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RUDRAKSH
“Happy birthday, bhabhi!” Aarav yells, and Shivani hugs him, smiling, “Thank you.” It’s Aditi’s turn now.
And I don’t even know when Aaryan and Siddhant walked in. Sometimes I genuinely feel they’re homeless. They just show up to irritate me and eat my food. I glare at them, and they smirk. They know exactly what they’re doing. Of course, this must be their idea.
It’s my wife’s birthday. I wanted to spend the evening alone with her.
But that clearly couldn’t happen. Maa and Chachi already kidnapped her the whole day for some spa pampering.
As if I couldn’t give her a better massage.
Probably even an internal one too. God, I’ve been waiting for her since evening.
She came home late, and the second I locked the door of our room, these idiots popped up like unwanted spirits.
I haven’t even given her my gift yet. And I’m actually excited to see her reaction for once. “Okay, enough. You had the whole day. The nights are mine. Get lost,” I snap, slamming the door on their laughing faces.
“Rudra!” Shivani gasps, clearly scandalized. “Why would you say something like that?”
“What? It’s true. If things were fair, I’d have the whole day too, but I shared you. That’s all I could manage,” I mutter, pulling her into my arms.
She smiles, her eyes sparkling like she knows exactly what I mean.
“Now, give me my gift!” She gushes, bouncing slightly on her feet.
I raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Who told you I got you anything?”
She grins confidently. “I know you did. Now stop teasing me and hand it over!”
“Desperate much?” I chuckle, interlocking our fingers and leading her toward the closet. I’ve kept her gift inside a small box, tucked safely away. She slips her hand out of mine and walks toward it with curiosity practically radiating off her.
Her eyes go wide when she opens the box and sees the little black kitten curled inside. The light in her eyes, the way her face lights up with joy—it makes something tighten in my chest.
“You got me a cat?” She asks, her voice trembling with excitement.
I nod, watching her reaction closely. “Yeah. You mentioned once that you wanted one when you were a kid.” She gently lifts the kitten, cradling it to her chest, showering it with affection.
My eye twitches.
Why is she holding it so close? Why does that little furball get to cuddle my wife? I am standing just right here!
“Hey,” I yell, arms crossed, “put the cat down.”
Her head snaps up, brows knitting together. “What’s wrong?” She asks as her fingers tighten around the kitten.
“We need to set some ground rules,” I announce seriously. Jealousy bubbling in my chest. I am jealous of a cat. Jealous of an animal.
“Rules?” She repeats, clearly confused.
“You can’t cuddle with the cat. For starters.”
She stares at me for a moment, and then her face breaks into a wide smile and she bursts out in laughter. “Are you... jealous? Of a cat?”
“Don’t laugh. It’s not funny,” I growl. She’s still laughing, but she gently sets the kitten down. Good. I won’t share my wife—not even with a damn cat.
“Stop glaring at it,” she giggles, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my torso.
“I’m not glaring,” I grumble, even as my arms instinctively pull her close. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling the scent I’ve missed all day.
“And I’m not jealous of the cat,” I add firmly. “I just don’t like sharing what’s mine.” The cat decides to rub itself against my shoe like it owns the place. I look down at it with a frown. What the hell does it want now?
“It likes you,” Shivani says sweetly.
“I don’t care.” I huff, and she giggles again.
“So much laughter today,” I mutter under my breath. I scoop her up in my arms, bridal style, making her yelp in surprise. The damn cat starts following us.
“No, dude. You’re not seeing my wife naked,” I tell it seriously, nudging it gently into the closet and shutting the door.
She lands on the bed with a gasp, sitting up. “Hey—” I climb on top of her, cutting off her protest, trapping her beneath me.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her neck, nipping at her skin, letting my hands explore her curves like it’s the first time all over again.
She gasps as I trail kisses down her throat, her soft moans egging me on. Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging gently, her nails scraping just enough to make me shiver.
“Rudra...” she breathes, needy and breathless.
I lean close to her ear, letting my voice drop, full of hunger. “You feel how hard I am for you?” I slide my hips against hers. “This is what you do to me, Shivani. One look and I’m undone.”
Her cheeks flush, her breaths turning into short pants. I reach down, grabbing the hem of her dress, slowly inching it up. Her back arches to help me, and I don’t waste time stripping the fabric away. My eyes roam freely, greedily. She’s breathtaking.
I claim her lips in a searing kiss, my hands mapping her body like I’m memorizing every inch. I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower until my mouth finds her breasts. I take one nipple between my lips, sucking gently before biting just enough to make her gasp.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Rudra, please,” she moans.
“Patience, darling,” I murmur, sliding my hand down between her thighs. I push her panties aside and slip a finger inside her. She’s wet. So damn wet.
“God, you’re so ready for me.” I add a second finger, thrusting slowly, watching her fall apart under my touch.
“Please...” she whispers, breathless.
“So needy tonight,” I smirk, but there’s no humor in it—just raw desire.
I pull my fingers out, licking them clean as I hold her gaze. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.
“I want to wreck you tonight,” I whisper, leaning in again. “Till you forget your own name and only remember mine.”
She gasps, and I position myself at her entrance. Her legs wrap around me instinctively.
I thrust in deep and fast, and she cries out, her nails digging into my back. Her tight heat grips me like it was made for me.
“The sounds you’re making, baby, are driving me crazy,” I rasp against her skin. “But I know you can be louder.”
I pick up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. Her moans turn desperate, her body trembling under mine. I lower my mouth to her breasts again, biting softly, and she arches into me.
Our bodies collide in perfect rhythm, the room echoing with gasps and moans. I reach between us, rubbing tight circles on her clit, and her body responds instantly—tense, trembling, so close.
“Come for me, Shivani,” I growl. “Let go.”
And she does.
Her body shudders, convulsing around me as she screams my name. The sight of her falling apart beneath me pushes me over the edge, and I pull out, spilling my release on her stomach with a groan.
We collapse together, breathless, tangled in sheets and each other. I bury my face in her neck, her scent grounding me. Her fingers trail lazily over my back.
“I love you,” she whispers, her voice soft and full of something that punches straight through my chest. “So much.”
I freeze. My body stills completely.
“What did you say?” I ask, pulling back to look at her.
She avoids my eyes, her smile wobbly. “I love you,” she repeats.
I don’t answer. I can’t. The words catch in my throat, blocked by something old and jagged. Her smile falters when I don’t respond. I see the pain flash in her eyes—she tries to hide it, but I know her too well.
“I’m sorry I can’t say it back,” I finally whisper, not meeting her eyes.
The silence that follows is deafening.
“Rudra,” she calls quietly. “It’s okay. I understand.”
But I know it’s not okay. Her voice trembles, and she turns her face away, staring at the ceiling. Her body goes still, and I can feel the distance growing between us, no matter how tightly I hold her.
I sit up, guilt gnawing at me like a damn parasite. I want to fix it, to take away that hurt. But I can’t give her something I don’t know how to say.
Not yet.