𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

I stood in my room, lost in thought, staring out the window at the inky night sky. The day had been overwhelming, filled with rituals, emotions, and the weight of everything that had just changed. But now, in the quiet of my room, it was starting to sink in—I was married. I was Atharva’s wife.Again.

The thought sent a shiver through me, a mix of excitement and something else I couldn’t quite name.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear him enter the room. It wasn’t until I felt his arms slip around my waist that I realized he was there. The warmth of his touch sent a wave of comfort through me, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself, the tension in my body melting away instantly.

Before I could turn around, Atharva gently turned me to face him, his hands finding their way to my cheeks, cupping them with a tenderness that made my heart flutter. His touch was familiar, yet it felt different now, more intimate, more possessive.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a possessive edge that sent a thrill through me. His eyes locked onto mine, intense and unwavering. “Only mine.”

The way he said it, so sure, so certain, made my breath catch in my throat. I could feel my heart racing, not with fear, but with a deep, overwhelming sense of belonging. A smile tugged at my lips, and I looked up at him, letting the words I’d always known in my heart slip out. “I was always yours, Atharva.”

The moment the words left my lips, something shifted between us. His eyes darkened with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name, and before I could say anything more, he leaned in. His lips captured mine in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, filled with all the passion and promise that our new life together held.

I melted into him, my hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingertips. His kiss was possessive, yet gentle, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that one moment. And I kissed him back with everything I had, pouring all my love, all my trust, all my hopes for our future into that single kiss.

When we finally broke apart, My heart was still racing from the way Atharva had kissed me—fierce, demanding, filled with all the passion he’d held back until now. I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine, the way his hands had gripped me like he was afraid to let go. It was the kind of kiss that left me breathless, trembling with the intensity of it all.

Just as I was starting to catch my breath, Atharva pulled back slightly, his eyes glinting with something playful. Without saying a word, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded set of papers. I frowned, curiosity piqued.

“What’s that?” I asked, my voice still shaky from everything that had just happened.

He handed me the papers with a smirk. “Read it and find out.”

I unfolded the papers, my eyes scanning the text. My breath caught as the words sank in—it was the launch date for his music company. I looked up at him, shock and excitement bubbling up inside me. “You did it!” I exclaimed, barely able to contain my joy.

Atharva nodded, his eyes shining with a pride that made my heart swell. “Yes, I did. And do you know what makes me feel even luckier?”

“What?” I asked, still processing the incredible news.

“I made you mine today,” he said, his voice softening in that way that made my knees weak, “and now, I’ve achieved the two dreams I’ve always hoped for.”

I couldn’t help but smile, the love I felt for him overwhelming. But then, his expression shifted, becoming more serious, more intense.

“There’s one favor I want to ask of you,” he said, his voice gentle, yet firm.