MY AVERAGE LIFE

Part 82

Shivani Pov:

The wedding celebrations had finally come to an end. Exhaustion tugged at every part of me, but the moment I stepped into the suite prepared for us, a surge of anticipation coursed through me. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of roses and jasmine, the petals scattered across the bed like a promise of what was to come.

And then, she walked in. Shivani.

The saree she wore during the ceremony was gone, replaced by a deep maroon silk nightdress that clung to her curves. Her hair, adorned with fresh jasmine throughout the day, now fell loose, cascading down her back in soft waves. Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze flickered nervously to mine before darting away.

"Come here," I said, my voice low, almost a growl.

Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and unsure. Slowly, she stepped closer, the swish of her gown whispering against the floor. She stopped a few steps away, fidgeting with her fingers, her shyness radiating like a beacon.

I couldn't take it anymore. Closing the distance between us in one swift motion, I reached out, gripping her waist and pulling her flush against me. Her sharp intake of breath sent a rush of heat through me.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?" I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. She shivered, her hands coming up to rest on my chest, but she didn't push me away. "How long I've dreamed of making you mine in every way?"

"Sharath..." she whispered, her voice trembling. There was a plea in her tone, but whether it was for me to stop or keep going, I didn't care to decipher. I was too far gone.

I tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes were a storm of emotions—nervousness, anticipation, and something that made my pulse quicken: trust.

"You're mine," I said, my voice rough with intensity. "Every inch of you, Shivani. Say it."Her lips parted, her breath hitching. "I'm yours," she whispered, the words so soft they were almost lost in the space between us.

"Good," I said, my voice dark with satisfaction. "Because I don't plan on letting you forget it."Without another word, I bent down, capturing her lips with mine. She gasped, her hands gripping the fabric of my sherwani as I deepened the kiss. Her taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and something uniquely her.

When I pulled back, her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen from the kiss. "Sharath," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "You're... intense today."

I smirked, trailing my fingers down her arm. "You haven't seen anything yet, baby."
I guided her toward the bed, my hands never leaving her. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the rose-covered sheets, but when I tugged her closer, she followed willingly.

As I unwrapped her, removing the layers of fabric that still separated us, I couldn't help but marvel at her beauty. "You're perfect," I said, my voice husky. "So damn perfect."

She blushed under my gaze, but there was a spark of boldness in her eyes now. "Then show me," she said softly. "Show me I'm yours."

The challenge in her words ignited something primal in me. I leaned forward, pressing her back against the bed, my body covering hers completely. She was soft, warm, and utterly mine. And as the night stretched on, I made sure she knew it.

 Every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise was a testament to my love and desire for her. Shivani was my queen, and I would spend the rest of my life worshipping her.
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the windows, I held her close, her head resting on my chest. Her breathing was slow and steady, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my voice softer now, all traces of dominance replaced with tenderness.She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. "I'm more than okay," she said, her lips curving into a soft smile. "I'm happy. You make me happy."

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with emotions I couldn't put into words. "Good. Because you're my everything, Shivani. My life. My love. And I'll never let you forget that."
This moment was their beginning—not just as husband and wife, but as two souls united forever.

THE END