise.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. "You're impossible!" she squeaked, darting toward the bathroom in a flustered rush.
Chuckling, he called after her, "Why so shy now, baby girl?"
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When she returned, she wore his shirt—oversized and falling just above her thighs. The sight of her, fresh-faced and wrapped in his clothes, sent heat surging through him.
She paused at the doorway, her heart warming at the scene before her.
Anand, the same man who ran multimillion-dollar deals without breaking a sweat, was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with Sia's dolls. His deep, commanding voice softened as he made the dolls "talk," and Sia squealed in delight.
The sight was both cute and hot—and it made her heart race.
Clearing her throat to announce her presence, she smiled as Sia turned toward her.
"Mumma!" Sia's face lit up, and she raced into Pari's arms, planting soft kisses on her cheeks.
Pari laughed, holding her tightly. "Bunny, today Mumma is going to feed you something very special," she cooed. "It's full of energy. You'll become even stronger after this."
Sia blinked curiously. "Daddy too? Is that why Daddy is stlong (strong)?" she asked in her sweet baby voice.
Anand, amused and clearly enjoying the teasing, smirked. "No, baby. Mumma only gives that to Sia. Daddy doesn't get any."
"Bad hablt... shling ij caring!" Sia huffed, crossing her tiny arms.
Pari glared at both of them—their combined mischief was too much to handle. "Quiet, both of you! This is only for Princess Sia. May I feed Your Majesty now?"
"Hehehe, okay, Mumma!" Sia giggled, her innocence melting Pari's heart.
Yet, as she prepared to feed her, a flicker of nervousness crept in. She wanted to do this right, but what if she didn't?
Sensing her hesitation, Anand's playful expression softened. "Can I help you, Pari?" he asked, his voice low and full of care. "If you don't mind."
Relief flooded her chest. "Please," she whispered.
With the same tenderness he always showed her, Anand guided her to the armchair and helped position Sia in her lap. As he lifted her shirt, his fingers brushed against her skin, and heat flared between them—but his focus remained on helping her.
"Daddy, I don't have boobies. Make for me!" Sia blurted out.
Anand froze, and for the first time in years, the confident, powerful man turned bright red.
"O-Oh, my baby..." he stammered. "When you grow up like Mumma, you'll have them too."
Pari burst into laughter, leaning her head back. "You're blushing!" she teased.
"I am not," he muttered, though his ears burned. His embarrassment only made her laugh harder.
When Sia finally settled and began nursing, tears welled in Pari's eyes. The overwhelming warmth of becoming a mother—of sharing this intimate connection—was more profound than she had ever imagined.
"I... I've entered motherhood," she whispered. "This feeling is so pure."
Anand brushed a tear from her cheek. "I'm so proud of you," he murmured. "Not all women are the same—but you? You're the best wife and the most amazing mother."
As Sia fell asleep in her arms, Pari snuggled closer to him. "Did you see the way she looked at me?" she asked softly. "It was... so beautiful."
He cleared his throat, masking his emotion with playful charm. "Well, speaking of beautiful... Would Sia Princess's Mumma like to go on a date with Daddy Monster tonight?"
Her heart fluttered. "For sure, Daddy Monster."
"My pleasure, wife," he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead.
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The rest of the day flew by in a blur of unpacking and playtime. But beneath Anand's calm exterior, excitement buzzed through him—he couldn't wait for their date.
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