THE NEXT EVENING:-
"The next evening, Satakshi was relaxing on the couch in the living room, with Abhi lying on the couch and resting his head on her lap. Divita sat beside them, her head resting comfortably on Satakshi's shoulder. The peaceful scene was interrupted when Darsh arrived home from work. Noticing them, Darsh tossed his bag onto the other couch and, with a determined stride, walked over to Satakshi. He took her hand and pulled her gently but firmly toward him, causing Divita to topple over Abhi and Satakshi found herself standing as Darsh wrapped his arms around her."
Looking at them with a teasing grin, Darsh declared: Meri wife ka kandha aur lap dono mere lie h.
He then turned to Satakshi, his tone becoming possessive: Aur aap, aapko mere sath hona chahiye, in dono ke sath nhi.
Satakshi couldn't help but smile at his words: Possessive, huh?
Abhi, recovering from his surprise, sat up and protested: Bhai, this is not fair. Possessive hona h toh oro ke sath ho, m toh aapka bhai hu.
Darsh shot him a glare and replied: Haan toh, bhai hai toh kya? Satakshi pe sirf mera haq h. Aur koi Satakshi ke itne close nhi baith sakta, sirf aur sirf m.
Abhi grinned and teased: Vo toh dekhte hain baad m, jb aapka baccha hoga tb toh sbse close vhi hoga bhabhi ke.
Darsh's expression grew serious: Tbhi toh mujhe bacche nhi chahiye. Satakshi sirf mere liye hogi fir, for the rest of my life.
"Satakshi laughed at his words, knowing he was joking, but a pang of unease touched her heart. Darsh gently held her hand and guided her to their room. Abhi watched them with amusement, enjoying the show of Darsh's possessiveness. Meanwhile, Divita blushed, still flustered from when she had accidentally fallen over Abhi. In the bedroom, Darsh let go of Satakshi's hand as she moved towards the wardrobe, pulling out his clothes. As she handed them over, she looked at him, her expression thoughtful."
Satakshi began hesitantly: vse...
Darsh, setting the clothes aside, pulled Satakshi onto his lap and smiled: Haan, baccha?
Satakshi asked, her voice uncertain: Aapko sch m bacche nhi chahiye?
Darsh raised an eyebrow: Ye kyu pucha?
Satakshi shifted slightly, feeling a bit awkward: Nhi, mtlb, abhi jo aapne bola, mujhe pta h aap mzak kr rhe the, pr jb ek baar maine aapko Kavya bhabhi ka baby pakdaya, toh aapne use pakda nhi. Toh aapko... mtlb, bacche psnd nhi hain?
Darsh chuckled softly and shook his head: abhi se m mzak kr rha tha. or rhi bt baby ko pakdne ki toh maine kbhi itne chote bacche pkde nhi h, infact maine kbhi bacche pkde hi nhi h, vo bhot chote se hote h, toh mujhe dr lgti h unhe pakdne m.
He paused, his voice turning serious: pr.... aapki bt puri glt nhi h. mujhe koi jldi nhi h bacche krne ki. I know having a baby can greatly change a woman's life. you'll have to suffer the pain of child birth, bear the responsibility of a mother, and you'll have to sacrifice in different ways. I can never have the final say to decide if we have a baby. islie, agr aap bologe ki aapko baccha cahhiye, tb hi hoga, before that I won't do anything.
Satakshi smiled, touched by his consideration, she said softly: Aapko is cheez ki tension thi?
Darsh gently patted her head and replied: Before protecting our baby, I have to protect you.
Satakshi's heart melted at his words. She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly and whispered: Darsh.
Darsh hummed, holding her close: Hmm.
Satakshi said, her voice sincere: Mujhe koi problem nhi h bacche karne m. I mean, if someday we were to have kids, itna bhi bura nahi hoga. Aur hamara baccha, jo aapka aur mera mix hoga, uske lie m ksa bhi pain endure kr skti hu. Aur aap ho toh mere saath.
Hearing her, Darsh placed a soft kiss on Satakshi's cheek and said: Lekin iska mtlb ye nhi h ki aap kl hi bacche ki demand kro, kyuki mujhe abhi humare lie aur time chahiye. Baby ho jaaega toh aapka aur mera saara time uske lie ho jaaega.
"Satakshi smiled and nodded in agreement, understanding his perspective. But Darsh, noticing her compliance, couldn't resist adding with a playful smirk"
Darsh: By the way, baccha toh nhi, pr uska process kr skte hain hum abhi.
"Satakshi's eyes widened at his words, and she quickly attempted to get off his lap. But Darsh was quicker. His hand tightened around her waist, his fingers tracing slow, teasing circles that sent a shiver through her."
Satakshi flinched at the sensation, her voice barely above a whisper: Uhm... chlo na, Darsh, khaana khaate h.
Darsh, his tone dripping with mischief, replied: M bhi khaane ke lie hi baitha hu.
"A deep blush spread across Satakshi's cheeks at his words. Before she could react further, Darsh's hand gently slid to her lower back, while his other hand moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He then cupped the back of her head, guiding her face closer to his. His warm breath mingled with hers, the space between them charged with an electrifying tension."
"Their lips brushed, a soft, feather-light touch that sent a wave of warmth through her. He lingered there, teasing, before fully capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that stole her breath away. His hand cradled her neck, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their bodies molding together in a perfect fit. A soft moan escaped Satakshi's lips as her fingers curled into his hair, losing herself in the sensation. His tongue traced the edge of her lower lip before delving deeper, exploring and claiming her in a way that left her trembling with desire."
"When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling as they tried to steady themselves. The echo of that kiss lingered between them, leaving both of them breathless and yearning for more. Satakshi, her face flushed with a mix of shyness and desire, quickly got up and darted out of the room. Darsh watched her retreat with a smile, thoroughly enjoying her bashfulness."
"Later, after freshening up, Darsh headed to the dining room for dinner. After the meal, as everyone departed to their rooms, Darsh found himself back in the bedroom, surrounded by work. Files were strewn across the bed, and his laptop rested on his lap as he focused intently on the screen. Satakshi entered the room, quietly closing the door behind her."
She approached him and asked: Ye sb kyu faila rakha h bed pr?
Without looking up from his work, Darsh replied: Baccha, aap dusri side se hatakar laet jao. Mujhe bhot kaam h, ye hone ke baad m sb hta dunga yha se.
Satakshi shrugged: Accha, theek h.
"As she moved to lie down on the other side of the bed, a mischievous idea flashed in her mind."
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Lãng mạn"life is unexpected no one knows who you'll meet at what point of your life and what place they'll hold in your life" just like these two people who are about to get tied by unexpected fate
