Whispers of Romance

"Family bonds and teasing tales"

Viyansh POV,

My sleep was disrupted when I sensed movement on my chest. Opening my eyes, I was astonished to find that my wife had sprawled all over me. Her head rested on my chest, while her right hand embraced my torso, and her legs were entangled with mine. Initially, I attempted to free myself, but she only tightened her grip.

After a moment of contemplation, I questioned why I was attempting to break free. After all, it was not something I disliked; in fact, I found myself enjoying the closeness. As I considered this, she stirred slightly in her sleep. Deciding to feign sleep, I was relieved when she didn't wake up. She merely lifted her face a bit, granting me a clear view of her serene expression.

I found myself captivated by her, and instinctively, I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was then that I noticed something I hadn't observed before – a mole just below her lower lip on the left corner. My heart raced as I gazed at the mole, a sudden desire to touch, feel, and kiss it overwhelming me. At that moment, she licked her lips in her sleep.

Realizing the intensity of my thoughts, I questioned myself, "What the hell am I even thinking?" Aware that if I continued to gaze at her, I might succumb to the impulse to kiss her, I carefully disentangled myself from her and rose from the bed.

Drinnngggg drinnnggggg

When her alarm blared, to my surprise, she didn't even flinch. Was she such a heavy sleeper? Regardless, considering we had a late-night conversation, I decided to let her sleep a bit longer. I turned off her alarm and headed to the bathroom. As I stood under the shower, my thoughts lingered on what Vihaan had revealed the previous day. I was taken aback by the revelations about her past, realizing there was much more beneath the surface that remained unknown to everyone but her.

Contemplating these thoughts, I hoped that we would soon grow comfortable with each other, enabling her to share her side of the story. Even if she chose not to disclose it, I didn't want to press her. My primary goal was to make this relationship a success. From our conversation the previous night, it was evident that she shared the same sentiment.

Reflecting on the night, I had initially believed that her waist-length hair would become my favorite, but surprisingly, it was the allure of her mole that captured my attention even more.

Author,

Viyansh emerged from the bathroom, opting for a casual outfit since it was Sunday. For the past two weekends, he had been working in the office, but now that everything was back on track, he planned to spend the day at home. Exiting their walk-in closet, he noticed his wife peacefully asleep. Leaning against the nearby door, he found himself admiring her, contemplating how cute she looked. His gaze fixated once again on her mole, and he got lost in her beauty.

Interrupting his thoughts, a knock on the door pulled him back to reality. Answering the door, he was surprised to find Viraj standing on the other side, clearly taken aback at the sight of his elder brother.

Viraj exclaimed.

Viraj: "Oh my God, Bhai, you're at home today?"

Viyansh, with a hint of annoyance, replied and rolled his eyes.

Viyansh: "Why? Is there any problem?"

Viraj, speaking in a hushed tone, inquired.

Viraj: "Nothing like that, Bhai. Anyways, where's Bhabhi Maa?"

Viyansh: "She's sleeping, but why are you speaking so slowly?"

Viraj: "So that Bhabhi Maa won't wake up."

Viyansh chuckled and remarked.

Viyansh: "She won't wake up; she doesn't even hear the alarm sound."

Viraj teased.