Ten years had passed since Jiya and Atharv had taken their fateful stand against her family, and in that time, they had built a life filled with love, resilience, and warmth. The couple had transformed their once fractured relationship into an unbreakable bond, thriving amidst the challenges that life threw their way. Their home was now a sanctuary, bustling with laughter and the vibrant energy of their two children, Anay and Aadhira.
Jiya stood in the kitchen, a cosy space filled with the aroma of spices and baked goods. The soft hum of their children playing in the living room added to the warmth of the moment. She was preparing a family dinner to celebrate their anniversary, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for the life they had created together.
“Atharv, can you help me set the table?” she called out, her voice laced with affection.
“Of course, my love!” he replied, entering the kitchen with his trademark charming smile, instantly brightening the room. His hair had grown slightly tousled over the years, but his sharp jawline and deep-set eyes still held the same allure that had captivated her a decade ago.
Jiya couldn’t help but smile back, the years had only deepened her love for him. “How did I get so lucky?” she mused, stirring the pot on the stove.
Atharv stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. “I’m the lucky one,” he murmured, placing soft kisses along her shoulder. “You’re the heart of this family.”
Her heart raced at his touch, a familiar spark igniting between them. “You know, we should really be focusing on dinner. The kids will be here any minute.”
“Dinner can wait,” he replied playfully, turning her around to face him. His eyes darkened with desire, and Jiya felt her cheeks flush under his intense gaze.
“I missed you today,” he admitted, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together. The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, making her forget everything else around them.
“Me too,” Jiya breathed, her pulse quickening as she gazed into his eyes, seeing the love and passion that had endured through the years. “We hardly get time alone anymore.”
Atharv’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Then let’s make the most of it.” With that, he captured her lips in a fierce kiss, a kiss that spoke of years of intimacy and longing.
Jiya melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair as she kissed him back, deepening the connection between them. The world outside faded, and all that mattered was the heat building between them. Atharv’s hands roamed down her back, igniting a fire that she thought had long been tamed by the routine of daily life.
“I love you,” he whispered against her lips, the sincerity in his voice sending shivers down her spine.
“I love you too,” she replied breathlessly, her heart racing as desire surged within her. At that moment, they were no longer just parents or partners; they were two souls rediscovering the passion that had brought them together in the first place.
Atharv lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against him as he carried her to their bedroom. The familiar surroundings transformed into a sanctuary of intimacy. He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes darkening with desire as he gazed down at her.
“Let me show you just how much you mean to me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
With that, he leaned down, capturing her lips once more in a kiss that was both tender and fervent. As they explored each other’s bodies, Jiya felt the years melt away, replaced by a heat that consumed them both. Their kisses grew more urgent, fingers entwining as they revelled in the electricity that sparked between them.
Atharv’s hands traced along her curves, igniting every nerve ending as he moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and to the delicate fabric of her dress. “You’re as beautiful as ever,” he murmured, lifting her dress slightly, his touch sending ripples of anticipation through her.
“Don’t stop,” Jiya gasped, her voice a whisper, urging him on.
With a swift motion, he pushed her dress aside, exposing her to the warmth of his gaze. The world outside faded even further as they lost themselves in each other. Atharv worshipped her body with soft caresses and passionate kisses, every touch igniting a fire deep within her.
Jiya felt alive as they connected in a way that transcended mere physicality. Their bodies moved in harmony, each caress and kiss deepening their bond. Time seemed to stretch as they surrendered to their desires, exploring each other with fervour and love, fueled by a decade of shared experiences and memories.
“I want you,” he breathed against her skin, his voice heavy with longing.
“Then take me,” she replied, a fierce determination in her voice.
In that moment, they united as one, their hearts and souls intertwining, both the past and present merging into a passionate expression of their love. Each gasp, each moan, echoed the journey they had travelled together—one filled with trials, triumphs, and an unyielding bond that had only grown stronger.
As they reached their climax, the world around them faded completely, leaving only the two of them—lost in the depths of their love. In the afterglow, they lay entwined in each other’s arms, hearts racing and breaths mingling, a testament to their unwavering connection.
“Happy anniversary,” Atharv whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he kissed her forehead.
Jiya smiled, her heart swelling with love and contentment. “Happy anniversary, my love. Here’s to many more years together.”
As they held each other close, Jiya knew that they had not only conquered revenge and familial expectations but had built a life rich in love, trust, and intimacy. They had created a family, a home, and most importantly, a love that would endure all challenges.
With Atharv by her side, she felt ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that together, they could conquer anything.
