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My breath hitched as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear, lingering just long enough to leave me dazed. His touch was fleeting, teasing—setting my entire body aflame without giving me even a moment to quench it.

And then... just like that, he pulled away with a smirk, leaving me standing there, aching and breathless, the fire he had sparked roaring inside me.

I gripped the edge of the counter, desperately trying to gather my composure, but it was impossible. His scent still clung to me, his touch still tingled against my skin, and my heart thudded wildly in my chest.

The worst part? He knew. He knew exactly the kind of effect he had on me—and he planned to drive me crazy until tonight.

I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath, already counting down the minutes until I could be back in his arms.

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The evening passed in a blur of laughter, music, and endless conversations. I smiled, played the perfect hostess, but deep down, my mind was elsewhere—haunted by his whispered promise.

Every glance he stole, every fleeting touch as he brushed past me... it only stoked the fire inside me higher.

Finally, the guests began to leave, one by one. The house grew quieter, the night thicker with unspoken anticipation.

Adi and Ani were already too tired after running around all night, chasing after their cousins and laughing their little hearts out. As I tucked them into their tiny beds, they barely mumbled a goodnight before drifting into sleep, their soft breaths filling the room in a steady rhythm.

Most days, it took a small army of bedtime stories, lullabies, and endless cuddles to finally coax them to sleep. But today, exhaustion did the job for us. Avi and I usually spent half our evening chasing after them, trying to wear them out, only to end up exhausted ourselves.

After placing a soft kiss on each of their foreheads and adjusting their blankets, I lingered for a moment longer — just soaking in the sight of our two perfect little miracles — before quietly stepping out.

I made my way back toward our room, my heart thudding softly against my chest, almost nervous.

And the moment I crossed the threshold, I felt him.
His presence.

He was leaning against the bedpost, arms folded, watching me with an intensity that stole the breath right from my lungs. He was still dressed in the same kurta, but now it hung more loosely, his hair slightly messed up, and there was a rawness in his eyes that made my knees weak.