Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai🍂🏵️🍂

⟪Epilouge⟫

Since that first kiss, Dhanush seemed to have lost all sense of restraint when it came to Nivedita.

His hands had a mind of their own, always finding ways to touch her, whether it was a casual brush of his fingers against her arm or a lingering caress on her back.

And then there were the kisses-stolen kisses on her cheek when no one was watching, a quick peck on her forehead, or the occasional bold move where he'd press a long kiss on her neck, leaving her breathless and shivering in his arms.

Every time his fingers brushed her skin, she felt a wave of warmth wash over her, turning her cheeks a deep shade of red.

She'd swat at him playfully, scold him in mock annoyance, but he'd just grin, his mischievous eyes twinkling as if to say, I know exactly what I'm doing to you.

And the truth was, she didn't really mind.

Because with every subtle touch, every whispered tease, Nivedita felt herself falling deeper and deeper for her husband.

She had already realized it long ago-that she loved him.

It started the moment he took his gold chain, a symbol of his love and loyalty, and tied it gently around her neck during their wedding ceremony.

She remembered the way his eyes had locked onto hers, the sincerity in his voice as he made his vows.

The promises he made that day weren't just empty words.

He had lived by them every single day, proving to her that his love and loyalty would always belong to her, and only her.

It amazed her how one man could be so childish and carefree in his personal life, always teasing her, always sneaking in touches and kisses, but still manage to handle his business with such efficiency and maturity.

Dhanush, the man who would chase her around the house like a giddy teenager, was the same man who commanded respect in the boardroom.

She had once wondered how this laid-back, playful husband of hers could possibly handle the pressure of running a business.

And then she saw him in his element-serious, focused, his glasses perched on his nose as he studied financial reports or negotiated deals with an air of confidence and authority that made her heart skip a beat.

Unapologetically, she found him incredibly sexy in those moments.

The way his brow furrowed in concentration, the way his fingers tapped the desk as he worked, the way he adjusted his glasses while explaining complex ideas-it all made her weak in the knees.

There was something about the contrast between his carefree nature at home and the composed, authoritative version of him at work that drove her wild.

She was a gone case for her husband.

The butterflies that danced in her stomach whenever he was near, the way her heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, the way she felt when he wrapped his arms around her at night-she knew she was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with him.

She was down, badly, deeply, in love with Dhanush, and every stolen touch, every playful tease only made her fall harder.

One evening, as they sat on the couch after dinner, Dhanush's hand absentmindedly found its way to hers, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her palm.

She looked at him, her heart swelling with affection as he leaned in and whispered, "Kya soch rahi hai aap?"

She smiled, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers. "Soch rahi hoon ke main kitni lucky hoon," she murmured, her voice soft.