Burning Hearts

121. 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞!

Chapter-121

Shiva's POV

If someone thinks they can hurt my wife and live peacefully, then he is the biggest moron on earth.

I will not just hurt them back. I will destroy them. Ruin everything that they hold close and sacred. I will be their destruction. Whoever it is, I don't give a single fuck.

She is my world and if you touch her, I'm destroying yours and the generations to come.

Parul thinks I have changed and it is true. For her, I have changed a lot.

I have developed a hobby of counting instead of throwing a temper. It's my current obsession. In the past seven months, I've only gotten angry fifty times. It's a record because, in the past, the number crossed even more for just a day.

I have been smiling a lot and I give full credit to my wife for that. And also our baby.

I am happy for our baby but the fact that another boy is going to touch what's mine is concerning me. Parul doesn't think it's a big deal but for me, it is.

I cannot see it without a twitch in my eyes or jaw. I might seem like a bad father but Parul will be my first priority even after I turn into ashes.

Parul has occupied most of the time of my day. I'm glad I'm spending a lot of time with her and our baby. The rest of the time, I've been focused on catching the culprit responsible for my sister's disappearance almost four years ago.

Manvi remembers him. She informed Aryan after some days. She was scared that he'd go on a hunt. He has promised her that he'd quit Violence for her. But Aryan is itching to choke that fucker to death.

We have to be careful. We cannot make the same mistake again. I would be damned if something happens to my Paaru or Manvi or anyone in our family.

Their safety is our priority. I have knitted a plan, a deadly plan which ends up with blood in my hands, his blood.

Oh, I am craving for his blood. It's been a long time and my hands are itching. Well, I can't tell that to my wife. She'll deny me from touching her for days or weeks. I could bend her over and have my way with her and she'd be more than happy but still my wife deserves the power. And I'm giving it all.

I've joined meditation classes too. Yeah. That's so fucking—we are not supposed to use cuss words. My wife is strictly against it. Apparently, our baby hears it. It's difficult but I'm trying. Cannot piss off my wife now. She is always on the edge, moody and throws temper once every five minutes.

I love every shade of her. Pregnancy has made her glow like anything. She has become even more beautiful if that's possible. And oh, those pretty tits. They've become ample and bigger. She complains that they're sore and in the name of massaging her tits, I play with them.

Of course, I massage but it's done under my terms and conditions.

Parul acts oblivious but she knows what I'm doing and is more than okay with me playing with her lovely tits. Parul has accepted me with every ounce of her being. She likes me, she loves me and that's all I ever needed in my life.

To love and to be loved, that's the greatest feeling ever.

Oh to be loved by the person you love. That's the best feeling ever. Period.

Since I've become a better person, I've decided fucking her comes next.

Parul has given me everything that I thought was impossible. Before meeting her, I never thought about love, let alone getting married. But that day, May 28, at the Jivapur train station, fate had different plans for me.