𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

{70}•ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅs•(🌶️)

BONDITA

The next five days went by so smoothly, I could hardly believe it. My period cramps were manageable, and Anirudh’s care never wavered. He pampered me in ways I never expected—always making sure I was comfortable, feeding me on time, massaging my back when the pain got too much, and even arguing with me when I tried to do too much work. It was almost funny how offended he would get whenever I tried to tell him I was fine.

And wow, I really couldn’t deny how much I loved being taken care of like this. Having someone who not only understood my pain but actively did everything to lessen it? It was a luxury I had never thought I’d have, and I felt so grateful for him.

But amidst all of this, we also made incredible progress on the case. The details we had been searching for finally started falling into place. Anirudh’s spy had returned with something crucial—photographs. Real, undeniable proof. The images showed the people responsible for dragging British women into human trafficking. These photos were the key. With them, we could bring all the whorehouse owners to court.

And once we did that… we could finally free all the girls trapped in those places.

Not only would we have evidence, but those women would be able to testify. They would finally have the chance to stand up against the people who had wronged them, who had stolen their freedom and dignity.

Everything was aligning perfectly.

Five days of care, warmth, and progress.

Everything was great. Truly, great.

It was maybe midnight, and I hadn’t slept. I mean, I did for a while—Anirudh had fed me, massaged my stomach with oil, and kept a hot bag to make me comfortable. And it worked. My body felt relaxed, my cramps weren’t as bad, and I should’ve been deep in sleep. But my eyes remained wide open.

I turned slightly to face Anirudh, my movements slow and careful. His hand was resting on my waist, as always. I swallowed hard, staring at his sleeping face.

It was my last two days of periods, and yet, for some reason, I was feeling… needy.

Horny.

In my entire life, I had never felt like this during my periods. It had always been about pain and discomfort, not this strange heat pooling low in my stomach. But ever since we started… doing things, my body had started reacting differently. I didn’t know if it was normal or not, but I was too shy to tell Anirudh about it.

I bit my lip, still staring at him. The slow rise and fall of his chest, the soft breaths leaving his lips—it was unfair how peaceful and perfect he looked.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed the blanket off my body, revealing the oversized night T-shirt of his that I was curled up in. His shirts were so warm, so soft—I think I had officially claimed them all by now. And he never even complained. Instead, he admired how I looked in them.

I smiled at the thought.

But then my eyes trailed back to him, and I hesitated before carefully hooking one of my legs around his hips.

Please don’t wake up.

I would die of embarrassment if he did.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.

His lower part wasn’t hard. It was surprising because it always was, even in sleep. But as soon as I kept my leg there, I felt it… jump.

My breath hitched. I gulped nervously and instinctively pulled my shirt up to my chin, exposing my bare skin to the cold air. A shiver ran through me—not just from the cold, but from the realization that I was wearing nothing but a single pair of panties underneath.