Meant to be yours

Confrontation

Later that night, when the laughter at dinner had finally died down and Riya had retreated to her room still cackling at her own jokes, Anamika quietly tugged at Ishika’s hand.

“Come with me,” she whispered, her voice softer than usual, laced with a mix of mischief and need.

Ishika arched a brow, amused. “Again? After the day you’ve had limping around like you ran a marathon? Really wifey? ”

“Don’t remind me,” Anamika muttered, but her grip didn’t loosen. “I just… I don’t want the night to end with jokes. Not from Riya, not from you. Just us. So, ” She didn't even complete her sentence as Ishika kissed her lips.
" Yes. " Ishika said as she stood close.
" Ishi, I want to do it properly this time. So, May I? " Anamika asked as her eyes are looking down.

There was something in the way she said it — vulnerable, earnest — that made Ishika’s teasing smile soften into something warmer. Anamika never used to say sorry before. So, Ishika let herself be led down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps muffled against the wooden floor.

Inside the dimly lit bedroom, Anamika closed the door gently, shutting out the world and all its noise. For a while, there was only whispers, moans , the rustle of sheets, and the kind of closeness that left no space between them.

Hours later, Anamika lay propped against the pillows, her hair a messy halo, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Beside her, Ishika had already surrendered to sleep, her face nestled against Anamika’s shoulder, lips curved faintly in a dream-drenched smile. She looked utterly at peace, worn out by the sheer intensity of their closeness.

Anamika pressed a kiss to her forehead and chuckled softly to herself.
“Out like a light, you passed out easily biwi. ” she murmured. “Guess I should carry you around tomorrow. Let's see how you take it. ”

But she didn’t move. She just lay there, holding Ishika against her, listening to her even breathing and the soft quiet of the night.

For once, Anamika didn’t care if she’d be teased in the morning.
This was worth every limp.
Morning, however, had other plans.

The bedroom door creaked open, and in slipped Riya, holding a mug of coffee in one hand and wearing the smug expression of someone who had been waiting for this moment her whole life.

She took one look at the scene—Anamika sprawled half off the bed, hair sticking up in ten directions, Ishika buried against her like she’d fused herself there—and nearly dropped her cup.

“Ohhhh-ho-ho-ho!” Riya whispered gleefully to herself. “Look at these lovebirds. One's  like she fought twelve rounds with Cupid, and the other looks like she wrestled a hurricane.”

She tiptoed closer, snapped a picture on her phone, and then, unable to help herself, cleared her throat loudly.

Both women stirred. Ishika blinked blearily, groaning as she tried to bury her face deeper into Anamika’s shoulder. Anamika, still half-asleep, mumbled, “Five more minutes…”

Riya smirked. “Oh no, don’t mind me. Just checking if you guys are alive.”

Anamika’s eyes cracked open, narrowed, and immediately closed again with a sigh of defeat.
“Riya, get out.”

“No can do,” Riya chirped, sipping her coffee. “This is premium blackmail material. I’ve got enough here to torment you for months.”

“Delete it,” Anamika muttered into the pillow.

“Not a chance. This is going on the family WhatsApp group.”

That made Ishika snap awake, sitting upright with horror. “Riya!”