Dons of Punjab: Built for Sin✔

Chapter 21

Asmani Kaur Vohra

In the depths of my soul, an overwhelming sense of gratitude envelops me, for the tangled web of misunderstandings that once ensnared us has been meticulously unraveled. Like a delicate tapestry, our hearts were intricately woven together, only to be marred by the cruel hand of miscommunication. But now, as the sun casts its golden rays upon our path, clarity has emerged from the shadows. With each word spoken, a veil is lifted, revealing the truth that had long been concealed. Oh, how my heart rejoices, for the bond we share is now unburdened, and our souls dance in harmonious synchrony once more.

The ethereal glow that graces his countenance, like a radiant sunbeam piercing through the darkest clouds, effortlessly ignites a symphony of joy within my soul. It is the enchanting curve of his lips, adorned with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, that orchestrates a harmonious dance of delight upon my visage. In that fleeting moment, the world fades into insignificance, for his smile possesses an otherworldly power to transcend the mundane. It is a bewitching spell, casting away shadows of sorrow and kindling a fire of contentment within my heart. His smile, a masterpiece of bliss, becomes my own.

Despite the incessant irritation he inflicts upon me, he remains the sole focus of my existence. His every action, however vexing, holds an inexplicable sway over my heart. The mere thought of him consumes my every waking moment, entwining our lives inextricably. His presence, like a tempestuous storm, stirs emotions within me that I struggle to comprehend. Though his words may sting and his deeds may exasperate, I find solace in the knowledge that he is the very essence of my world. For better or worse, he is the axis upon which my universe spins, and I am forever bound to him.

It had been well over a month since he was brought home, and by the grace of the Almighty, he had been restored to full health. The passage of time had woven a tapestry of healing, mending the wounds that once marred his fragile existence. With each passing day, his strength grew, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Gratitude filled his heart, for he knew that it was through divine intervention that he had been granted a second chance at life. And so, he whispered his thanks to the heavens above.

I was honestly kind of surprised when I found out he healed so quickly. Bullet wounds are not meant to heal that quickly. It seems as if my husband is Superman.

He is a hero No Doubt. I can't imagine but I would have done it had anything happen to him. I just don't understand. It's been over a month yet we have not been able to find out who shot him. The mafia has been up to it for so long yet not even a trail of information. That is very unusual considering the massive amount of soldiers we have. and not only that every single member of the family is a part of the mafia and all of them are brilliant in their fields. There's some piece of information that we're missing out on that we're not able to figure out. My idiot husband has been making love to me every single night since he's healed. I'm not complaining about it but I'm complaining about it. As much as I love it I'm exhausted. I have not been able to walk properly for two days. Which I don't think it's a good thing.

"My love, where are you?!" Ah speak of the devil and the devil arrives. He finally began going back to work just yesterday. The house had been too quiet for my liking so I've been spending more time at the Aulakh mansion than usual. It's fun helping with little kids. Veeru, Harbi, and Yuvi are so fun to hang around.

My heart swells with adoration for the little ones, their innocent laughter and curious eyes. The thought of nurturing a tiny life of my own fills me with indescribable joy. I yearn to hold my own bundle of joy, to watch them grow and learn, to guide them through life's twists and turns. The anticipation of motherhood consumes me, a fire that burns bright within my soul. I dream of the day when I can finally cradle my own child in my arms, shower them with love, and watch them flourish into their own unique being.