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Jhanvi pinches my arm for being so direct in my speech. I don’t care even if they tease us forever for ditching our wedding dinner because for me, the wedding night is more important. I am painfully impatient to begin this new journey with my wife. I have to drive Jhanvi’s car, which is why I keep my hands off her, but that doesn’t stop me from holding her hand out in between, bringing it to my mouth and kissing her fingers while she keeps blabbering how she loved my surprise.

I park the car in a rush and once we are out, I literally carry her in my arms to the elevator. She giggles at my desperation, mouths me to slow down and as soon as we reach the door and I put her down so that she can unlock it, she’s shivering with a mix of anticipation and desire. With trembling fingers, she unlocks the door and the moment we step inside, I lock the door and pin her to it. One second we are just staring at each other and the next my mouth is on hers. Jhanvi’s breath hitches in her throat, as I ravish her mouth like a starved animal. Every inch of me is on fire just by this one kiss. Her hands slip into my hair and then down to unbutton my Sherwani. I don’t stop her tonight, unlike yesterday. I am all hers to devour, hers to love and hers to ruin.

After my fingers sense every curve she possesses, I press one in her belly button, sliding it in and out, a cue I have always given her to show that raw primal desire I had for her since the first time we met. A sign which indicates I wanted to mate with my wife in every possible way she would allow me to. I don’t know if she is even sensible right now to know the meaning behind it, so I drag my finger away, only to be held back in place by Jhanvi as she meets my eyes.

“Don’t stop,” she urges in a small high-pitched sound that shoots every fiber in my body to give her more.

It takes me hardly a few seconds to pool her Saree below her feet and then carry my flushed bride to the bedroom. The next few hours we gave each other everything we had, fulfilling our passionate fantasies, bringing each other to the brink of submission, and shuddering and coming apart for each other after an intense lovemaking. I stare down at her once we are completely satiated when she clings to my body for support and warmth. I thought Jhanvi was that pawn which I could use to bring down the other Raichands. I was so wrong. She is that lost part of my riddle without whom living even a fraction of a second would feel like ages. I am nothing without her love. I am no one without her support. I am willing to die a thousand deaths if she is my reward.

I snuggle her close, afraid that even the loss of her touch would doom me. Jhanvi is my only family and I am hers. No one and nothing in the world anymore matters to me, it never will.

I wake her up twice tonight to make love to her again and every time, I see the same deep crimson flush on her cheeks. I don’t think I will ever get tired of this. She is enough for me, yet I’ll never be satiated of ravishing her. She is my perfection. She is my nirvana. She is my whole effing world now and I’ll make sure to be her whole universe hereon. She’s all I’ll ever have. I am all she’ll ever love.

Her eyes lock with mine and I don’t even realize since when I am just admiring my wife who’s woken up again somewhere in the middle of sunrise. I didn’t sleep the whole night. Feels so!! My chest tightens as she smiles and pecks my nose.

“Looks like someone didn’t sleep at all?” she purrs.

“I didn’t!!” I shamelessly, proudly accept that.

We stare at each other, breathing and smiling, dreaming of a future we would build together until sleep takes over.

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While I sip my freshly brewed coffee, I stare at my wife who’s still sleeping between the sheets. Her cheeks are flushed and if I am right, she won’t have enough energy to get down the bed either. I drained her so much. Waking early has been my routine, but I woke up not early than 10:00 am and that was an hour ago. Untangling from my wife’s body was the most difficult part of my morning, but I had to do it to make sure I don’t consume her more than she already is.

As if she senses my gaze, Jhanvi tosses on the bed and opens her eyes. She looks straight at me first, smiles, and then she notices the state of the bed. We have badly ruined everything. I am proud. Nervously grabbing the sheets to cover her body, she sits with her back at the headboard.

“When did you wake up?”

My feet stride automatically towards her.

“An hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

I sit next to her, close but still maintaining enough distance not to trouble her again, though every nerve in my body wants to indulge in the act we did last night.

“You needed rest. Want to taste?”

She nods as I bring the coffee to her lips and takes a swig.

“Umm. This is good. Mind making one for me while I… umm.. shower?”

Is she ordering me to make coffee for her? I grin, take another swig of the coffee and put the mug over the bedside table.

“As my queen commands..”

Sliding an arm under her feet, and the other at her back, I carry her from the bed with the sheets covering her body.

“Aarav? What are you doing?”

“You wanted to shower? I am just helping you.”

I notice the pink flush on her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, I am just settling you in the shower and heading to make your coffee. Happy?” I mean it.

“Very.”

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