𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

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BONDITA

Oh god! This feels so good... His warmth surrounded me, his touch lingering on my body like a blanket I never wanted to let go of. My sleep was gone, but the way he held me, the same way we had fallen asleep last night, made it so hard to think straight. His arm was draped over my stomach, his breath hot against the back of my neck, sending shivers that I couldn’t ignore.

I shook my head lightly. No, Bondita, you can’t give in. You can’t let yourself fall into this, not yet. As much as I want this—oh god, I do want this—it’s not the time. Sex can’t fix the storm brewing between us.

“Stop, stop,” I whispered to myself, feeling his grip tighten slightly. His hand rested firmly on my stomach, and I felt a wave of emotions crash into me. This is so unfair—how does he feel so perfect against me? How does he always make me want to stay like this forever?

I blinked back my sleepiness, biting my lip to keep myself steady. Anirudh hasn’t pushed for more. When I told him no last night, he respected it, just like I knew he would. He’s never the type to force me into anything—not now, not ever. Even as my husband, he always waits for my permission, for me to tell him what I want.

But it doesn’t make it easier. I want him—I really do—but not until we’ve solved everything between us. Until then, I can’t let myself lose control.

“Anirudh, why do you have to make this so hard?” I mumbled under my breath, the words barely audible. His touch felt so comforting, so safe, but also so dangerous to my fragile emotions.

I have to get up. If I stay like this any longer, I’ll either break down or snap at him—or worse. And I can’t risk that right now.

I slowly reached down, my fingers trembling as they brushed against his hand resting on my stomach. The warmth of his touch still lingered, but I gently lifted his hand and placed it aside, careful not to wake him. Turning ever so slowly, I finally faced him—and my breath caught in my throat.

There he was, sleeping so peacefully, like a child who had no worries in the world. His face looked softer in the early morning light, the slight crease of his brows gone, replaced by a serene expression. His lips were parted just a little, and his hair fell messily across his forehead, giving him an almost boyish charm.

Oh god, why does he have to look so... adorable? I couldn't help but stare, my heart aching and swelling all at once. He looked like a cute baby, completely at ease, as if the weight of the world didn’t rest on his shoulders for once. My gaze lingered on his face longer than I intended, tracing every line and curve, soaking in the rare moment of vulnerability he unknowingly shared with me.

What are you doing, Bondita? My thoughts jolted me out of the trance I had fallen into. I was staring at him, completely lost, as if he were the only thing that mattered. Shaking my head to clear the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could.

I padded to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me. Turning on the faucet, I splashed cold water on my face, letting the coolness bring me back to reality. As I grabbed my toothbrush, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks were still flushed, my thoughts still dancing around the way Anirudh had looked so innocent, so... beautiful in his sleep.

I brushed my teeth in silence, trying to focus on the task rather than the way my heart was still racing. I thought about taking a bath, but realizing I didn’t have any clothes with me, I decided against it. Later, I’ll grab something to wear and then shower, I told myself, stepping back into the room with a resolve to keep my emotions in check.