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34⚚ His baby

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A slow smirk curved on Viraj's lips as his gaze roamed over her flustered face and the way his T-shirt clung to her petite frame. "Took you long enough, baby," he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Amaira swallowed hard, forcing a playful glare onto her face to hide her nerves. "Shut up, Vijulu," she muttered, stepping closer to the pool.

But deep down, she knew tonight was going to be unforgettable.

Vencie POV:

"Come here, baby," Viraj said, his voice deep and coaxing as he swam effortlessly toward the edge of the pool.

Amaira swallowed nervously but managed to walk over, her bare feet brushing against the cool stone tiles. She perched herself at the pool's edge, dipping her legs into the water.

A contented sigh escaped her lips as the warm water embraced her skin, soothing her tense muscles.

Viraj, however, barely noticed the pool's warmth. His entire focus was on her—the woman who had him completely under her spell without even trying.

She looked breathtaking under the soft glow of the garden lights. The oversized T-shirt clung to her curves in the most teasing way, revealing just enough to drive his thoughts straight into forbidden territory.

Her damp hair framed her flushed face, and those shy, uncertain eyes that kept flickering between him and the water were making it impossible for him to think straight.

He smirked inwardly, knowing exactly why she looked so adorably flustered.

His baby was shy—he could read it in every hesitant movement, every nervous glance. But that very shyness only made her more irresistible to him. It was like a challenge, one he loved rising to.

His mind was a tangled mess of unholy thoughts, fantasies of pulling her into the water, soaking that flimsy fabric clinging to her skin, and devouring those pouty lips until she forgot all her worries. He wanted to see her unravel beneath his touch, just as she had that unforgettable first time.

But more than just the physical desire, there was something deeper—an overwhelming need to remind her that she is safe, cherished, and adored beyond reason.

With everything going on, he wanted to take every ounce of tension away from her, to make her remember that she is his world, his peace, his obsession.

His gaze darkened as it roamed over her, drinking in every detail—the soft curve of her thighs dipping into the water, the way her small feet kicked gently under the surface, the vulnerable bite of her lower lip as she tried to gather her nerves.

He wanted to worship every inch of her, to remind her that no matter how chaotic life became, this moment between them would always be theirs.

Amaira finally gathered the courage to look up, locking eyes with him. Her breath hitched at the sheer intensity in his gaze—hungry, protective, and utterly devoted.

"Raj," she whispered, barely audible, but it was enough to make his heart race.

"Yeah, baby?" he murmured, inching closer, the warmth of the water mingling with the heat surging between them.

Amaira couldn't look away, captivated by the raw passion simmering in his eyes. Her pulse quickened, and all she could think was how much she wanted this—wanted him.