Burning Hearts

Epilogue 2

Shiva's POV

Parul is the light to my darkness. The colours to my Canvas. The brightest star in the night sky and rainbow to my grey sky.

She is everything that is beautiful and pretty.

She makes me happy and loves me for who I am.

She is my wife, my woman, my lover, mother to my children and my whole world.

To love and to be loved is the greatest feeling ever. I never imagined that one day Paaru would love me so much. But life has its own plans. And I must be god's favourite. Not everyone get to spend their life with their loved one.

I am a lucky man in every sense.

I married the woman of my life. She fell in love with me. We created a bundle of joy and there is another baby, coming soon.

I'm damn sure it will be a girl. I hope so.

I'll forever be indebted to Parul. And since I'll be indebted, I'm praying God that Parul will be my wife for all the lifetime, so that I can serve her with love and affection. I hope so.

I might sound a little desperate but that's how love works isn't it?

Having her in my arms, I feel like I have won the world. She is my world, no second thought.

Parul was very sad when she learnt about my birthday. She was annoyed at herself for not getting to know me better. She had promised me that she'd throw a surprise party this time and I wasn't expecting such a sweet surprise.

When she revealed the pregnancy news, I was so happy. My wife confessing her love and then the pregnancy news. Wow.

Our home is filled with joy and all credits goes to my wife. Also to my baby sister.

Manav, Agastya and Arvika fill the home with their loud blabbering and sweet laughs.

I'm pretty sure growing up Aggy would be protective of his baby sister just like I was of Manvi. They are already protective of Arvi. Manav and Aggy doesn't let her play alone. Gosh, they are cute.

I took Parul to a restaurant, I had booked the whole floor, so there wouldn't be any disturbance and blood. I might have changed, but if anyone tries to hit on my Paaru, then they'll face their worst nightmare.

I'm still the same old Rowdy when it comes to loving my wife. She keeps complaining about my territorial behaviour but I know she loves it secretly.

She loves it when I get possessive over her. She loves when I leave angry possessive bite marks all over her skin. She loves it when I declare my love for her infront of everyone or when I am fucking her brains out. She loves when I punish her. She loves when i treat her like a princess after I fuck her like a whore. She loves everything about me. She loves me as much as I love her.

It's the best thing to experience.

Paaru had told me that she lost a pendant which was gifted by her parents. She showed me the picture of the pendant a few months ago. It took another three months for me to get the pendant. I had warned him that I'd break his fingers if he didn't do it properly. Thankfully no breaking bones was involved.

The butterfly pendant was eerily similiar to the one she lost. Parul would think that she found her lost pendant if not for the emeralds.

When she saw the pendant, she cried for five minutes. I almost thought my idea backfired but then she jumped onto my lap and hugged me like a Koala.

I was so relieved. I'm glad she loved the gift.

Apart from dinner I wanted to introduce her to one of my special friend. That man helped me when I was in a dark place. He was the one who took care of my business while I was searching for Parul.