His Anaa | Blinded By Love

🥀 Fifteen • Epilogue 🥀

Raghini had Raghbir's sarcasm, Sahana's sass, Chahana's confidence and Angana's softness. She had it all. She was five year old now and everyone loved the way she spoke. She had a soft voice and words rolled like butter from her tongue. Raghbir loved to hear her rants because of her enchanting voice.

Raghbir and Angana had a son previous year whom Angana named Prem. She didn't want to name her son Abeer, Rehan, Kian or Ayan. She didn't even know what those names meant. So she named him Prem.

Everyone said it wasn't a unique name. That they should go for a modern and unique first name. But humans aren't unique. We believe we are unique. But we aren't. We follow patterns. If every human was unique then the term Herd Mentality wouldn't have existed.

So she chose a meaningful name over endless modern, unique and weird names.

That evening Raghini was doing her homework. Usually Angana would help her. But that day Prem was giving her a tough time so Raghbir helped Raghini with the homework.

“Dad, there's a boy in my class who calls me RRR.” She worded out with such perfection even though there was a pout on her face.

“Oh, RRR is such a nice movie. You should take that as a compliment.” Raghbir smiled.

“No, you will scold him on parents meeting. ” She demanded very cutely.

“Okay, I will scold him. Happy?”

“Hmm.” She nodded and went back to do her homework.

When she was done with the homework, Raghini went to watch her favorite cartoon while Raghbir strolled to the bedroom upstairs where Angana was handling a very cranky Prem.

“Ragh, he is still cranky.” She whined, “I'm tired. Handle him for a while.” Saying so she handed baby Prem to his father and laid down on the bed.

Raghbir took Prem to living room where Raghini was watching her favorite cartoon. She smiled seeing her little brother and opened her arms to pick him. Raghbir let her pick him in her tiny arms and Prem instantly began smiling.

“Oh, so he wanted to play with you.” Raghbir shook his head.

“Ragh, take care of Prem. I'll just go and check on Mumma.”

Raghini nodded and he went upstairs. Angana had her eyes closed as she rested in silence. Ah, silence was a rarity in her life nowadays.

“Anaa, baby, are you feeling alright?” Raghbir sat down beside her and caressed her hair.

“I feel tired.” She mumbled and put her head in his lap, “Where are the kids though?”

“They are in the living hall. Prem went back to normal when Ragh picked him. Maybe he wanted to play with her.”

“Ah, he is so mysterious. I can hardly understand his ways. He is like you, but way more complex. I pity his future wife.”  She spoke while wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Aye, I'm a simple man. You are the complex one here.”  Raghbir argued.

“Acha, go back to the kids. I'll be downstairs in a while.”  And she let go his body, lying straight on the bed.

“You can sleep if you want. I'll handle the kids.”  He offered caressing her belly inside her silk shirt.

“No, it's alright. And you can give me some relief at night, you know.”  She batted her eyelashes at him.

“Oh, I would love to.”  He smirked and bent down to peck her lips before standing up and leaving the bedroom

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A tiny bed was placed in the corner of their bedroom for Raghini. She didn't like sleeping between her parents, but she was too young to sleep alone. So they decided to put a small bed for her in their bedroom. While Prem slept in the crib.

Raghbir no more slept fully nude. He wore sweatpants to the bed. But still liked to remain bare chested at night.

That night Raghbir had his hands inside her panties under the duvet. Angana had her hand on her mouth, controlling her moans to not wake up the kids. But it was difficult to not moan when his fingers rubbed against her skin at rapid speed.

“I want to put my head between your thighs and eat your flesh.” He whispered against her ear and kissed her earlobe.

“Maybe some other time.” She whispered back.

He kept going on, rubbing on her wet clitoris and only stopped when his hand began aching from the constant movement.

Angana sighed, tired from the multiple orgasms he always gave her and the moans she had to hold back.

Though Raghbir wasn't done yet. His hand now went inside her shirt and unhooked her bra before fondling her breast. Angana almost moaned at the touch.

Raghbir had grown fond of her breasts particularly. They had become softer after pregnancy and touching them would always make her moan.

Soon he pulled her shirt up and put his mouth over her left breast. And Angana let out a soft moan. She clutched to the sides of her pillow as he showed some attention to her bosom.

“Ragh, let's stop. Or we won't be able to wake up on time.”

Raghbir nodded and with one last lingering kiss, he hooked her bra and adjusted her shirt before spooning her in his arms.

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The next morning, Angana readied Raghini for school while Raghbir made Prem drink milk from the bottle. Later, when Raghini was dressed in her school uniform, Angana took Prem from him so he could get ready for the office. Soon Raghini left for the bus stop with a young maid. Prem too fell asleep so Angana put him in the crib.

Raghbir took the opportunity and encouraged her to have shower with him. Angana initially resisted but then agreed after his pleadings. He took her under the shower. It was quick. Otherwise, he would get late for the office. With one last kiss, he let her go and they took an actual shower after that.

They had their breakfast together, talking about random stuff and then left for the office, but not before kissing the hell out of her and ruining her lipstick for may be the fifth time in the morning. Maybe she should just stop using lipsticks.

“We will utilise your mini Taylor Swift museum tonight. Wear lingerie under your clothes.” He told her and pecked her lips and sat inside his car.

Angana waved at him as he drove out of the house and then went back to check upon her son.

Five years back, she was afraid that Raghbir's ambitions will ruin their marriage. But at that time she didn't know that he loved her way too much to let her go. Now they were together for more than thirteen years and he still loved her and would make her feel loved through his words, actions, touches, kisses and intimacy. Angana felt blessed to be his wife and to be the mother of his kids. For he made her feel special all the time, never even hurting her with his words. And she cherished his presence in her life. Being loved by someone is the most beautiful feeling in this world and he made her feel it. And she just hoped she could do the same for him. Making him feel loved.

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The End

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