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Devyanis wild hunger🫣

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He gathered her carefully in his arms and helped her lie down on the bed.

She winced faintly. The cramps were sharp, but this time she wasn't alone with them. This time, someone was watching every little expression on her face like it mattered.

"What if it falls out?" she asked nervously.

He smiled gently. "It won't. Don't stress about it, hmm?"

She made a small unsure face... and then suddenly her lips trembled.

And she started crying.

Rivan's eyes widened. "Hey—hey, why are you crying? Is the pain too much?"

She shook her head, crying harder.

"No... I can bear this pain... I am crying because you left... three months..."

His jaw tightened. He hated himself in that moment.

She looked at him with watery, suspicious eyes.

He blinked. Just stared at her for a full two seconds.

"Where are you learning these things?"

And she broke down even more.

Rivan felt his own chest ache.

He cupped her face quickly. "Hey. Hey. Look at me."

She tried to look away but he didn't let her.

"Listen to me very carefully," he said, voice low, steady, warm.

"I don't have a 'bahar wali'. I don't want a 'bahar wali'. I don't even have the capacity to look at another woman when my whole world is lying in front of me, crying like this."

Her crying slowed a little.

He brushed her hair away from her forehead.

"The only thing that stayed with me in those three months... was you. Your voice. Your face. Your stupid questions. Your anger. Everything."

She hiccupped softly.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently.

He sighed and shook his head lightly.

It was noon.

She shifted a little and said, "I think... I need to change it."

Rivan nodded calmly. "Okay. Do you want help?"

She immediately made an ewww face and gave him a scandalized look.

He just stood there, expression straight, like this was the most normal thing in the world.

"I know, Jinal explained," she said quickly.

"Okay," he replied gently. "You do it. Just tell me if you need anything. I'm right here."

He lifted her carefully in his arms, walked to the bathroom, set her down near the door, and stepped back.

"I'll be outside," he said softly, closing the door for her.

And he really did stand there.

Waiting.

Not impatient.

Not awkward.

Just present.

Because for him, this wasn't embarrassing.

Inside the bathroom, Devyani stared at the pad like it was some complicated science project.

She remembered Jinal's instructions...

Remove this.

Stick this.

Place this.

But her brain was already hurting more than her stomach.

"Okay... easy..." she muttered to herself.

Five minutes passed.

Then ten.

Outside, Rivan frowned. "Kitten? Everything okay?"

Silence.

Then

He immediately straightened. "Yes? What happened? Open the door."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tell me."

Her voice came out panicked and offended at the same time.

"It's not sticking!"

Rivan closed his eyes, already understanding the disaster.

"Kitten... did you remove the paper from the back?"

Silence.

Long silence.

Then a very small voice

He bit his lip so hard to stop laughing.

"Oh."

Two seconds later

He turned his face away from the door, shoulders shaking.

"Hold it from the sides. The wings. Don't touch the middle."

Another pause.

Then

"...What wings? It doesn't have wings. It's not a bird."

Hands trembling... heart racing... she tried to remember what Jinal had explained.

"Sticky side goes down..." she muttered to herself nervously.

But in her panic... she did the exact opposite.

She pressed it the wrong way.

And before she could realize

It stuck.

Not to the cloth.

But to her.

She gasped.

Her eyes widened in horror.

She tried to pull it away carefully

And instantly yelped.

"Aaaah!"

The tiny hairs had stuck to the adhesive.

Tears rushed to her eyes.

She bit her lip, trying not to cry loudly.

Outside, Rivan immediately stiffened.

She panicked. "N...nothing!"

She tried again, slower this time.

Another sharp sting.

"Aahhh!" this time louder.

Rivan knocked on the door. "Devyani! Open the door. What happened?"

Her voice started shaking. "I did it wrong..."

She was almost crying now. "It's stuck... I can't remove... it's paining..."

Rivan understood something had gone very wrong.

Rivan stood outside, hearing her sniffles.

"Kitten... I told you to be careful..." he said softly.

Devyani's voice came broken, "Now what do I do..."

He took a breath. "Can I come inside?"

"No!" she panicked. "It's very messed... please don't come."

Rivan closed his eyes for a second, then said calmly, "Okay. I'll help you. I'll tie something on my eyes. I won't see."

She blinked from inside. "How will you help without seeing?"

There was a pause.

Then a small, nervous, "Okay... come fast."

He immediately took her dupatta from the cupboard and tied it firmly around his eyes.

Devyani stared at him in disbelief.

He smiled slightly. "Now tell me what's wrong."

She explained in broken words what had happened, still embarrassed.

Rivan kept his eyes tightly shut, the dupatta still tied.

He could hear her uneven breathing, her small sobs.

"Shhh... relax, kitten. I'm here," he said gently, trying to sound calmer than he felt.

He stepped a little closer, careful not to bump into anything.

"Umm... let me help you," he cleared his throat awkwardly.

In his nervousness, his words came out wrong. His hands fumbled near the edge of her saree.

She gasped. "What are you doing?!"

She stood there, extremely nervous, cheeks burning, but she didn't stop him.

Just when he tried to move a little forward

Rivan paused immediately.

Then, very awkwardly, very hesitantly, he asked,

"Umm... do you... have... a lot of hair down there?"

Her eyes widened to the size of plates.

Her face turned completely red.

Rivan kept his voice calm and normal.

"Because, kitten... it's basic human biology. Everyone has hair there after a certain age. It's completely normal."

Devyani's eyes widened in genuine surprise.

He smiled softly even with the dupatta tied over his eyes.

"You are special. But not because of that. That part is common. Nothing to be embarrassed about."

She looked down, cheeks red, still nervous.

Rivan cleared his throat, still keeping his tone gentle and matter-of-fact.

Devyani stared at him, still flustered.

He almost smiled at her innocence.

Rivan blinked at her reaction, then rubbed his forehead.

"Kitten... I didn't mean beard," he said.

She looked genuinely offended. "Then why are you asking such weird things?!"

He sighed. "Because hair there is normal. Everyone has it. And sometimes girls trim or clean it. That's all I meant."

Her eyes widened. "Clean it?? Down there?? With what? Soap and brush??"

He almost choked. "No! Not like that!"

She crossed her arms. "You are talking very suspicious things, pati ji."

He tried to stay serious. "There are ways. Like trimming. Carefully. Some people prefer it for hygiene."

She stared at him as if he had just revealed a national secret.

He didn't rush.

"First, you loosen a little. I can't help if you're this tense. Nothing bad is happening. I'm right here."

She swallowed and tried to relax, but her body was stiff with anxiety.

He spoke gently, step by step, guiding her instead of doing everything himself.

She followed his instructions, hands shaky.

"It's... hurting," she whispered.

She was crying, shoulders shaking.

Rivan's voice turned softer than ever.

"Okay... okay... I won't touch. First breathe. Just breathe, kitten."

She sniffed loudly. "Then why did you even come inside... to make me cry?"

He didn't move closer. He let her settle.

"Listen to me," he spoke gently. "Don't pull it. That's why it's hurting. We'll make it easier first."

She wiped her tears with trembling fingers. "How...?"

She nodded, doing exactly that.

"Good... very good," he encouraged. "Now don't remove. Just wait a few seconds."

Her breathing slowly steadied.

Rivan kept his voice extremely calm despite the chaos.

"Shhh... kitten... don't panic. We'll do this slowly. I'm right here."

She was clutching his arm so tightly her nails dug into his skin. Her eyes were blurry with tears.

"It's hurting... I hate this... I hate periods... if you don't stop this I'll divorce you!" she cried in frustration.

Rivan almost smiled at the absurd threat but stayed serious.

"Okay, okay. Divorce later. First we remove this villain from here, hmm? Teamwork."

She sniffed loudly. "Do whatever you want..."

"Not whatever I want," he corrected gently. "Whatever is comfortable for you."

He guided her hands instead of pulling himself.

"Hold the skin gently from here... yes... now very slowly peel it from the corner. Don't rush. If it hurts, stop."

She followed, breathing unevenly.

She winced again and grabbed his shoulder, hiding her face there out of embarrassment and pain.

"I'm sorry..." she mumbled.

"For what?" he asked softly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Finally, with one last careful movement, it came off.

She froze for a second... then exhaled in relief.

Rivan nodded even though he couldn't see.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, still shaken.

"I know," he said gently. "And you don't have to like it. But you don't have to go through it alone either."

She was still sniffling, face wet with tears.

Rivan's voice was patient. "I know. I know, kitten. But crying will make your body more tense. Try to relax a little."

"You won't understand this pain..." she cried again.

He gently held her by the waist and guided her a little closer so she wouldn't feel like she was about to fall apart alone.

She gasped. "Wh... what are you doing... I need to clean myself..."

"I know," he said softly. "I'm not stopping you. I'm just helping you stand steady. You're shaking."

She went quiet.

Her breath was uneven. She didn't realize how much she was trembling until he steadied her.

He gently placed his palm over her lower abdomen.

Very slowly... carefully... he began to rub in small circles.

Devyani's eyes widened.

She gulped.

This was new.

No one had ever done this for her before. No one had ever touched her with this kind of intention not to tease, not to claim, not to hurry... but to ease her pain.

She felt nervous.

Embarrassed.

And strangely... relaxed.

Her breathing, which had been uneven for so long, slowly began to settle.

"Is it... helping?" he asked softly.

"...it's feeling strange..." she whispered, breaths uneven.

Rivan didn't stop.

He kept his palm steady, slow, warm against her lower abdomen.

"Strange good... or strange painful?" he asked gently.

She shook her head, eyes half-closed. "I don't know... it's just... different..."

Her knees weakened and she held his shirt tightly, almost hiding her face against his chest.

He adjusted his hold, supporting all her weight without letting her strain even a little.

"Your body is relaxing," he explained softly. "That's why you feel like this. The cramps are easing."

He could feel how fragile she was in that moment not weak, not helpless just open in a way she had never been before. Open with trust. Open with confusion. Open with innocence that didn't know how to name what she was feeling.

And that trust settled heavily in his chest.

She wasn't reacting to him as a man.

She was reacting to him as her safe place.

That realization made his throat tighten.

Her fingers clutched his arm as if he was the only steady thing in a spinning world, and he let her hold him like that. He wanted her to. He wanted her to know that she could.

"Just breathe with me," he'd whispered earlier, guiding her to relax.

Now, his finger moved a little more deeply, circling slowly in that sensitive spot not to startle but to soothe the cramps that made her wince.

The motion was steady and unhurried, like a soft wave lapping at the shore, meant only to bring relief.

Devyani's breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped her lips "Ahhhhhh" as a new warmth spread through her, chasing away the sharp edges of the discomfort.

She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushing with confusion and wonder.

she asked, her voice a shy whisper, broken by the unfamiliar sensations fluttering inside her.

Rivan paused for just a moment and understanding. He kept his finger moving ever so slowly, maintaining that gentle rhythm to keep the pain at bay.

"Because your body is responding in a way that's natural, Devyani," he explained softly, his voice like a comforting lullaby.

"When you're in pain like this, a tender touch can help release the tension, make everything feel lighter. It's your body's way of thanking you for the care turning the hurt into something peaceful. Just let it happen; I'm here with you."

As he continued rubbing her slowly, the circles deepening just enough to ease the deeper cramps, Devyani felt strange things stirring in her abdomen a mix of warmth and tingles that danced like butterflies, not painful but curiously alive.

The ache was fading, replaced by this odd, building softness that made her want to hold onto the feeling.

Rivan smiled reassuringly, his touch never faltering, always slow and deliberate to nurture her comfort.

"That's because it's helping, isn't it? Your body is relaxing, letting go of the tightness from the pain. These feelings are part of how we heal and connect nothing to fear, just a sign that you're safe and cared for. Breathe into it, and it'll pass like a gentle breeze."

Devyani nodded slowly, her breath coming in soft sighs as the sensations wrapped around her like a warm blanket.

After a quiet moment, she tilted her head, her curiosity bubbling up again. "Is this the same... as when you kissed my chest? This... is the same feeling?"

"It's similar, yes," he replied gently.

"Both are ways of sharing closeness that make your heart and body feel full and calm.

When I kissed your chest, it was to show you affection, to make you feel cherished.

This is the same kind of care, just in a different place helping where it hurts most right now.

Every touch like this builds on that warmth we share. "

Her eyes fell on his hands.

Red.

Her breath hitched.

"Please... stop... my legs are paining," she said in panic.

Rivan immediately stepped back. "Okay, okay, sorry, sorry..."

"No... don't say sorry," she said quickly, embarrassed, avoiding his eyes.

She swallowed.

She watched him.

Something about the way he didn't panic... didn't react strangely... didn't act disgusted...

Made her heart feel oddly warm.

He finished washing his hands, trying to lighten the mood,

She gasped. "No please! Let me help myself from here!"

He chuckled softly. "Okay, okay. I'll bring new clothes. You do it peacefully. No hurry."

"Ji, madam," he replied.

Devyani slowly cleaned herself. This time, very carefully. She wore the new pad exactly the way Jinal had taught her.

No panic. No confusion.

Just slow, nervous focus.

She picked up the used pad to throw it...

But paused.

Her eyes stayed on it.

So much red.

Her brows pulled together.

This much blood comes from me?

And I used to just sit quietly and bear this alone?

Why did nobody ever explain this to me properly?

Why did I think this is something dirty... shameful... impure?

Her throat tightened.

For the first time, she didn't feel disgusted looking at it.

She felt confused.

Curious.

And a little emotional.

She wrapped it neatly in paper and threw it into the dustbin.

Then she looked at herself in the mirror.

Messy hair. Teary eyes. Flushed cheeks.

But inside...

She didn't feel cursed.

She didn't feel impure.

She felt... cared for.

And that feeling was completely new to her.

He gave me the clothes and stepped aside so I could change peacefully.

I wore the dress slowly.

But my mind...

It was not calm at all.

I kept remembering his hand on my skin a few minutes ago. The way he was rubbing my abdomen to ease the pain.

That warmth.

That slow, gentle touch.

It gave me a very strange sensation.

Not uncomfortable.

Not painful.

Something... nice.

Something that made me feel safe.

Something that made me feel like I didn't want him to stop.

I paused while adjusting my dress.

Why did I feel like that?

My cheeks warmed up again.

Why do I want that again?

I shook my head lightly.

"Shhh Devyani... how shameless you are becoming day by day..." I muttered to myself.

But no matter how much I scolded myself...

A small part of me still wondered

Can I ask him to do that once more?

She adjusted her saree and stepped out slowly.

Rivan was standing near the window, waiting quietly, giving her space.

When he heard the soft sound of her footsteps, he turned.

Their eyes met.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

He walked towards her calmly.

"Feeling better, kitten?" he asked gently.

She nodded, but her eyes were not steady. They kept dropping to the floor.

He noticed.

"Pain still there?"

"A little..." she whispered.

He guided her to the bed and made her sit.

Then he sat beside her, not too close, not too far.

That careful distance made her heart feel even heavier.

Because a few minutes ago... there was no distance at all.

Silence stretched between them.

She kept fidgeting with the edge of her saree.

He watched her quietly.

"Devyani..." he called softly.

She looked up.

"Yes..."

"You want to ask something?"

Her heart skipped.

How does he always know?

She opened her mouth... then closed it.

"No..."

He smiled faintly. "You are a very bad liar."

She swallowed.

Her fingers twisted into the fabric.

She gathered courage.

She stopped again. Her cheeks turned red.

He didn't interrupt. He waited.

Rivan's expression didn't change, but his eyes softened.

She quickly added, nervously,

She gave up explaining and covered her face with her hands.

He gently pulled her hands away from her face.

"It's okay," he said calmly. "You don't have to explain everything. I understand."

She looked at him, confused.

"When someone you trust takes care of you, your body and heart both feel safe. That's why you felt relaxed. There's nothing strange about it."

She stared at him.

He smiled softly.

Her eyes became slightly watery.

She whispered, "I like when you take care of me."

He replied just as softly, "And I like taking care of you."

This time, she didn't look away.

He said gently,

His voice was calm. Patient. Certain.

But her heart started racing for a different reason.

How does he know... that I don't know anything?

She lowered her eyes.

Did Papa tell him? Did someone tell him how I was kept... how I was never taught... never allowed to ask... never allowed to know?

Her fingers tightened in the bedsheet.

Or... does he just understand me without anyone telling him?

She looked at him quietly.

He wasn't staring at her strangely.

He wasn't judging her.

He wasn't even curious in a wrong way.

He was just... normal.

As if her not knowing things was not a problem.

As if her innocence was not stupidity.

As if her confusion was not something to laugh at.

That made her chest feel heavy.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked softly.

She shook her head.

He tilted his head slightly. "You are thinking too much again."

He stood up slowly and said,

"Maybe you are hungry... I'll bring something for you."

I nodded... but my mind was not thinking about food.

My lips parted slightly, and without realizing, I licked them.

Because what I was craving... was not something to eat.

My thoughts betrayed me.

I remembered his warm hands on my skin a little while ago... the way his touch made my pain soften... the strange comfort that spread through me.

That feeling...

I wanted that again.

Not food.

Not water.

Just... him near me like that.

I quickly looked down, feeling my cheeks burn.

What are you thinking, Devyani?

But the truth was...

For the first time in my life, I didn't feel scared of wanting his closeness.

She said "STOP."

Rivan paused mid-step.

He slowly turned back.

She was sitting on the bed, hair messy, cheeks red from pain, eyes tired... and then she licked her lips dramatically.

He narrowed his eyes. "What... do you want?"

Devyani tilted her head. "Something else."

He walked back cautiously. "Like?"

She pointed at him. "You."

He blinked. "Me?"

She nodded seriously. "Yes. You said na you are my personal helper. So come here."

He sat beside her. "Okay. What help?"

She leaned back on the pillow like a queen giving orders.

"I don't want food. I want..." she thought hard, "...shoulder."

"My... what?"

She made an irritated face. "Arre not bite bite. Just keep my teeth there. It helps in pain. I saw in serial."

He sighed in relief. "Ohhh. That."

She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer before he could react and gently pressed her teeth into his shoulder.

He flinched. "Kitten!"

She mumbled against him, "Shhh. Don't move. Pain is going."

He froze like a statue.

Two minutes later...

She nodded proudly. "Good husband."

He wrapped the blanket around her.

After a minute she murmured, "You know... periods are very irritating."

"Yes."

He smiled. "Thank you for the compliment."

She said. "Don't go anywhere."

She snuggled into him, eyes closing.

Then very softly

Rivan's eyes widened.

He looked down at her.

I don't know what happened to me in that moment.

It felt like something inside me was restless... unsettled... searching for comfort I didn't know how to ask for.

Before I could even think, I moved closer to him.

My fingers clutched his shoulders.

And I buried my face near his neck.

I don't know why... but his skin felt warm... safe.

I pressed a quick kiss there.

Then another.

He stiffened in surprise.

"Devyani...?" he said, confused.

But I wasn't listening.

My mind was foggy. My abdomen was hurting again, the cramps returning sharply, making me desperate for relief, for distraction, for closeness.

I held onto him tighter.

My lips brushed his collarbone, then his cheek.

I even bit his shoulder lightly without realizing it, like a child clinging to comfort.

He inhaled sharply.

His hands came to hold my arms gently.

I nodded against him, breathing unevenly.

My voice sounded helpless even to me.

I wasn't trying to be bold.

I wasn't trying to be anything.

I was just trying to escape the pain twisting inside me by holding onto the only person who made me feel safe enough to forget it.

I don't know what is happening to me.

I started breathing him in deeply, like his scent itself was calming the storm inside me. My head felt light, my emotions all mixed up pain, comfort, restlessness, craving.

Why am I like this today?

But whatever this is... I don't hate it.

I feel different.

Strange... but not bad.

I suddenly called a servant and asked her to bring chocolate.

He immediately said, "Oh, you want chocolate? You could have told me. I would bring boxes for you. Girls love chocolates these days, especially now."

I barely listened to him.

My mind was somewhere else.

My stomach felt weird not exactly hungry for food... but wanting something. I didn't even want to eat the regular food downstairs.

Then... a slightly crazy idea came to my mind.

And at the same time, for no reason at all, my eyes started filling with tears.

I felt like laughing.

I felt like crying.

I felt like hugging him.

I felt like pushing him away.

Everything at once.

I looked at him and said softly, almost like a child,

He said softly, "It's okay, baby. Just rest."

And I looked at him lying there so peacefully, unaware of the storm running inside my head.

He has no idea what his wife is thinking right now.

But why should I care?

He didn't care for three whole months when he left me here alone.

So today...

(Today, I'll completely overpower him not spare him at all.)

I don't even know where this boldness is coming from.

Maybe the pain.

Maybe the emotions.

Maybe the way he held me today.

But one thing is clear in my head

I am not going to sit quietly like the shy, scared Devyani anymore.

The servant came with a tray full of different chocolates.

But I didn't want those hard ones.

I wanted something... melt type.

So I picked the Nutella.

(Thank you, Adi Bhaiyya. Because of you, I now know so many chocolate names.)

He was sitting there shirtless, already panicking because of my weird behavior since morning.

Before he could even ask anything, I grabbed his shoulder and pushed him gently to sit, his back resting against the headboard.

He looked at me, confused... alert... slightly scared.

But I had no time to explain.

I was very hungry.

Very, very hungry.

I opened the Nutella jar... dipped my fingers in it... and before he could process anything

I smeared it across his shoulder.

Then his chest.

Then a line across his collarbone.

He froze.

Completely.

Utterly.

His mouth slightly open.

His brain, I think, stopped working.

He didn't even blink.

He was just staring at me like I had lost my mind.

Honestly...

Even I didn't know what I was doing right now.

My heart was racing.

My mind was cloudy.

My emotions were all over the place.

And in the middle of all this, I just heard his broken voice—