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...
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It had been eight months since my life had completely changed, yet it felt like I had been living this way forever.
Motherhood was... exhausting. Beautiful, but exhausting. The late-night feedings, the constant worry, the endless diaper changes, and the sleepless nights, there were times when I felt like collapsing from sheer fatigue. But then, one look at my babies, and care of Adhiraj, every ache, every moment of exhaustion, felt worth it.
I couldn't live without them. And they couldn't live without me.
Correction. I had three babies. My twins and then, Adhiraj, my man-child, who sometimes needed more attention than the actual infants.nAlthough my babies loved to be breastfed, my husband always grumbled about having to share.
"You get them all day. At least let me have my time at night," he had muttered once, only to earn a sharp glare from me. Seriously, Adhiraj But as much as he complained, he never actually interrupted, he just sat there, scowling like a sulking child. My poor overgrown baby.
During the naming ceremony, we had finally revealed the names we had kept secret for a month.
Avyan Adhiraj Singh Rathore kept by me. My little sunshine, my ball of energy, the one who never stopped smiling. He had become my father-in-law's entire world, adored beyond words by all his Rithvik Chachu, who let him get away with everything. He ran all over the house, making everyone chase after him, giggling like a little devil when someone failed to catch him.
And then there was my princess: Siddhika Adhiraj Singh Rathore. Named after both of us, a name chosen by Adhiraj himself. It had been thoughtful, just like him. But unlike Avyan, who was everyone's little troublemaker, Siddhika had everyone wrapped around her tiny fingers, especially her father. She hadn't inherited his temper, but she had his serious nature, his sharp gaze, his reserved demeanor.
She had been Dadi-sa's precious angel, Maa-sa's little doll, her chachis' and buas' absolute favorite. But at the end of the day, she always, always found her way back to her father. Her father, who was completely, hopelessly obsessed with her.
While Avyan had been up early in the morning, full of energy and waking his father up, Siddhika preferred playing at night and sleeping in the morning. And this has created an unbreakable routine in our lives. Although Adhiraj played with Siddhika at night, and in the morning, he had no choice but to get up and entertain Avyan.
Even though Siddhika had played with everyone before bed, she had only found sukoon (comfort) with me. No matter how much she enjoyed being with her father, when night came, she needed me. She needed my warmth, my embrace, my presence. And most importantly, she needed my milk.
She had refused bottle milk, pushing it away every single time, showing me doe eyes. Instead, she had latched onto my breast, her tiny fingers clutching my nightgown as if I would disappear if she let go. Her safe place. Her mother.
