𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟗 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬

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Anvi groaned softly as the sunlight streaming through the curtains disturbed her peaceful slumber. She tried to turn to her side to escape the intrusive light but was met with a firm, warm grip around her waist that immobilized her.

Opening her eyes groggily, she found her husband sprawled half over her, his head nestled comfortably in the crook of her neck. His toned, bare chest pressed against her side, and the sight of him clad only in boxers made last night's intimate memories flood her mind. A blush crept over her cheeks at the recollection of their passionate night. Even after sharing many such nights with him, Anvi still found herself shy and flustered at the thought of it.

Brushing away her thoughts, she glanced at the clock and realized it was already 9:30 AM. Panic set in as she remembered their plans to visit the village fair that afternoon. Determined to get up and ready, she tried slipping out of Ranvijay's hold, only to fall back with a wince as a dull ache reminded her of the previous night's escapades.

She carefully tried to lift his arm from her waist but failed miserably when he instinctively tightened his grip and pulled her even closer.

"Rana Sa, let me go! I need to get ready move aside a little," she pleaded, trying to wriggle free.

"Biwi, just sleep. Let me sleep too. You didn't let me sleep last night, remember? I'm exhausted," he mumbled, his voice groggy with sleep.

Her jaw dropped. "What? Liar! When did I stop you from sleeping? You're the one who turned into a beast!" she retorted indignantly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Oh? Then who was it last night moaning, *'Rana Sa, more... faster... ahhh...'?" he teased, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.

Mortified, Anvi clamped her hand over his mouth to shut him up. "Chii! You shameless man, stop talking nonsense!" she scolded, her face as red as a tomato.

"Why so shy now, Biwi? Last night, you were quite bold," he quipped, enjoying her flustered reaction.

"Huh! Don't talk to me. Let me go. I need to take a shower!" she huffed, resuming her struggle to escape his hold.

"Fine. Let's go take a shower together," he said casually, stretching as if the idea was perfectly normal.

Her eyes widened in shock. "No, no! You go shower. I'll use the guest room!" she said, feigning ignorance about his intentions.

He chuckled, leaning in closer. "Why would you shower in the guest room, Biwi? You're not a guest here. You'll shower with me, in our bathroom," he replied mischievously.

"Ugh! You shameless man, have some shame!" she retorted, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"Why would I feel shame with my own wife? Besides," he added with a mock-serious tone, "you were just saying yesterday that we should contribute to our country. You know there's a water shortage in India. We should save water, jaan."

Her jaw dropped at his audacity. "You-you are too much! Get lost, you shameless man!" she shouted, pushing him away before dashing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind her.

"Biwi, at least hear me out!" he called out, laughing as her muffled protests echoed from the bathroom.

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Once she was dressed in her casual attire, Anvi stepped out of the bathroom. Her damp hair framed her face, droplets of water sliding down her skin. She walked to the mirror and began drying her hair with the blow dryer.

Midway, she felt two arms snake around her waist and a familiar warmth press against her back. Ranvijay buried his face into the crook of her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

"Biwi, you look breathtaking. I think we should cancel today's plans I have something better in mind," he murmured, his voice a seductive drawl.

A blush spread across her cheeks, but she quickly composed herself. "No way! We are not cancelling our plans. Stop dreaming, Mr. Rathore," she replied, setting the dryer aside and picking up her lipstick.

"Jaan," he whispered against her neck, making her shiver.

"Yes, jaan ki jaan?" she replied, her voice teasing, though her heart raced at his proximity.

He chuckled softly. "Does it hurt when you have periods?" he asked suddenly, pulling back to rest his chin on her shoulder.

The question caught her off guard. "Don't even ask it's so painful!" she exclaimed, making exaggerated faces to emphasize her point.

"Hmmm..." he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "Then why don't I free you from them for nine months straight?" he added huskily, lightly nipping at her earlobe.

Her body tensed as his words registered, and a shiver ran down her spine. "Rana Sa, you've become so shameless! Who even talks about such things casually? I swear, you should teach a class on how to become a pervert!" she scolded, her face heating up.

Despite her protests, her mind wandered to the fact that she'd missed her last period. She made a mental note to visit the doctor soon.

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Descending the stairs together, the couple joined the family at the dining table. Everyone was already seated and waiting for them.

"Bhabhi Sa, what happened? Did Bhai Sa agree?" Anika whispered excitedly as Anvi settled beside her.

"Yes, he agreed," Anvi replied with a smile, making Anika cheer loudly.

"Anika! Have you gone mad? Who screams like that at the table?" Shreya scolded, startling everyone.

"Sorry, Mom. It's just excitement," Anika muttered sheepishly.

"What excitement?" Dadi Sa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dadi Sa, we wanted to go to the fair in the nearby village, and Bhai Sa finally gave permission!" Anika said, her tone brimming with excitement. The announcement left everyone surprised, as it was rare for Ranvijay to allow such things.

"Well, he had to agree. How could he say no to Bhabhi Sa?" Ansh teased, making everyone laugh as Anvi blushed.

Ranvijay, sitting beside her, casually picked up her juice glass. Deliberately, he pressed his lips to the lipstick mark on the rim and took a sip. Then, with a sly smirk, he winked at her.

Caught off guard, Anvi choked on her food, drawing everyone's attention.

"Biwi, why so shocked? We did much more than this last night," Ranvijay said cheekily, patting her back and offering her the same glass of juice.

The room erupted in laughter, leaving Anvi to bury her face in her hands in utter embarrassment.

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