Whispers of Romance

"The joy of parenting"

One fine day, Vaidaksh was sleeping peacefully on the bed, surrounded by pillows to prevent his habit of roaming in his sleep. Vaidehi was getting dressed in her closet while Viyansh had just returned from the gym. As Viyansh entered the room, a smile spread across his face at the sight of Vaidaksh sleeping peacefully. The little one had his hands resting on either side of his head, a pacifier in his mouth, and a cozy blanket covering him up to his chest. His breathing was soft and steady. Although Viyansh wanted to kiss his adorable son, he resisted the urge since he was still sweaty from the gym.

He headed into the closet to grab his fresh clothes and saw Vaidehi standing in front of the vanity, dressed in a green dress. Her dupatta was casually lying on the ottoman beside her, and she was in the process of fastening her earrings. The sight of her made Viyansh pause for a moment, his eyes softening as he admired his wife. Without a second thought, he walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a gentle embrace from behind. Vaidehi caught sight of him in the mirror and smiled, her eyes reflecting the love she felt for him. However, when she felt his slightly damp skin against her, she began to squirm playfully in his arms. But Viyansh only tightened his grip, pressing a soft kiss on the side of her neck.

Viyansh: "Kya kar rahi ho Jaan, rehne do na kuch der."
(What are you doing, Jaan? Just stay with me for a little while.)

Vaidehi: "Kuch der nahi bahaut der aise hi mujhe apne pass rakhiyega par pehle naha ke aaiye, Ansh you are all sweaty and I'm freshly bathe, main nahi nahaungi vapas."
(A little while? You’d keep me here forever if you could. But first, go take a shower, Ansh. You’re all sweaty, and I’m freshly bathed. I’m not going to bathe again.)

Viyansh: "Main nahi chodne wala tumhe, jab dekho nahane ka natak karke mera romance kharab karti hu."
(I’m not letting you go. Every time, you use this "bathe" excuse to ruin our romance.)

As Viyansh nuzzled his face into the crook of Vaidehi’s neck, inhaling her familiar and soothing fragrance, a wave of warmth and longing washed over both of them. His lips brushed against her soft skin, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along her neck, and she could feel his breath hot against her pulse. The sensations sent a shiver down her spine, and all thoughts of resisting him evaporated. Vaidehi stopped wiggling and let herself melt into his embrace, leaning fully against him. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, her breathing growing heavier with each of his tender kisses. Viyansh’s touch was as intoxicating as ever, rekindling the spark between them that had always been there but had been temporarily overshadowed by the joyful chaos of new parenthood. It had been a while since they’d had a moment like this, just the two of them. After Vaidaksh’s birth, their world had shifted to revolve around their little one. Every waking moment was filled with feeding, changing, soothing, and playing with their son, leaving little time for themselves. While they cherished every moment with Vaidaksh, they had missed the quiet intimacy that once defined their relationship.

Viyansh was completely lost in the intoxicating moment, the warmth of Vaidehi’s skin against his lips, her scent enveloping him, and the way she responded to his touch—all of it consumed him. As his hands traced along her arms, sending shivers down her spine, he felt a deep, overwhelming desire to hold her closer. He turned her gently, pinning her against the nearest wall with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his love and yearning for her. Vaidehi’s fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his lips continued their journey from her neck to her collarbone. Each kiss he planted was soft yet intense, leaving a burning trail of passion that made her heart race. Her breath hitched as his hand slid down her waist, pulling her firmly against him, while his other hand rested possessively on her neck, his thumb brushing her jawline. When he sucked on that sensitive spot just below her ear, a soft gasp escaped her lips, and she felt her knees go weak. His lips moved up to her cheek, pressing a kiss so close to her lips that it sent a wave of anticipation through her. Vaidehi’s face flushed a deep shade of red, her breaths coming in short, ragged intervals. Her eyes were shut tight, her heart pounding in her chest, and a shy smile played on her lips—a clear sign of how deeply he affected her. Viyansh paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her—so beautiful, so vulnerable, and entirely his. The power he held over her, the way her body responded to his every touch, filled him with a mix of love and mischief. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in, brushing his lips gently against hers in a teasing peck. Just as Vaidehi’s lips parted slightly, craving more of his kiss, Viyansh pulled back, his lips hovering just above hers. With his breath hot against her skin, he murmured, his voice low and teasing.