“Then… Can we cuddle?” I ask.
“Of course. Is that even a question?” He grins, disappearing into the closet.
I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, my heart full. I have the best husband in the world.
41
RUDRAKSH
Shivani gasps as she looks at her reflection, “What did you do to my neck?” Her voice echoes in a soft shriek. Her eyes widen as she grazes her fingers on her neck.
A chuckle erupts from my throat at her reaction. “I marked you as mine, darling. Anyone who looks at that neck of yours will know you’re mine and mine alone.”
I watch as Shivani touches the spot on her neck where I left my mark. A possessive wave of satisfaction washes over me, knowing I’ve claimed her. This is borderline creepy, and I know that, but she's my wife, and I can't resist this feeling no matter what.
“And don’t ever try to cover it up,” I warn, my voice low and gravelly. “I want the whole world to see that you belong to me.” I assess her every moment as I walk towards her and hug her from behind. Leisurely, I move her hair to the front and press a kiss to her neck.
I nibble at her skin, leaving a trail of kisses as I go, marking my territory all over again. She shivers under my touch, her breath coming in ragged little gasps, and it only fuels my desire more.
“Stop me, darling,” I beg softly, reminding myself, “You’re still sore.”
She turns around and pushes me back slightly. “It still hurts to walk,” she admits, cheeks flushed.
A smug grin spreads on my face as I wrap my arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I want to say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” I grin. “This is the only time I’ve ever hurt you knowingly. If it happens again, don’t hesitate to kill me.” Her eyes shine on my words as I tug her hair behind her ear.
She swats my chest, brows furrowed. “Don’t ever say that.” I smile and rest my face against her head, breathing her in.
“Don’t you have to go to the office?” She asks, her voice rumbling against my chest.
“Honestly? I don’t want to go anywhere anymore.” It’s getting insufferable—this constant urge to be around her, see her, and touch her.
“Shut up,” she mutters, covering her face with her hand, and I chuckle.
A sudden knock on the door breaks our moment, and Shivani pulls away from me. “Bhai, bhabhi, Badi maa is calling you for breakfast.” Aditi’s voice filters through, followed by a giggle.
“She’s mad,” I mumble, watching Shivani get more flustered.
Stepping back, I pick up my briefcase and frown when I don’t see my office phone there. “Have you seen my phone, Shivani? The one I use for the office?”
My eyes wander around the room, searching for it. “Let me use your phone to dial it.”
“Why don’t you use your other phone?” She whispers as I slowly step towards her phone.
I look at her, raising a brow. “And why can’t I use yours?”
She glances at her phone, which is on my side of the bed, and darts toward it—but I grab it before she does.
“What’s the issue, Shivani?” I ask, narrowing my eyes, as I slowly near her.
She sighs in defeat. “I don’t want you to see the name I saved your office number under.”
I tilt my head, confused. “And why’s that, baby?”
I graze her cheekbone with my knuckle, and she inhales sharply. “It’s embarrassing,” she admits.
“Nothing should be embarrassing after what we did last night, darling,” I smirk and wink at her, and her eyes widen.
“Rudraksh!” She whisper-yells, eyes wide.
