"Unraveled Destinies"

Bonus 1 (ii)

Author's pov

The couple lay in each other's arms after the wild night they had, sweating and making love until they finally fell asleep at 3 in the morning. They were tangled under the white sheets, Kabir's arms wrapped protectively around his wife's figure, caressing her naked back under the thin layer of clothing she had now , keeping her close to him.

As she rested her head on his chest—his bare chest, since the shirt he wore last night now covered the love marks on her soft body—they enjoyed the quiet of the early morning. But the peace was interrupted when the sun's rays streamed in, hitting Kabir's eyes directly and breaking his sleep.

He kept his hand over his face for a moment, trying to block out the light and drift back into slumber. A few minutes later, he stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep.

Ah, the side effects of being a light sleeper.

He let out a yawn before turning his face to the other side, toward his wife, as he shifted himself from his back to his right arm , who slept there carefree, without a worry in the world.

A wide grin spread across his lips when he noticed her inching closer to him, the sun's rays gently falling onto her eyes. He turned fully toward her, shielding her face from the sunlight, and the lines of her forehead instantly made him smile in relief.

Leaning down, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead, and she nestled deeper into his chest, sending a rush of butterflies through him, all because of the mesmerizing touch of her lips against his bare skin.

Of course, he could never get over his wife.

His grin widened as he saw her pouting in her sleep, making his heart flutter all over again. His hands instinctively moved to brush away the baby hairs falling across her face, but he hissed the next moment as she pulled away slightly, reacting to his touch.

Of course, she is his baby, and he indeed treats her like one. Now, this baby of his threw her legs over his waist, causing him to let out a soft "umph" from the sudden pull.

As he brushed her hair, his fingers glided from her locks to her face, gently tracing her cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs. He admired her features, keenly and softly adoring every minute detail about her, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face.

It felt like an addiction to him, and he knew he could never shake it off. This woman he called his wife had a special way of making him fall for her all over again with her cute actions, her genuine gestures, and the selfless love she showed not only for him but for their kids and everyone around her.

His hand now moved down from her face to her stomach as he softly traced the stretch marks of his lady, his goddess, his Shakti, the one who had blessed him with two mini versions of himself. In that moment, he felt the fullness of life, savoring the joy of being both a father to a daughter and a son.

His warm breath landed gently on her face as he pulled her closer, even though his silly brain didn’t quite grasp that there was hardly any space left between them. Yet, he was stubborn, foolish, or whatever label you wanted to give him; he just wanted to keep her close, like a shadow that never left his side.

"I love you," he finally whispered, planting a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. His hand moved from her stomach to her back, caressing her gently from beneath her shirt, cherishing every moment they shared together.