The Secret Wife of the CEO

Love Bites and Loose Lips

Sanju and Bhargav returned home late that night, their hearts still warm from the intimate conversation they had shared. The house was quiet, everyone else already asleep. They tiptoed inside, guided by the dim light from the hallway. In the comforting silence of their room, they changed into their night clothes, the evening's experience still fresh in their minds. Sanju felt a profound sense of peace as Bhargav wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They climbed into bed, the gentle embrace providing solace after a night of deep revelations.As they lay together, the sound of their breathing synchronizing, Sanju reflected on Bhargav's words. The apprehension she had felt earlier was replaced with a calm understanding. Bhargav's patience and love were the anchors she needed. Bhargav kissed her forehead gently, whispering, "Goodnight sweetheart." Nestled in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep, finding comfort and security in their shared connection. The night wrapped around them like a cocoon, promising new beginnings and the strength to face whatever lay ahead together.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle glow. Sanju stretched languidly, feeling the warmth of the previous evening's memories. She caught a glimpse of herself in the bedroom mirror, her face radiant with a shy, almost secretive smile as her fingers brushed over the delicate, artistic design of love bites on her neck. Taking a deep breath, Sanju embarked on her mission: Operation Stealth Neck Art. The kurta, a beautiful shade of "distraction blue," flowed perfectly, hopefully concealing the artistic masterpiece beneath.Behind her, Bhargav was already up, his lean frame silhouetted against the morning light as he pulled on a crisp white shirt. Sanju's eyes remained fixed on her own reflection, avoiding his gaze as she fastened the last button on her kurta. "Morning, sweetheart," Bhargav greeted, his voice rich with warmth. She felt his eyes on her, lingering, but she couldn't bring herself to look up. Instead, she busied herself with smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in her outfit, her hands trembling slightly. "Good Morning," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She could sense the smile in his tone, an unspoken playfulness that made her cheeks flush. 

Bhargav stepped closer, his hands resting gently on Sanju's shoulders. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low purr, "that blue looks stunning on you." He paused, leaning in so that his breath was warm against her ear. "But honestly, everything does." Sanju's grip tightened on the hem of her kurta, her knuckles turning white. "Thanks," she mumbled, still not daring to meet his gaze in the mirror. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, and she knew that if she looked up, he'd see right through her. Bhargav's lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "You can't hide everything, you know." His fingers traced a path from her shoulders down her arms, leaving a trail of tingling warmth. Sanju forced a smile, finally daring to glance up. Their eyes met in the mirror, and in that moment, she saw the glint of amusement and affection in his eyes, an unspoken understanding that made her blush even more. Bhargav's smile widened, his eyes twinkling. "We should head down for breakfast," he said, his tone casual as if nothing had passed between them. He gave her shoulders a final, reassuring squeeze before stepping back, giving her space to gather her thoughts. Sanju nodded, taking one last deep breath before turning to leave. She felt a mix of embarrassment and excitement bubbling within her. Together, they walked out of the bedroom, the scent of breakfast wafting up from downstairs. Bhargav's hand lightly brushed against the small of her back as they descended the stairs, a gesture that was both comforting and electrifying. As they entered the dining room to join the family, Sanju's heart still raced, the memory of Bhargav's touch and words lingering in her mind. Operation Stealth Neck Art had only just begun, and she knew it would be a long morning.

"Ah, the lovebirds grace us with their presence at last!" boomed Lakshmi Ajji, her voice laced with amusement. "Though judging by the sleep in your eyes, 'night owls' might be a more fitting title, wouldn't you say, Radha?" Radha chimed in, a playful smile on her lips. "Night owls, or perhaps...owls who found a particularly fascinating nest to explore last night?" Sanju's cheeks burned like embers stoked by a sudden gust of wind. She managed a small, unconvincing cough, hoping it sounded sophisticated. Raghav, leaned forward. "Vaini," he began, his voice dripping with mock seriousness, "that high-necked kurta is very... strategic. Are you hiding a souvenir from your 'fascinating nest exploration'?" Sanju's face turned the color of a ripe tomato. She stammered, searching for a witty retort, but all that emerged was a strangled squeak that sounded suspiciously like a tea kettle about to explode. Lakshmi Ajji chuckled, the sound like wind chimes caught in a playful breeze. "New fashion statement, eh, Sanju? Or perhaps a new...addition? A permanent reminder of a special night, maybe?" Sanju wanted to melt into the floorboards like a forgotten puddle of ghee. Her voice, when it finally emerged, was a mere whisper. "A-Ajji..." Radha raised her eyebrows playfully. "Sanju, that blush is brighter than the rising sun! Did something particularly...permanent...happen last night?"