𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ✔

𐙚♡-𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫-♡𐙚

Kashvi's POV~

The night was calm, the world outside lost in sleep, but inside our room, the air was anything but still. The soft glow of the moon seeped through the sheer curtains, casting silver shadows across the room.

I sighed in relief as I finally slipped under the covers. But before I could even close my eyes, a familiar warmth enveloped me from behind.

"Meri taraf dekho."

(Look at me.)

His deep voice, thick with something dangerous and intoxicating, sent a shiver down my spine.

With one swift motion, he pulled me closer, pressing my back against his firm chest. His warm breath tickled my neck.

I sighed, shaking my head. "What are you doing?"

His fingers traced the bare skin of my arm, slow, deliberate, setting my nerves on fire. "Meri biwi se pyaar kar raha hoon."

(Loving my wife.)

I bit my lip, my heart beating a little too fast.

"You ignored me the whole day today."

I smirked, tilting my head slightly. "It wasn't like that."

He scoffed, his grip tightening around my waist, pulling me closer until there wasn't even a breath of space between us. "Then what was it, hmm? Your full attention was on Ahvi."

I chuckled, turning in his arms to face him. "So? Were you only excited to be a dad, or were you ready for the responsibility too?"

His blue eyes darkened, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "I only have a problem with one thing."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

He leaned in, his breath fanning my lips, his fingers trailing up my back slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps. "You've only become a Mumma. You've forgotten my rights."

My breath hitched. "Aan-"

Before I could say anything else, he hovered over me.

I gasped. "What are you doing? Aan"

He smirked, caging me beneath him, his arms resting on either side of my head.

"I want my wife, Ashvi Baby. Not just Ahvi's Mumma."

My heart pounded as I looked into his intense eyes. His fingers traced my jaw, tilting my face up, and his lips brushed against mine-soft, teasing, barely there.

"Aan..." I whispered breathlessly.

He hummed, but his grip didn't loosen. Instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips against my temple before trailing them lower, along my jaw, then to the sensitive spot on my neck.

I sucked in a breath. "Aan-"

He smirked. "Haan, jaan?"

I clutched his shirt, my body melting under his touch. "Aap-"