"I want to devour you, I'm allowed," Shreyansh whispered, his voice husky with desire, as he gently lifted Arya and positioned her on the bed, his hands cradling her waist.
He sat down beside her, cradling her on his lap, his thighs warming hers.
Arya's cheeks flushed a deep pink, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Day by day, you're becoming shameless, Shreyansh," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper.
Her fingers playfully tapped his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.
Shreyansh's eyes burned with intensity.
"Only for you do I cast aside shame," he confessed, his voice filled with conviction.
"I feel blessed to have the most beautiful wife in the world," he whispered.
"Being shameless is necessary," he continued.
His lips grazed her cheeks, sending waves of desire through her.
Arya's blush deepened.
She attempted to disentangle herself, but Shreyansh's hold tightened.
His kisses trailed down her neck, his breath caressing her skin.
Arya's resistance melted.
Her heart raced.
Shreyansh's love consumed her.
"Release me, Shreyansh," Arya suggested. "Freshen up while I prepare something for you to eat."
But Shreyansh refused to let go.
"I'm not hungry," he whispered, resting his face on her shoulder.
"Sit quietly like this. I wish to spend some time with you before returning to the hospital."
Arya tried to speak, but Shreyansh's finger gently silenced her lips.
"Just remain seated next to me like this," he insisted, planting a kiss on her cheek.
Arya acquiesced, settling into his embrace.
Shreyansh kept his face buried in her shoulder, their silence a warm blanket enveloping them.
Their hearts beat in tandem as Shreyansh intertwined his fingers with hers.
"Your hands are very delicate and feeble," he whispered.
Arya turned to face him.
"Did you notice today?" she inquired.
Shreyansh's awkward smile hinted at his awareness.
He placed a light kiss on her lips before playfully tracing her fingers.
Their love shone bright in this quiet moment.
No words were needed.
Only the gentle touch, the warmth of their bodies, and the love they shared.
As Shreyansh lay down on the bed, Arya snuggled her head into his chest, feeling the warmth of his body.
He gently stroked her hair, his fingers tracing soothing patterns.
"How's work going?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Arya had just joined the office, and Shreyansh knew she was struggling to adjust.
"I'm trying to manage," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But still..." she trailed off, her eyes searching for reassurance.
Shreyansh's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes filled with understanding.
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕
أدب الهواةThis is a story about four couples who fall in love and fight through their problems together, ultimately winning their love. The first man is betrayed by his girlfriend, who pretended to love him as an act of revenge. She almost kills him, but he s...
