His Anaa | Blinded By Love

🥀 Two • Fearless 🥀

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And I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless
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Sleeps were more peaceful after marrying Angana. At night, she would be patting his forehead until he is deep asleep and in the morning she will wake him up with her tender kisses. He was hanging in the middle of sleep and consciousness, he was waiting for the kiss to wake him up.

Angana entered the bedroom, still wearing the satin robe from last night, and carried two mugs of hot chocolate on a tray. She put the tray on the coffee table and moved to sit beside her sleeping husband.

Raghbir's sleeping habits were troublesome. He preferred sleeping naked. Yeah, as naked as the day he was born. So Angana never let the helping staff enter their bedroom when Raghbir was asleep.

She caressed his forehead and planted a kiss on his rough lips. Almost immediately he opened his eyes as if he was just waiting for the kiss.

“Good morning, Ragh.” Angana smiled and kissed his both cheeks.

Raghbir wrapped his arms around her back and pushed her down against his naked body. In matter of moments Angana was trapped between him and the mattress and Raghbir began peppering kisses all over her collarbone and neck. He was undoing the knot of her satin robe when Angana's eyes fell on the two mugs of sizzling hot chocolate awaiting for their attention.

“Ragh, I've prepared hot chocolate for us. Let's drink that first. We have the whole Sunday for ourselves.” She held his hands from moving any further.

Raghbir sighed before getting up and he walked straight to the bathroom. Angana couldn't help but stare at his muscular back until he disappeared inside. With a sigh of relief, she tied the knot of her robe and moved to sit on the grey couch. Uff, she really needed something that is not grey in their bedroom.

Raghbir came back after getting fresh, with a grey towel wrapped around his torso. He joined her on the couch and picked his mug of hot chocolate. They began drinking the chocolate in a comfortable silence. Until Raghbir decided to speak.

“Anaa, when are you going to rejoin the party office? Elections are coming. And you are on leave for more than six months.”  He, very casually, touched the topic that was bothering him since the previous night.

“I will rejoin before the election campaigns begin to get planned.” Angana replied.

“Means you don't want to become the CM face?” His question made her chuckle.

“Ragh, where did you get that idea from? I am happy handling the paperwork for the party.” She joked.

“But, if not you, then who will be the CM face?” He asked her, even though the answer was pretty obvious.

“Isn't it obvious, Raghbir? Abhimanyu will be running for the CM elections.”  She stated as a matter of fact.

“Why him and not you?”  His tone held an underlying frustration.

“Because he deserves it. And what made you think I'll become the CM?”  But Angana was unfazed and continued sipping the hot chocolate.

“Your paternal and maternal families have a strong hold over Awadh's politics. Even if you don't get a clear majority, your Angad Mamu will be willing to form a coalition government. You can easily become the CM.”  Raghbir elaborated.