Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 49

Prabhneet Kaur Aulakh

Little did I know that my heart would be taken by a man like him—a man much older than me. I never imagined myself falling for someone whose life experiences stretched far beyond mine. But fate had its own plans. Now, he is my entire world, and I cannot picture a life without him.

From the moment we met, there was something about him that pulled me in. It wasn't just his looks or his confidence—it was the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way his eyes held stories of a life I wanted to know more about. Age became nothing but a number in the face of what we felt for each other. Love does not follow rules, and I was living proof of that truth.

Every day with him is proof that love knows no limits. When he speaks, his voice is full of warmth and wisdom. When he touches me, there is a tenderness that makes me feel cherished. He is my rock, my safe place, my greatest strength. With him, I have learned what love truly means. We face life's ups and downs together, holding on to each other as if we are all that matters in this world.

In just seven months, my life has changed completely. I never believed in love like this before—love that is strong, unwavering, and safe. I used to be afraid of love, afraid of opening my heart to someone who might break it. But with him, love is effortless, like a river flowing steadily, guiding us toward a future filled with endless possibilities.

And the most beautiful part? He loves me exactly as I am. I never have to pretend or hide anything. I can be completely myself—stubborn, quiet, playful, emotional—and he still looks at me like I am the most precious thing in the world.

He spoils me with affection, always making sure I feel loved. The way he cups my face in his hands when he kisses me, the way he brushes my hair away from my face when I'm talking, the way he pulls me close when I shiver—all of it makes my heart race. He makes me feel like a queen, and in return, he is my king.

Together, we are building a life full of unforgettable moments. Every small moment—the way he laughs at my silly jokes, the way he holds my hand while driving, the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention—becomes a memory I will cherish forever. Our love is a story I want to pass down to our children one day, a story of how two souls found each other despite the odds.

I never understood love before. I used to roll my eyes when my brothers and sisters showed affection to their partners. The way they kissed, the way they whispered to each other, the way they held hands—it all seemed so unnecessary to me. I couldn't understand how they found happiness in such things. I thought love was overrated, a fantasy people chased without reason.

But life has a way of proving you wrong. When I walked down the aisle, my heart was pounding. Would I ever love my husband the way my siblings loved theirs? Would I ever feel the kind of passion and connection they had? I had so many doubts, but they all disappeared the moment I became his wife.

Now, everything makes sense. The gentle touch of his hand, the warmth of his embrace, the soft words he whispers to me—they mean everything. Love has changed me. It has shown me feelings I never knew I was capable of feeling. And I wouldn't trade this love for anything in the world.

As I stood by the window, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. A familiar warmth pressed against me, sending a shiver up my spine. A smile formed on my lips before I even turned around.

"You're home early," I murmured, leaning back into his embrace.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "What can I say? I missed my beautiful wife."

I turned in his arms, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes held a mischievous glint, but there was something else in them too—something deeper, something that made my heart swell.

"Oh really?" I teased, placing my hands on his chest. "Or did you just get tired of work?"

He smirked, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Maybe a little of both."

I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his. "I'm glad you're home."

His arms tightened around me, pulling me impossibly closer. "Me too."

For a moment, we just stood there, wrapped in each other's warmth. His heartbeat was steady against my own, grounding me, reminding me that this was real.

Then, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. It wasn't hurried or urgent. It was slow, sweet, full of emotion. A kiss that spoke of love, of longing, of a promise that no matter what happened, we would always find our way back to each other.

When we pulled away, I traced my fingers along his jawline, memorizing the feel of him. "What do you want for dinner?" I asked softly.

He grinned. "You."

I rolled my eyes, laughing as I smacked his arm. "Be serious!"

"I am serious," he said, pulling me closer again. "I just want to spend time with you."

I sighed, pretending to be exasperated, but my heart was full. "Fine. But at least let me make you something first."

He groaned playfully, but let me go, watching as I walked toward the kitchen. "You spoil me, you know that?"

I glanced back at him with a smirk. "You spoil me more."

His expression softened. "And I always will."

As I turned back to start cooking, I felt his presence behind me, his hands resting gently on my waist. Even in the smallest moments, he was there—loving me, holding me, making me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

And in that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that I had found my forever.

As I stood in the quiet of our home, lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. A familiar warmth spread through me, and I shivered slightly at the sensation of his touch. The scent of his cologne—a mixture of sandalwood and musk—filled my senses, making my heart race.

"You're home early," I murmured, tilting my head slightly as I felt his breath against my neck.

A low chuckle vibrated through his chest, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of my ear. "What can I say?" His voice was deep and filled with amusement. "I missed my beautiful wife."

I smiled at his words, warmth blooming in my chest. Even after all this time, he still knew how to make me feel special. I turned around in his embrace, my hands resting against his firm chest. His dark eyes studied me with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

"You missed me?" I teased, arching an eyebrow. "That's new. Usually, you're the one telling me I get too attached."

He smirked, his fingers gently tracing slow circles on my lower back. "I never said that. I love how attached you are," he murmured, his voice husky. "I love that you're mine."

The way he said it—possessive yet gentle—sent a shiver down my spine. My fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt.

"You're acting sweet today," I whispered, my gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips. "Did something happen?"

His smirk softened into a small smile. "Nothing happened," he assured me, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I just wanted to be with you."

I felt my heart swell at his words. It was rare for him to express his emotions so openly, and when he did, it felt like a gift. I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He sighed against my mouth, his grip on my waist tightening as he pulled me closer. "I don't say it enough," he murmured between kisses, his lips moving slowly, deliberately. "But I love you. More than anything."

I pulled back slightly, my breath uneven as I looked up at him. "You don't have to say it all the time," I whispered. "I feel it."

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his gaze filled with something deep and unspoken. "Still," he murmured, "you should hear it."

I rested my forehead against his, my fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair. "Then say it again," I whispered playfully.

He chuckled, his arms wrapping around me even tighter. "I love you," he said softly.

And in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.