Bound by Fate | [✓]

Bonus Chapter 1

Atharva's pov.

Chaos.
Chaos in my dull life is what my darling was to me.

She was the calm after the madness.
She was the ecstasy to the numb.

She had filled me with her being to the extent that I couldn't fucking get enough of her.

I couldn't get enough of the fucking warmth in her eyes when she smiled, the way her laughter filled the room and made everything lighter. I couldn't get enough of the determination in her voice when she defended her beliefs, or the passion she poured into her work. I couldn't get enough of the frown that appeared on her features every time I interrupted her scolding Athira. I couldn't get enough of the pout on her face every time I teased her about not being good at something.

And I definitely couldn't get enough of her moaning my name as she withered and writhe beneath me.

Her moans echoed softly, each one of them felt like a melody that stirred my deepest desires. I hovered over her, my lips trailing a path of kisses down her neck, relishing the way she responded to my touch.

"Ah, Atharva," she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair as I sucked gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear.

The warmth of her skin under my lips, the rapid beat of her pulse against my lips. I shifted my weight, pressing closer to her, feeling the urgency in her movements, the need for more.

"Hmm," I hummed against her skin, my voice a low murmur that mingled with her soft moans. I savored the taste of her, the way her body arched towards mine.

"Athira..." She whispered trying to sound coherent.

I groaned frustrated at the mention of my lovely daughter.

I don't mean to sound like a horrible father. I love my daughter more than anything in this world but there is also the thing called morals.

And my darling had a habit of bringing up our daughter everytime we tried to have some 'quality time'. The kind of quality time I liked and was completely depraved of right now because my dearest daughter was the personification of the cutest cock blocker.

At this point I think she does it purposely.

My mind flashed to the days of Evara's pregnancy and how as soon as I touched Evara in a freaky or sexy way... Athira would start kicking or making Evara feel uncomfortable. And as soon as I stopped.

She would stop kicking...

And hence my promise to Evara at our honeymoon became quiet literal. Cause we couldn't have sex... at all.

And then when Athira was born... I wanted to nurse Evara back to health so it wasn't even a thought. And I was also taking care of Athira so my mind was pre-occupied. But then six months passed by like that and I returned home to my dear wife looking like a full course meal.

Most of all our baby girl was asleep.

And at that moment I swear I thanked every god in the universe. We had a lovely candle light dinner and even waltzed around the bedroom.

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But then as soon as I pinned Evara against the wall and started kissing her... the universe played a big fuck you on me and Athira woke up wailing and Evara ran away to take care of her...

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And basically a montage of that with different scenarios kept happening throughout the next six year.

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"She is having story night with maa and papa. And we already had a family dinner. Even kissed her goodnight." I said in a low tone looking at my dearest wife with the most unimpressed look.