Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 48

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

The soft golden light of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The air was still, peaceful, and carried the faint scent of lavender from the candle we had left burning last night. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and as I turned my head, my gaze landed on her—my beautiful wife, sleeping soundly beside me.

Her face was relaxed, lips slightly parted as she breathed in a steady rhythm. The golden strands of her hair cascaded over the pillow, some curling gently against her cheek. A few wisps had fallen over her forehead, making her look even more angelic. But what really caught my attention was the way she lay—her body curled slightly, her back partially exposed, and her bare shoulders peeking out from beneath the covers. The sheets had slipped just enough to reveal the curve of her spine, the graceful arch of her body, and the way she unconsciously stretched in her sleep, as if completely at ease.

A small grin tugged at my lips. She looked so peaceful, so utterly lost in her dreams. I couldn't help but admire her, feeling a familiar warmth bloom in my chest. I reached out carefully, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, letting my fingers graze against her soft skin. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, only sighing in contentment as she nestled deeper into the pillow.

I couldn't resist leaning in, my lips brushing lightly against her forehead. "You're my everything, my love," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.

She shifted a little, a faint smile appearing on her lips before she let out a sleepy murmur. "Mmm...warm..."

I chuckled softly. "You're the one who steals all the blankets," I teased, pulling her closer and wrapping my arm around her waist. Our bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces meant to be side by side.

She hummed softly, still not quite awake, but I knew she could feel my presence. "Mm... comfy," she mumbled, pressing herself against me. I felt my heart melt at the simple gesture.

Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions, of whispered words and unspoken promises. We had loved each other fiercely, with a passion that left us breathless. And now, in the soft light of morning, I could see the evidence of that tenderness—the way she looked completely spent, yet so peaceful in my arms.

I smirked as I brushed my fingers down her spine, feeling her shiver slightly in her sleep. "You're exhausted, aren't you?" I whispered, chuckling as I kissed the top of her head.

She groaned sleepily and finally peeked one eye open, her emerald-green gaze meeting mine. "Whose fault is that?" she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

I grinned, brushing my lips against her temple. "I take full responsibility, sweetheart."

She sighed dramatically, her eyes slipping closed again. "Good... because I don't think I can move."

I laughed softly and kissed her cheek. "Then don't move. Stay here with me."

She gave a contented sigh but then suddenly wrinkled her nose. "Ugh... morning breath."

I smirked. "Yeah, about that..." I started playfully, but before I could finish, she smacked my arm with surprising strength.

"Ouch!" I yelped, rubbing the spot where she hit me. "Damn, baby, you've got some strength for someone who just said she couldn't move."

She giggled, her laughter soft and warm like a melody that wrapped around my heart. "Serves you right," she teased before snuggling deeper into my chest.

I held her closer, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You're dangerous, you know that?" I murmured against her forehead.

She smirked, her eyes still closed. "And don't you forget it."