Closer Than Before | 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✅

Chapter 29: Together?

Radhika's POV:

"Radhika, wake up, baby.”

I heard his soft voice pulling me out of my sleep. Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, and there he was, standing next to the bed with a plate of food in his hands.

He was only wearing his trousers, his chest bare and glistening in the dim light of the room. My heart did a little flip at the sight of him, and I immediately pulled the comforter up to cover myself, suddenly aware of my own bare skin beneath it.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled, my voice still groggy. "What time is it?"

He flashed me a small, playful smile as he placed the plate on the bedside table. "It’s almost midnight, but I couldn’t let you sleep on an empty stomach. You haven’t eaten, Radhika."

I felt my heart flutter at the care in his voice. My body tingling with the memory of everything that had happened earlier. How could he be so caring, so thoughtful, even in the quietest of moments?

My stomach growled softly at the mention of food, and I couldn’t help but smile, my body still wrapped up in the comforter.

"But you didn’t have to—" I started to protest, but before I could finish, he was already moving toward the cupboard, pulling out one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts.

"Shh, no arguments. Here, wear this," he said as he came back to me. He pulled the comforter down just enough to slip the soft t-shirt over my head, covering my bare skin.

The fabric smelled like him—fresh and familiar. He pulled the shorts up my legs, adjusting them on my waist, his fingers grazing my skin softly, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was so tender, so full of love.

Once I was dressed, he sat in front of me, plate in hand, and smiled that heart-melting smile of his.

“Now, let me feed you.”

I watched as he scooped up a bite of food and held it to my lips. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a wave of affection flood over me.

How could he be so sweet, so thoughtful? It made me fall for him all over again. I took the bite, savoring the taste, but before he could feed me another, I asked, “Did you eat?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet.”

“Then I’ll feed you, too,” I said, taking the spoon from him and brought it to his lips, feeding him a bite. His lips curled into a smile as he took the food, and we continued like that—feeding each other, laughing softly between bites, our eyes never leaving one another.

Each bite felt intimate, like we were sharing more than just food—we were sharing a moment, a connection that words couldn’t express.

Once the plate was empty, he placed it on the floor beside the bed and handed me a glass of water.

I drank it slowly, and when I finished, he leaned in and kissed me, just on the corner of my lips, sending a rush of warmth through my body. It was such a tender gesture, yet it made my heart race.

Without thinking, I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck in a tight hug. His arms came around me, holding me close, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in.

"You’re impossible, you know that?” I murmured into his neck, my voice muffled by his skin.

“And you love me for it,” he whispered back, his lips brushing the top of my head. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest, calming and reassuring.