𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ~𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚
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𝐕𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 ♡ 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀
Ruhanika, a quiet introvert with a passion for books and study. She thrives in the world of words, finding solace in...
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I reached home when the sky was no longer dark but not in the morning either. The sky looked dull grey and the air felt quiet. My eyes felt heavy, my shoulders were stiff, and my brain felt like it was running on a two percent charge.
The game launch was in two days. Reports, errors, final builds, everything felt like a cycle that had no pause.
The only relief was that tomorrow was Sunday.
I opened our bedroom door quietly, already imagining the bed pulling me in.
I stopped when I saw my wife.
Ruh was asleep.
The moment I saw her, my whole body relaxed in a way nothing else could manage.
She was lying in the center of the bed, hugging a pillow tightly as if she was protecting it.
The duvet had slipped a little.
She was wearing my white shirt again. The same shirt with faint lipstick marks on the collar.
She always said those marks were her way of claiming me, and then she kept the shirt like it was something she had won.
Every time she wore it, the marks looked clearer against the fabric.
I changed my clothes quietly and moved slowly onto the bed.
She shifted a little in her sleep and the shirt lifted just enough for her thigh to show.
Not lying, she looked hot in this. Too hot for someone who was sleeping so innocently.
My eyes stayed on her legs for a second longer than necessary. Her skin looked warm under the dim light.
The shirt covered her in all the right places and still managed to do nothing at all about my thoughts.
I moved closer slowly and slid my hand around her waist, she came closer without waking up. Her palm rested on my chest like she had been waiting for me.
Her breath warmed my collarbone. The sound of it was enough to pull me right out of the exhaustion I had been drowning in all day.
Her hair was messy and her cheek was pressed into my pillow. She looked peaceful and soft and completely at ease.
"Ruh," I whispered near her hair.
She made a low sound. My name was somewhere inside it, but most of it was sleepy mumbling.
I smiled and pressed my face lightly against her chest. She opened her eyes a little, just enough for me to see the slow movement of her lashes.
"Vihaan," Her voice was soft and uneven.
"Yes. I am here," I whispered against her skin.
She tried to open her eyes again, but they shut after a second, "When did you come?"
