Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 When the king of my heart decides to act like a baby, how can I say no? ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The first thing I noticed was the weight of him; my husband, my Adhiraj, his arm slung possessively across my waist, his face buried in my chest.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I stared at him, taking in the sight that always made my heart swell. His usual sharp features, which carried the weight of his responsibilities, were softened in sleep. His thick lashes rested against his cheeks, his mouth slightly parted, and there was a faint furrow in his brow that made me want to smooth it away with my fingertips.
Last night, he'd been a storm, all fury and fire, ready to face my father, to protect me, to guard my heart as if it was his life's mission. But now... now he was just my Adhiraj, the man who snuggled into my chest as though it was the safest place in the world. I smiled softly, stroking his hair with my fingers. He let out a small sigh, nuzzling deeper into me, his breath warm against my skin.
"So stubborn," I whispered to myself, my fingers combing through his silky strands. It wasn't just last night. This man refused to let me cover myself while sleeping, always complaining that I was "too far" if I wasn't pressed against him. I had finally given in, wearing one of my full-sleeved cotton blouses with my ghagra, if only to avoid his endless complaints. Even then, here he was, his face buried in my chest as though determined to claim me even in his dreams. I chuckled under my breath, shaking my head at the irony.
"When you're awake, you're all fire and brimstone, but when you're asleep..." I murmured, trailing off as I gazed at him fondly.
"Just a baby," I continued stroking his hair, feeling his slight movements as he began to stir. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. For a moment, he simply peeped at me through his lashes, his gaze still clouded with drowsiness. Then, without a word, he buried his face deeper into my cleavage, sniffing, mumbling incoherently.
"Raj?" I prompted, my lips twitching into a smile.
"Hmm," he whined, his voice muffled against me. His arms tightened around my waist as he nuzzled closer, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
"You're so mean," he grumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep. I raised an eyebrow, amused.
"Mean? What did I do now?" He tilted his head slightly, just enough for me to catch the pout on his lips.
A freaking pout!
"Wearing this...this thing. I couldn't touch you properly all night," His hand slid up to my shoulder, pulling down my straps, his fingers brushing against the fabric as if to emphasize his point.
