Let's see how different personalities mends with each other to form a beautifull bond together.
Where the Eldest is calm and cold, Second is aggressive and Youngest is naughty. But, the common trait between the brothers is the "love" they have for...
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CHAPTER 44
Avyansh slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the sleep.
As he turned his head to the right, he realised how wrong he was for pushing myra away.
His gaze fell upon Myra, who was sleeping peacefully beside him, her face serene and beautiful.
Avyansh's fingers gently brushed against Myra's skin as he tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear. She slept peacefully, using his arm as a pillow, her legs tangled with his in a gentle, intimate embrace.
Her hand rested on his chest, directly over his heart, as if she could feel the beat of his heart even in her sleep. Avyansh's gaze softened as he looked at her, his chest swelling with emotion.
He lay there, mesmerized by Myra's serene beauty, his eyes drinking in every detail of her face. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even notice when Myra spoke up.
"Stop staring," Myra said, her voice husky with sleep, her eyes still closed.
Avyansh's lips curved into a gentle smile. "I was not staring, I was admiring," he corrected, his voice low and soothing.
Myra's lips twitched, and she let out a soft giggle, still not opening her eyes. "Stop copying me ,"
Avyansh chuckled, his chest vibrating with the movement, and Myra's hand on his chest stirred, her fingers curling slightly into his skin.
Myra's eyes finally fluttered open, and she gazed up at Avyansh with a soft, loving smile. "I love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his cheek in a gentle kiss.
Avyansh's heart swelled with emotion as he looked into Myra's eyes. He took her hand, which was still resting on his chest, and pressed a tender kiss to her palm. "I love you more," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.
Myra's pouted, and she whispered, "It hurts."
Avyansh's expression turned concerned, and he gently caressed her cheeks. "Was I too rough last night?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Myra's voice dropped to a husky whisper, and she said, "But I like every bit of it."
Avyansh's voice was low , filled with desire, as he whispered, "What to do, my wife is so tempting that I can't seem to control myself."
Avyansh's gaze locked onto Myra's blue eyes, and he couldn't help but be drawn in by their captivating sparkle. "Your blue eyes are captivating,"
Myra's smile grew wider, and she replied with a confident air, "I know."
