Destiny of love

chapter 27

Kayal's  POV:

Time seemed to fly as Adhiran grew older, filling our home with his tiny milestones. First, he started making adorable baby noises, and soon he began rolling over, crawling, and sitting up on his own. Watching him take his first unsteady steps, holding onto his father's leg for support, was an indescribable joy. My heart swelled with happiness—I felt like the luckiest person alive. No words could truly capture the emotions coursing through me. I immersed myself in motherhood, tending to my son's every need, savoring every moment of this long-awaited bond.

Mugil, my husband, shared this joy wholeheartedly. He devoted much of his time to our little bundle of happiness, nurturing their father-son relationship. He was determined that Adhiran's first word would be "Appa." After weeks of constant teaching and encouragement, his persistence paid off. The day Adhiran finally said "Appa" was unforgettable. Mugil was over the moon and expressed his delight in the best way he knew—he cooked an elaborate meal of seven different dishes for the entire family. His happiness was contagious, making the day even more special for all of us.

One evening, we were sitting in the living room, playing with Adhiran and enjoying a television show. The room was filled with laughter and warmth. As I was focused on Adhiran, Mugil leaned in close and whispered softly in my ear, "Let Adhiran sleep with them tonight... spend some time with me." His playful suggestion made me glare at him, though he just rolled his eyes, clearly unbothered.

Undeterred, Mugil turned to his mother and asked, "Amma, would it be okay if Adhu sleeps with you tonight?"

Before she could respond, I interjected firmly, "No."

But my mother-in-law, ever the supportive mother, smiled and replied, "Yes, of course. I'll take care of him. You should spend some time with her." Her words were like a conspiratorial wink in Mugil's favor.

I protested weakly, "But how will he sleep without me?"

She countered sweetly but decisively, "The same way he does when you step out to run errands for him." Her logic was irrefutable, and I knew better than to argue with her. In any situation, she always sided with her son, and I couldn't help but smile at her subtle matchmaking efforts.

"Fine," I mumbled, resigned to their combined persistence.

Later, I served dinner to everyone. We all sat down on the floor to eat, a cherished family tradition. As we enjoyed the meal, I could feel Mugil's gaze on me. He kept glancing my way, his eyes brimming with mischief and affection. I tried to maintain a composed demeanor, not wanting my in-laws to catch me blushing. But despite my best efforts, my heart raced, and I could feel the heat creeping up my cheeks. Mugil's playful persistence and my attempt to stay unaffected turned the evening into a delightful memory of love and family togetherness.

We retired to our room, the soft creak of the door signaling a moment of solitude we hadn't had in far too long. My emotions were a mix of nervous excitement and anticipation. It had been ages since we had truly been together, just the two of us. Life after Adhiran's arrival had been a whirlwind of responsibilities, leaving little room for the intimacy and connection we once shared. Every waking moment seemed to revolve around our son, and while I cherished motherhood, I couldn't deny that it had taken a toll on our personal time.

Mugil had been more vocal about it than me, expressing his frustrations openly. He often pleaded with me to carve out some time just for us, but I would always brush him off, using Adhiran as an excuse. I justified it by telling myself that our son needed me more. But tonight, Mugil had taken matters into his own hands, speaking to his mother in a way that subtly but clearly conveyed his wishes. His indirect plea had worked, and here we were, alone at last.

I walked into the room, holding a bottle of water in one hand, my steps deliberately slow as I tried to calm my racing thoughts. Behind me, I could hear Mugil's footsteps, measured and deliberate, as he trailed after me. His presence was magnetic, and I could sense the shift in his demeanor—no words were necessary to know what was coming.

The soft click of the door locking behind us sent a shiver down my spine. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what that sound meant. There was no turning back now; I was entirely at his mercy, and I could feel his unspoken intentions in the charged silence that filled the room.

I paused, gripping the bottle tightly, a mixture of nervousness and excitement washing over me. I turned to face him, but the look in his eyes stopped me in my tracks. His gaze was intense, filled with longing and a playful determination that made my pulse quicken. There was no denying it—tonight, I wasn't just his wife; I was his prey, and he was ready to claim the time we'd been missing.

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I will end this story in 1 or 2 chapters.... Thought of writing more but I don't feel like prolonging it anymore. So actually I was continuing the story like giving them a baby in their old age and then write somethings  like that but I don't know how you guys will feel about it. So you guys tell me what you want i will write accordingly...

And please suggest me some good stories Indian or Mafia. I can't find any good stories.. pretty please....