Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
📖 A soon to be father's silent plea, a lover's unspoken prayer. Will fate grant him one last chance? Will he get to see the life he fought to protect? ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The room was bathed in soft morning light, casting a golden hue on Siya's sleeping form. She lay sprawled across me, her head resting on my stomach, her tiny fingers curled around the fabric of my boxer's waistband. Her breath was warm against my skin, her soft snores making me chuckle quietly.
I had spent the past minutes just watching her, my mind refusing to settle. My wife. My Siya. And now... the soon mother of my child. Just the thought made something tighten in my chest, something overwhelming, something new.
A father.
I'm going to be a father.
I exhaled slowly, my fingers threading through her thick, dark hair as I imagined it, her, with a round belly, carrying our baby walking like a penguin. The thought made me laugh silently. Would she be moody? Would she make ridiculous food demands in the middle of the night? Would she kick me in her sleep when she got uncomfortable?
A small smile tugged at my lips at the mental picture.
"Hukum-sa, I want laddoos at 2 AM."
"Hukum-sa, my feet are swollen, fix it."
"Hukum-sa, I hate you...wait, no, I love you...no, I hate you again."
I'm going to be doomed.
And yet, I would give her the damn world if she asked for it.
Our baby.
Just the thought of it brought a different kind of smile to my lips, one I wasn't used to wearing. The kind that made my chest feel tight with emotions I didn't know how to name. I looked down at her, still fast asleep, her face peaceful, her grip on me possessive even in sleep.
Just as my mind drifted into thoughts of the future, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. Carefully, I reached for it without disturbing her.
"Sir, your flight to London is scheduled for tonight. The meeting is confirmed at 11 AM tomorrow with Mr. Spencer. Shall I finalize the itinerary?" Said my office secretary. I exhaled through my nose, rubbing my temple. Right. Business.
Rithvik was originally supposed to accompany me, but since it was his honeymoon, I had decided against pulling him away. The man deserved to enjoy his wife in peace before getting tangled in the mess of numbers and boardrooms.
"Hmm," I replied in a low voice, my fingers still absentmindedly stroking Siya's back.
"Confirm everything. I'll meet you at the airport directly."
"Understood, sir," I disconnected the call, sighing as I looked down at Siya. I hadn't told her yet. She was still deep in sleep, her lips parted slightly, the little furrow between her brows making me chuckle. She always frowned in her sleep if I wasn't holding her properly. I moved my palm over her back, pressing lightly to soothe her.
