Yeh unchai sirf aasman ki nahi thi,

yeh ehsaason ki bhi thi—

jahan girne ka darr nahi tha,

sirf tum mein doob jaane ka nasha tha.

Aur us pal…

na duniya thi, na hosh—

sirf tum the…

aur meri barbaadi tumhare naam.

Dinner wrapped up slowly, but the energy didn’t fade. One by one, everyone came forward, blessing and gifting Krishti. She accepted everything with a soft smile, grace in every movement, though I could see the slight nervousness still lingering in her eyes.

And I waited. For my moment. My gaze found hers across the room. Held it. Didn’t let go.

“I have a surprise for my wife,” I said calmly, but my tone carried something more.

Instantly— Gaurika raised an eyebrow.

“Surprise?” she repeated, a teasing smile forming. “Shall we also know what that ‘surprise’ is?”

Soft giggles broke out among the women—Harshika joining in, along with the others. On the other side—Yashveer and Manveer simply shook their heads, already knowing their son.

Meanwhile—Manvik smirked openly, while Nivaan leaned forward like he was about to witness entertainment. But I didn’t respond to any of them. My eyes stayed locked on her. Because the surprise—wasn’t for them. It was only for her.

Before the moment could even settle—Varshika leaned forward again, eyes gleaming with pure mischief.

“Bhabhi… sach sach batao,” she said dramatically,

“kal raat bhai ne aapko sone diya bhi tha ya nahi?”

(Tell the truth, sister-in-law… did brother even let you sleep last night or not?)

The table erupted. Krishti almost choked on her breath, her face turning completely red.

“Varshika!” she whispered in shock.

But Varshika just grinned wider. Paridhi wasn’t far behind.

“Arey bhabhi, aapke dark circles sab bata rahe hain,” she added teasingly,

“humko kuch bolne ki zarurat hi nahi.”

(Your dark circles are telling us everything, we don’t even need to say anything.)

More laughter. Krishti immediately covered her face slightly, completely embarrassed now. Paridhi leaned closer again, lowering her voice just a little—but still loud enough.

“Waise bhai ka surprise bhi suspicious lag raha hai…” she said, smirking,

“shayad continuation ho kal raat ka.”

(By the way, brother’s surprise seems suspicious… maybe it’s a continuation of last night.)

“PARIDHI!” Krishti protested again, almost hiding behind her saree pallu. Varshika clapped softly, enjoying every second.

“Bhai toh full dangerous nikle…” she teased,

“din mein bhi romance, raat mein bhi romance.”

(Brother turned out to be fully dangerous… romance in the day, romance at night.)

From the side, Manvik laughed loudly while Nivaan added,

“Bhai ne toh level hi alag set kar diya.” (Brother has set a whole different level.)

Even Gaurika tried to hide her smile, while Harshika shook her head, clearly entertained. And through all of this—Krishti sat there—completely flustered, cheeks burning, eyes avoiding everyone—While I? I just leaned back—watching her.

Smirking slightly. Because no matter how much they teased—She was mine. And they all knew it.

I let them go on for a moment—watching her get more and more flustered—until I finally cleared my throat.

The table went slightly quiet.

“If I tell the surprise now…” I said calmly, glancing around at everyone,

“it won’t look good.”

A brief silence. Then—Harshika nodded thoughtfully. “Valid point though,” she said, trying to sound serious—but the smile on her lips gave her away.

Varshika immediately leaned back, crossing her arms dramatically.

“Acha ji… itna secret?”

(Oh really… so secret?)

Paridhi smirked beside her,

“Bhai, aapka confidence hi sab bata raha hai.”

(Brother, your confidence is already telling us everything.)

More laughter spread across the table.

Krishti lowered her gaze again, clearly trying to disappear at this point. From the other side, muttered under his breath,

“Bhai dangerous hai…”

(Brother is dangerous…)

Nivaan nodded seriously,

“Confirmed.”

(Confirmed.)

Even Yashveer shook his head slightly, hiding a faint smile, while Manveer looked away, clearly amused.

I didn’t respond to any of them. My eyes shifted back to her. And this time—I didn’t hide the smirk.

Because the surprise—was never meant for them.

Only for my wife.

I shook my head slightly, a faint smile on my lips, and before leaving, I gave Krishti a subtle wink. Her reaction alone was worth it. Without saying anything more, I turned and walked away from the dining area, heading straight toward my office room.

Because I had something planned. Something only for her. I knew her.

More than she realized.

The little things she liked… the things she used to watch, save, dream about—I remembered it all. Even from the past, from something as simple as her mobile. And as her husband, I had every right to fulfill those silent wishes.

I wanted to see it—that moment. That shine in her eyes. That happiness she wouldn’t be able to hide.

I stepped inside my office, closing the door behind me, and pulled out my phone. Without wasting time, I dialed my assistant.

The call connected within a minute.

“Is it ready?” I asked directly.

On the other side, the assistant replied promptly,

“Yes, sir. We’ve finalized the air trunk.”

I nodded slightly, my expression turning serious.

“Good. I don’t want any problems with it.”

“Sure, sir.”

I ended the call. Leaning back for a second, I exhaled slowly.

Everything was falling into place. And soon—she would know.

What her husband was truly capable of—when it came to her.

I walked back to our room, the door closing softly behind me. The space still carried her presence, and for a second, I just stood there, letting it sink in. Then I moved toward the wardrobe, pulling out my clothes first, then hers—carefully choosing something that would match the day ahead. Because today wasn’t just any day.

It was our day.

And the reception too.

I picked up my phone and opened WhatsApp, scrolling for a second before noticing that Varshika Ranawat had already added Krishti Mathur to the family group.

A small smirk tugged at my lips.

Without wasting time, I typed a short message—

“Send my wife to our room.”

Simple. Direct. I didn’t wait for replies. Didn’t need to. Because I already knew what was going to happen next. Those sisters—were definitely going to tease her again.

I locked my phone and placed it aside, shaking my head slightly with a faint smile. Poor her.

The door burst open like a string of crackers going off—loud, sudden, dramatic.

I didn’t even flinch. Because I already knew. Krishti stood there—eyes narrowed—clearly glaring at me. And honestly? I almost smiled. Because this—this exact reaction—was what I wanted.

I leaned casually against the wardrobe, completely unfazed, watching her as she stepped inside with that annoyed expression. She looked beautiful. Even when she was irritated. Especially then.

I folded my arms slightly, tilting my head.

“Hmm?” I said as if I had no idea why she was like this. Her glare only deepened. And inside—I was enjoying every second of it.

Because getting on her nerves like this—watching her get all flustered, annoyed, and adorable—It was becoming my new favorite thing.

“Why did you send that message in the group?” she snapped softly, her brows furrowed. “You could have messaged me personally. You don’t know—my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law teased me so much!”

Krishti looked ready to throw a full lecture at me. I didn’t let her. Before she could continue—I stepped forward in one swift move—closing the distance completely.

She kept talking—but I wasn’t listening anymore. Instead—I caught her lips in a sudden kiss. Her words melted away instantly. I pulled back just enough—our breaths mixing—and whispered against her lips,

“And I like the way you become so adorable… and mine… moya zvezdochka.”

Her cheeks flushed softly. That same shy reaction—again. She looked at me for a second—then leaned in—kissing me back. And in a soft whisper, right against my lips—She didn’t pull away.

Instead—Krishti leaned closer, her breath warm against my lips, and whispered softly,

“Then stop doing things that make me blush like this… Maan.”

Her voice—low…shy…yet filled with something that wrapped around me completely.

My jaw tightened slightly—but in control.

“Can’t,” I murmured back, my forehead resting lightly against hers.

“You look too beautiful when you’re like this.”

Her fingers clutched lightly onto my shirt—as if grounding herself. I lifted my hand—brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear—my touch lingering just a second longer than needed.

“You came fast,” I added quietly, a faint smirk forming,

“didn’t even fight with them properly?”

She huffed softly, narrowing her eyes at me again.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Maybe,” I replied, not even denying it. She hit my chest lightly again—but this time—there was no real anger.

Just warmth. Just us. I caught her hand mid-air—holding it gently—then brought it closer between us.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice softer now.

She looked at me—a little confused—a little curious—

“Ready for what?”

I smiled slightly.

“For your surprise, wife.”

She nodded softly, still looking at me with that curious gaze.

“Get ready,” I told her calmly, gesturing toward the bed, “the dress I prepared for you is there.”

She paused for a second.

“But what about the reception?” she asked, a little unsure. I stepped closer, my tone steady and reassuring.

“It will take time, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it… it’s my responsibility, okay?”

She looked at me for a moment—then nodded.

“Oh… okay.”

She walked toward the bed and picked up the dress. A deep red gown. Elegant. Perfect. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise—clearly not expecting my choice.

A faint smirk appeared on my lips. I knew exactly what would suit her. Without saying anything, she turned and walked into the closet to get ready. I watched her go for a second—then turned to my side. Pulling out my black tuxedo—clean, sharp, and tailored. I dressed quickly—buttoning it up, adjusting the cuffs—every detail in place.

Because today—wasn’t just about the reception. It was about her reaction.

I fixed my hair carefully, running my fingers through it before setting it in place with gel. A light spray of perfume settled over my collar, sharp and clean. Adjusting my cuffs and jacket, I made sure everything was perfect. The black tux fit exactly the way it should—sharp, controlled, effortless.

I slipped on my shoes—and then—

I heard it.

A soft crinkling sound of heels against the floor. I lifted my head. And for a moment—I forgot everything.

Krishti stood there. Wearing the red gown. My breath stilled. My jaw tightened slightly—eyes locking onto her.

She looked—unreal.

The fabric hugged her perfectly, flowing along her curves with elegance, not excess. Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, her face glowing with a natural beauty that no effort could recreate.

My gaze didn’t move. Couldn’t. Because in that moment—it wasn’t just attraction.

It was something deeper. possessive that whispered— She’s mine—and always will be. No matter how many times I’ve claimed her.

She is the heart of my stone—the one that cracks easily because of her smile... and those eyes.

A devil, enough to make me kneel.

I took a slow step toward her. Eyes still fixed. “Beautiful…” I said under my breath, almost to myself.

Because no other word felt enough. And even then—it still wasn’t enough for her.

Her eyes—they changed the moment she looked at me. Dilated. Deep.

Filled with something she herself was trying to understand. Desire. Hesitation. Emotion. All tangled together. And I saw it. Every bit of it. I took a slow breath—steadying myself—because she had no idea what she did to me.

Pushing myself up from the couch, I walked toward her—slowly—deliberately.

Stopping just inches away. My hand lifted—tucking a strand of her hair gently behind her ear. My fingers trailed down—to her collarbone—where the mangalsutra rested.

Krishti shivered the moment I touched her. I traced the chain lightly between my fingers—then her collarbone—slow… unhurried…Her eyes fluttered shut.

Goosebumps rose across her skin—her breath hitching softly. And I felt it. The effect. Her fragrance—it pulled me closer—making it harder to keep control. Leaning near her ear—my voice dropped—low…husky…

“You look so pretty… moya zvezdochka.”

“Maan… can we do it?” she asked softly, her voice carrying that same intensity mixed with desire.

I leaned closer, my breath brushing against her skin as I whispered,

“Not now… but I promise, we will.”

She nodded quietly. I pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then entwined our hands together. Carefully, I adjusted her hair and fixed her dress—making sure everything sat perfectly, covering her just the way I wanted.

Because she—was only mine to admire like this. No one else.

Holding her hand, I guided her out of the room. She already had her clutch and mobile with her. I closed the door behind us and walked straight toward the elevator on my floor that led to the rooftop.

We stepped inside. The doors slid shut automatically. I pressed the rooftop button.

Then, reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my black handkerchief and gently tied it over Krishti’s eyes.

“Maan… what is this?” she asked, slightly confused.

I leaned closer again, my voice soft yet playful.

“For the surprise… I have to blindfold you, sweetheart.”

She whined softly, clearly curious.

“God knows what surprise you’ve planned this morning…”

I chuckled lightly.

“Hey… don’t you dare complain,” I teased. “You’ll know once we reach. And it’s not God who prepared this surprise…”

I leaned closer, lowering my voice.

“It’s me.”

She muttered something under her breath—“Such a Possessive husband…”

A faint smirk appeared on my lips. Yes. I was. Because what was mine—I intended to keep that way.

The elevator doors slid open—revealing the rooftop. My expression turned unreadable instantly.

The bodyguards standing there lowered their heads in respect, careful not to even glance toward Krishti. Without a word—I swooped her into my arms.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tightening around my coat as she held onto me. I walked forward steadily, my steps confident. My assistant caught my eye and gave a subtle thumbs-up—everything was set, perfect, exactly how I wanted.

The hot air balloon stood ahead. Ready. Waiting. I stepped inside it carefully, still holding her close.

She clung to me tighter, her voice trembling slightly,

“Maan…”

I leaned closer to her ear, my tone soft but firm,

“Don’t worry, baby… I’m here.”

She whispered back,

“I know.”

A faint hum left my lips as I kept her steady in my embrace. Behind us, the assistant and bodyguards released the ropes. And slowly—the balloon began to rise.

The ground slipping away beneath us. The world turning smaller. Once we were high enough—I reached up and untied the blindfold from her eyes.

She blinked softly—then opened them.

And froze. A soft gasp escaped her—this time not from fear—but from pure, overwhelming happiness.

Her eyes—they shined. Like stardust scattered in the night sky. And in that moment—watching her reaction—I knew.

Every effort…every plan…was worth it.

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her from behind — a back hug that felt like coming home. I rested my chin on her shoulder, breathing in her warmth.

Every single moment I had missed this warmth so much.

I inhaled her fragrance — soft cherry with a hint of vanilla — and closed my eyes for a second, letting it fill me.

“Like it?” I asked quietly against her ear.

She leaned back into me, her voice soft and full of wonder.

“I like it… I love it. You remembered my fantasies.”

I nodded, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She turned her head slightly, her next words melting something deep inside my chest.

“You shouldn’t do this much, Maan… I love whatever you are.”

My heart clenched — warm, full, aching with more love than I thought possible.

“But I have my right over your fantasies,” I murmured, voice low. “To make them reality.”

Then she spoke again — this time in that seductive voice that always hit me like lightning.

“What about your fantasies then?”

She turned fully in my arms, lifted her head, and cupped my cheeks with both hands. Her touch was so soft, so gentle — I loved it more than I could ever say.

I leaned down, whispering against her lips,

“Your fantasies are mine too. I’m ready to fulfill every wish you desire, moya zvezdochka.”

Her eyes sparkled with love and mischief.

"Your promise you would do with me? What about it?"

Her words hit like gasoline on fire.

Her words still hung in the air between us — soft, shy, yet dripping with that innocent hunger that always made my blood run hotter.

I stepped closer, my hand sliding around her waist, pulling her flush against me so she could feel exactly what her little reminder had done. My cock was already hard, thick and aching, pressing insistently against her stomach through the fabric of my pants.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from my chest as I leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“What do you want me to do, moya zvezdochka?” I murmured, voice husky and rough with barely leashed need. “Tell me exactly. I want to hear my bold wife say it.”

She shivered in my arms, her breath catching. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.

I didn’t wait for a full answer.

My hand slid lower, cupping her ass through the red fabric, squeezing possessively as I pressed my thick, hard length against her stomach.

“Because I promised to fuck you until you forget every name except mine,” I growled softly, lips trailing down the side of her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse point. “I promised to ruin this pretty little body until you’re dripping with me, until you can’t walk straight tomorrow. Is that what you want, baby?”

I nipped at her collarbone, sucking a mark into the skin just above her mangalsutra.

“Or do you want me to be gentle?” I teased, voice dropping even lower, my breath hot against her ear. “Slow… deep… making love to you like the goddess you are… until you’re crying my name and begging me not to stop?”

My other hand came up, fingers tracing the neckline of her gown, brushing the swell of her breasts.

“Tell me, baby,” I whispered, lips brushing her ear again. “Do you want your husband to fuck you like a man possessed… or do you want me to worship you until the sun sets and rises again?”

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes — dark, dilated, full of the same fire I felt burning in my veins.

“Because once you say it… I won’t hold back.”

My cock throbbed against her, hard and ready, the promise of what was coming hanging heavy in the air between us.

She was trembling now, cheeks flushed, lips parted, breathing uneven. The red gown clung to her curves like it was made for sin, and the way she looked at me — shy, yet bold, full of love and desire — made my chest tighten with something far deeper than lust.

She was mine.

And I was going to make sure she never forgot it.

Krishti swallowed hard, her voice coming out in a soft, breathless whisper.

“I… I want you to ruin me, Maan,” she admitted, eyes shining with trust and need. “Like you promised. Make me yours completely.”

That was all I needed.

I growled low in my throat — primal, possessive — and crashed my mouth down on hers in a deep, claiming kiss. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her even closer as I backed her against the railing of the hot air balloon, the city far below us forgotten.

The kiss turned filthy fast — tongues tangling, lips sucking, teeth grazing. I swallowed every soft moan she gave me, drinking them like they were my lifeline.

My hand slid down, bunching the red gown higher up her thighs until I could feel the heat of her bare skin. I broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her lips.

“Good girl. Then I’m going to fuck you right here… high above the world… until the only thing you can feel is me.”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, pushing the gown up to her waist. She was already wet — soaked through her panties — and the sight made my cock throb painfully.

I ripped the delicate lace down her legs in one swift motion, then buried my face between her thighs.

My tongue licked a long, slow stripe up her folds, tasting her sweetness, before I sucked her clit into my mouth — hard.

Krishti cried out, her hands flying to my hair, thighs trembling around my head.

I didn’t hold back.

I devoured her — tongue plunging inside her, sucking her clit, licking every drop of her arousal like a starving man. My hands gripped her ass, holding her steady as I ate her out with raw hunger.

She was moaning loudly now — broken, desperate sounds that echoed in the open air.

“Maan… oh God… please…”

I groaned against her core, the vibration making her shake.

“Come for me, baby,” I rasped, sucking harder on her clit. “Let me taste how much you need your husband.”

She shattered with a sharp cry — thighs clamping around my head, body convulsing as she came hard on my tongue. I drank every drop, licking her through the orgasm until she was whimpering, oversensitive, and begging.

Only then did I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes dark with satisfaction.

I pulled her into a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

Then I turned her around — pressing her front against the railing — and hiked her gown up to her waist.

“Hold on tight, moya zvezdochka,” I growled in her ear, unzipping my pants and freeing my throbbing cock. “Because I’m going to fuck you until the whole sky knows who you belong to.”

I thrust into her in one deep stroke — burying myself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat.

Krishti cried out in pleasure, her hands gripping the railing as I started moving — hard, deep, relentless.

Fuck.

Her expression — the way her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, lips parted in a silent scream — nearly undid me right there.

The way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow her moans, the way her chest heaved with every desperate breath… it made my cock throb even harder inside her wet, heated pussy.

She screamed in pleasure as I swelled thicker inside her, stretching her even more.

Her moans — broken, needy, sinful — would be the death of me.

And those bouncing breasts… God, they were perfect.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a low growl, I yanked the top of her red gown down, tugging her bra along with it until her breasts spilled free — full, soft, nipples already hard and begging for my mouth.

I latched onto her right nipple — sucking hard, greedy, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while I thrust into her faster, deeper, pounding into her with raw need.

Her inner walls clenched and fluttered around my dick like velvet fire, milking me with every stroke.

Her nipple in my mouth — warm, sweet, responsive — was pure hell and heaven at the same time.

I groaned against her breast, the vibration making her cry out louder.

I wrapped her legs around my torso, lifting her higher, and drove into her even deeper — slower, grinding strokes now, deliberately dragging the thick head of my cock against that spot inside her that made her tremble and sob.

Every slow, deep thrust was designed to drive her crazy.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her head falling back as she moaned my name like a prayer.

“Maan… oh God… please…”

I switched to her other nipple, sucking harder, teeth grazing lightly while my hips rolled in that torturously slow rhythm — pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust.

“You feel that, baby?” I growled against her breast, voice rough and dark. “Feel how deep I am? This pussy was made for me. Only me.”

She was shaking in my arms — legs locked tight around me, inner walls fluttering wildly, her moans turning into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure.

I could feel her getting closer — the way she tightened around me, the way her breath hitched, the way her nails scratched down my back.

“Come for me, baby,” I rasped, sucking her nipple harder, thrusting deeper, grinding against that perfect spot. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock. I want to feel every pulse… every drop of your cum soaking me.”

She shattered with a sharp, beautiful cry — her walls clamping down on me like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as her orgasm crashed through her. Her head fell back, lips parted in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

The sight — the feel of her coming so hard around me — pushed me over the edge.

I groaned her name like a curse and a prayer, burying myself to the hilt as I came deep inside her — thick, hot pulses filling her completely, spilling out around my cock as I kept thrusting through both our orgasms, drawing out every last tremor.

We stayed locked together — trembling, breathing hard, foreheads pressed against each other.

I kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her surrender.

I slowly bounced her on my cock — deep, deliberate strokes that buried me to the hilt with every downward motion.

Her body moved with me, her breasts bouncing beautifully with each thrust, full and soft, the red gown still bunched around her waist like spilled wine.

But something was different.

Her nipples — those pretty, dusky buds — were visibly itching, twisting slightly with every movement, hardening even more than usual. They looked swollen, sensitive, almost begging for attention.

What the heck is going on?

My frown deepened in concern for my lady.

What were her hormones doing? This morning she had woken up with her hymen already broken from last night, yet she showed almost no pain. And now this… her body reacting so intensely, so quickly.

Was this normal for her?

Was this her sexual desire waking up fully — wild, hungry, uncontrollable because of how deeply she trusted me?

The thought made my chest tighten with a mix of worry and dark possessiveness.

I slowed my thrusts, keeping myself buried deep inside her, and leaned down to capture one aching nipple between my lips. I sucked gently at first — warm, soothing — then a little harder, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak.

Krishti moaned loudly, her walls fluttering around my cock.

“Maan…” she whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure and confusion.

I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same careful attention, sucking and licking while my hips rolled in slow, deep circles inside her.

Her body responded instantly — more wetness coating my cock, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically, pulling me deeper.

I lifted my head just enough to look at her flushed face, my voice low and rough with concern and desire.

“Baby, what’s wrong with your body?” I asked gently, still buried deep inside her. “Your nipples… they’re so sensitive today. Is this normal for you?”

She bit her lip, eyes glassy with pleasure, cheeks burning.

“I… I don’t know,” she whispered, voice shy but honest, broken by a soft moan as I gave one slow thrust. “It started last night… and this morning it feels even stronger. Like my body is… craving you more. It itches and throbs… especially when you touch them.”

My cock twitched hard inside her at her words.

Fuck.

My woman’s body was waking up — fully, hungrily — because of me. Because of the love and safety she finally felt in my arms.

I sighed softly, still moving slowly inside her, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“Maybe I need to consult a doctor for you,” I murmured, voice thick with worry and love. “I don’t want you uncomfortable, meri jaan. If your hormones are acting like this, I want to make sure everything is okay.”

Krishti shook her head slightly, her hands cupping my face, eyes shining with trust and affection.

“I’m okay, Maan,” she whispered, voice soft and breathless. “It’s… it’s not bad. It feels good when you touch me. Like my body is finally… alive because of you.”

Her words hit me straight in the chest.

I groaned low, pulling her closer, and kissed her deeply — slow and full of love.

“Then I’ll take care of it,” I promised against her lips. “Every itch. Every ache. Every desire. I’ll worship you until you feel nothing but pleasure and love.”

I started moving again — slower, deeper, grinding against that spot inside her while my mouth returned to her breasts, sucking and licking with gentle hunger.

Krishti moaned softly, her body melting into mine, completely surrendered.

In that moment, high above the world, I wasn’t just making love to my wife.

I was cherishing every single part of her — body, heart, and soul — promising silently to protect and adore even the parts she didn’t yet understand.