365 days
Devyani quickly moved out of the room and almost ran through the corridor.
She always chose the most random person for advice.
And this time too
She went straight to Aradhya.
She pushed the door open without knocking.
Aradhya was sitting on the bed, on a call with her friend, seriously discussing something.
Before she could even react
Devyani rushed toward her.
"Aru Aru Aru..." she called excitedly.
Aradhya blinked.
Confused.
Half her attention still on the call.
Half on Devyani.
"Wait... what type?" Aradhya asked absentmindedly.
Devyani nodded quickly. "Yes yes... that one... just like you told me to watch before..."
Aradhya, without thinking much, said the first movie that came to her mind.
Still distracted in her call.
"Okay," Devyani said instantly.
Not even asking anything more.
And the next second
She ran out of the room again.
Excited.
Happy.
Completely ready.
To watch a movie with her husband.
Without knowing
What kind of movie she just picked.
She entered the room with a small smirk on her face.
Rivan was already sitting, completely engrossed in his files again.
She stopped for a second.
Eyes narrowed.
Then without saying anything, she walked straight to him, snatched the file from his hand and threw it in one corner.
Rivan looked up, slightly shocked. "Kitten—"
But before he could say anything, she grabbed his hand.
Pulled him along.
And made him sit on the couch.
"Sit," she said firmly.
He didn't argue.
He just sat there, watching her.
She quickly picked up the remote.
Turned on the TV.
Opened Netflix with full focus.
Like she was on a mission.
Rivan leaned back slightly, still looking at her.
"You are very serious about this..." he murmured.
She didn't even look at him.
Her eyes shining with excitement.
His eyes filled with curiosity.
And somewhere between them
One was planning entertainment.
The other had no idea what was coming.
Instead of sitting beside him, she climbed onto his lap and settled comfortably like she owned the place.
She adjusted herself and said proudly, "Ahhh... my permanent seat."
Rivan smiled at that, his hands naturally going to her waist to steady her.
"Yeah... your permanent seat," he replied softly.
She leaned back against him comfortably while holding the remote, completely relaxed.
Then she started searching for the movie.
Scrolling.
Focused.
Excited.
And then
She clicked on it.
Rivan froze.
His eyes widened slightly.
His ears instantly turned red.
He quickly reached for the remote. "Wait—"
But she held it tightly.
"What?" she asked innocently.
He looked at the screen again.
Then at her.
Then back at the screen.
His mind already knew
This was going to be dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Rivan looked at the screen and then at her.
"W... why are you playing th... this movie?" he stuttered.
Devyani looked at him innocently. "Because I want to see this."
Rivan immediately tried to stay calm. "But... we can watch another movie..."
She turned her head slightly. "Why? You watched this movie, that's why you don't want to see it again?"
Rivan replied instantly, a little too fast, "Yeah yeah... I already watched it once... very boring... waste movie..."
That hit her.
Her eyes narrowed slowly.
"Why?" she asked.
Rivan straightened himself.
Trying to act normal.
Her voice softened.
Her eyes turned big.
Puppy eyes.
Rivan looked at her.
And he knew
He was trapped.
Rivan tried to explain patiently, "No kitten... it's just... the movie is not good."
She leaned a little closer, eyes fixed on him.
Rivan sighed internally.
He could feel it.
He was getting targeted from every direction.
No escape.
He tried again.
"No no... I mean... I just want to watch a new movie with you."
He softened his tone.
For a second
She looked like she was thinking.
But then
She shook her head.
She crossed her arms slightly.
"This is not fair."
Rivan looked at her.
Completely helpless.
Because when she got like this
There was no winning.
Rivan sighed softly and gave up.
"Okay... as you wish," he said.
Then added carefully, "But on one condition... you have to watch the full movie."
Devyani's face lit up instantly.
"Of course, yes," she said excitedly.
She adjusted herself more comfortably on his lap and pressed play.
At first everything was normal.
She was watching with full interest.
Completely focused.
Even reacting to small scenes.
But then
Those scenes came.
Her body went still.
Her breath hitched.
For a second it felt like her heart stopped.
She didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Her eyes were stuck on the screen.
But her mind
Was completely blank.
She didn't understand how to react.
What to do.
Where to look.
Her fingers slowly tightened on his shirt.
Her lips pressed together tightly.
Her cheeks turned deep red.
Embarrassment spread through her like heat.
Unfamiliar.
Overwhelming.
She wanted to look away.
But couldn't.
She wanted to say something.
But words didn't come out.
And most of all
She didn't have the courage to turn and look at him.
Her own husband.
Because suddenly
Everything felt different.
Strange.
And she didn't know why her heart was beating this fast.
Rivan smirked slightly, immediately understanding her situation.
Her stiff posture.
Her silence.
Her red cheeks.
Everything.
But his own breathing wasn't normal either.
It had become heavier.
Slower.
And the fact that his little wife was sitting right on his lap
So close
Was not helping at all.
Devyani cleared her throat awkwardly.
Her fingers quickly moved toward the remote.
But before she could do it
Rivan snatched the remote from her hand.
Devyani looked at him, completely embarrassed.
"Pati ji yaar... I didn't know this is this type of movie..." she said, her voice low and shy.
Rivan almost laughed.
But controlled himself.
Barely.
"Nah nah... now you can't take a step back," he said, trying to sound strict.
She looked away again.
Her cheeks burning.
Her hands gripping his shirt again.
And now
She was stuck.
Between the screen in front of her.
And the husband behind her
Who was clearly enjoying this a little too much.
I gulped softly.
This was getting difficult.
Very difficult.
I didn't understand what was happening to me.
These strange tickles in my abdomen...
They weren't stopping.
Instead, they were increasing.
I wiped the small sweat forming on my forehead.
My heart was beating too fast.
Way too fast
Slowly... very slowly...
I tried to move away from his lap.
Just a little.
Just to breathe properly.
But before I could
His hand tightened around my waist.
And he pulled me back toward him.
I gasped softly.
Ahhh... mummy...
What is happening to me...
I whispered in my mind.
Why do I feel like this when pati ji is near me...
Why does my stomach feel so weird...
Is this pain... or something else...
His hand started gently moving on my waist.
Massaging lightly.
And the moment he did
A wave of shivers ran through my entire body.
From my neck...
To my arms...
To everywhere.
My fingers curling into the fabric.
Why is this happening...
Why do I feel like this...
My cheeks were already burning.
But now
Even more.
And then
My eyes went back to the screen.
Something happened in the movie.
Something I didn't understand.
Something I didn't expect.
I froze.
Completely.
Did this actually happen...?
My eyes widened instantly.
My breath got stuck.
My cheeks turned even more red.
I didn't know where to look.
At the screen...
Or anywhere else.
Everything felt too much.
Too new.
Too confusing.
And I didn't understand any of it.
"Pati ji... it's..." I tried to speak but my voice got stuck.
I couldn't even complete my sentence.
His hand resting near my thigh made me even more aware.
More nervous.
More confused.
I didn't understand why everything felt so strange.
Broken.
But then
That sound from the movie...
I heard it.
And I froze.
My eyes widened.
My body stiffened.
What is this...
Why are they making these sounds...
I felt extremely helpless.
Like I was stuck.
Like I didn't know what to do.
My heart was racing so fast.
My breaths were uneven.
Something was happening to me.
Something I didn't understand.
Something I couldn't control.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to hide.
I wanted to run away.
But I couldn't move.
I just sat there.
Trying to understand
What was happening to me.
I closed my eyes tightly and covered them with my hands.
No... I can't watch this.
I really can't.
My heart was beating so fast.
My thoughts were all over the place.
Watching this... I don't know why...
But it feels like I want to do something.
Something I don't even understand.
I almost cried in my mind.
Why am I feeling like this...
And then another thought hit me.
Pati ji is still recovering.
He is not even fully well.
And this... this thing in the movie...
It looks like it needs so much energy.
I felt even more confused.
What is this...
My legs felt strange.
Weak.
There was this weird tickling feeling.
Like something was moving inside me.
Like my own body was asking for something.
I didn't understand it.
But I could feel it clearly.
And that scared me.
My face still hidden.
My breaths uneven.
I knew one thing.
I wanted to ask him.
But how can I ask...
What do I even say...
I let out a soft gasp as I suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Everything felt too much.
The sounds from the movie, the closeness, his presence...
It was all mixing together.
Why my body was reacting like this.
My heart was racing so fast it almost hurt.
I shook my head slightly.
I felt nervous.
Restless.
Like I needed to move but couldn't.
I pressed my face into his chest, hiding myself.
Trying to escape everything.
There was confusion.
Embarrassment.
And a strange feeling I couldn't name.
All I knew was
He leaned closer to my ear.
His voice low.
Soft.
My breath stopped.
For a second
Everything inside me went silent.
I should have been scared.
I should have cried.
I should have pushed him away.
But instead
I felt my cheeks burn.
A deep blush spread across my face.
Why am I blushing...
What is wrong with me...
My mind was not listening to anything.
Not fear.
Not logic.
Nothing.
I always say I use my mind in situations like this.
That I stay strong.
That I stay in control.
But right now
My mind itself felt out of control.
And somehow...
Everything felt connected to him.
To his voice.
To his closeness.
To the way he was holding me.
I didn't understand what was happening.
But I knew one thing.
Whatever it was...
And trust me, his slow moves are making me furious.
If I were in his place, I'd probably pull him straight to the bed, throw him down, hover over him, and kiss him until he's breathless...
What am I thinking...
Why am I thinking like this...
I felt heat rushing through my face.
My entire body felt warm.
Restless.
I didn't realize when those thoughts slipped out.
Not just in my mind
But from my lips.
The moment I understood
I froze.
Everything inside me went numb.
My eyes widened.
My grip on him tightened.
Before I could even process
He leaned closer.
Near my ear.
His breath brushed against my skin.
Sending shivers down my spine.
My heart skipped.
My face burned even more.
I didn't know where to hide.
What to say.
What to do.
I just sat there.
Frozen.
Embarrassed.
And completely overwhelmed.
I said softly, completely flustered, "I... I didn't mean that... it was just a slip of tongue..."
My voice was shaky.
My eyes avoiding his.
He smiled faintly.
"It's okay, baby... don't worry," he said.
Then added in a low tone, "I'll slip my hands too..."
Before I could even react
He pulled me closer into his arms.
My eyes widened instantly.
The movie was still playing in the background.
Those same sounds.
Those same scenes.
But now
Everything felt distant.
Because something else had started.
Between us.
"Pati ji... what?" I asked hurriedly, my voice nervous.
He leaned closer, his voice calm.
My cheeks burned again.
A deep blush spread across my face.
I tried to hide it.
Tried to act normal.
Tried to mask it with nervousness.
But inside
My heart was racing.
Faster than ever.
Because no matter how much I tried to hide it
I was excited.
And that scared me even more.
She tried to act like she was very nervous.
Her fingers fidgeting.
Her eyes not meeting his.
Her breathing uneven.
Rivan noticed everything.
A small smile appeared on his face.
"Oh... my wife looks nervous," he said softly.
Devyani immediately reacted.
She got confused with her own words.
Then quickly tried to fix it.
She looked at him for a second and then looked away again.
Rivan raised his eyebrows slightly.
Amused.
Her words.
Her expressions.
Her innocence.
Everything.
He leaned a little closer.
Not rushing.
Not forcing.
Just watching her reactions.
Heart racing.
Trying to act brave.
But completely giving herself away.
Her breath grew heavier.
Soft.
Uneven.
She tried to stay calm but it was getting difficult.
"Ummm..." I let out unknowingly.
Rivan looked at her closely.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice low.
"Ummm... yes... more than comfortable," she replied, trying to sound normal.
He leaned a little closer.
"Sure?" he asked huskily.
Now she actually felt nervous.
Her confidence slipping.
"Umm... yes..." she said again, but this time softer.
He tilted his head slightly.
She hesitated.
Then slowly lifted her gaze.
Met his eyes for a second
And immediately looked down again.
"Pati ji..." she whispered.
"Because I am... feeling shy..."
Rivan smiled faintly.
The room felt quieter than before.
Almost like the world outside had paused just for them.
The soft rustle of the sheets echoed faintly as she shifted, the cool fabric brushing against her skin. A small, shy giggle slipped from her lips, unplanned, innocent.
Her cheeks turned warm, glowing with a mix of excitement and that familiar bashfulness that never really left her.
She wasn't scared.
Not anymore.
This didn't feel frightening.
It felt like something secret.
Something just theirs.
Her heart still raced, though.
Fast.
Unsteady.
Because everything about this moment felt new.
He leaned closer, hovering just above her, his presence calm yet overwhelming in the softest way.
His eyes stayed on her.
Gentle.
Steady.
Like he was trying to memorize every expression she made.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured.
His voice was low, soothing, wrapping around her like warmth.
A small shiver ran through her.
She bit her lip, smiling up at him.
Her fingers absentmindedly played with the fabric of his shirt, twisting it lightly as if grounding herself.
"I... I feel like I'm in one of those stories," she whispered.
Her voice soft.
Filled with wonder.
Almost like a child discovering something magical.
"You know... the ones where everything feels... magical?"
Rivan chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, almost melting into the quiet of the room.
He leaned down slowly, unhurried, as if savoring every second.
His lips brushed against her closed eyelids first.
One.
Then the other.
Feather-light kisses that made her lashes tremble, a soft flutter betraying the storm of feelings inside her.
His breath lingered warm against her skin.
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
Barely a sound.
Yet filled with something so pure.
So content.
Her body slowly relaxed into the mattress, the tension leaving her little by little.
Like she was finally letting go.
Like she trusted this moment completely.
His presence felt different now.
Not overwhelming.
Not confusing.
Just... comforting.
Her fingers loosened their hold on his shirt, resting softly against him.
Her face calm.
Her lips curved into a faint smile.
And in that quiet space between them
It wasn't just magic.
It felt like peace.
Next, his mouth brushed her cheeks, lingering there with slow, deliberate presses that traced the curve of her blush.
Each kiss was gentle, like he was savoring the softness of her, and she felt a spark of excitement bubble up inside, warm and unfamiliar.
"That tickles a little pati ji," she admitted with a soft laugh, her voice light and playful, though her cheeks burned hotter under his attention.
"That's the point kitten," he teased, his lips curving into a smile against her skin.
But he didn't rush instead, he moved to her ear, his kisses turning more sensual now nibbling softly at the lobe, his breath hot and teasing as he whispered.
The sensation sent a jolt through her, intimate and strange, like discovering a hidden part of herself.
She tilted her head instinctively, a quiet gasp escaping her lips.
And that's when the nervousness crept in, unbidden but not unwelcome a fluttering in her chest that made her gulp down a shaky breath.
Her inhales grew heavier, ragged even, as his calm presence only heightened the building tension.
He was so composed, so deliberate, trailing more kisses along her jaw, his fingers lightly stroking her arm in lazy circles that made her skin tingle and her toes curl.
It was like he was unraveling her bit by bit, enjoying every little reaction the way her breath hitched, the subtle squirm when something felt too teasingly good.
He moved with excruciating slowness, his mouth exploring the sensitive spots along her neck now, each touch designed to build her anticipation.
Devyani could see the quiet amusement in his eyes when RIVAN glanced up, clearly relishing the way her face twisted in growing annoyance, her brows furrowing just a touch.
He heard her, of course, and his smile widened, warm and affectionate, as he returned to her cheeks with another series of soft kisses.
RIVAN said, his tone playful yet laced with genuine emotion, his hand cupping her face tenderly.
The depth of his gaze made her heart swell he wasn't just teasing for fun he was cherishing her, drawing out these moments to connect on a level she'd never known.
Frustration bubbled over then, hot and insistent, mixing with her excitement in a way that made her bold.
With a cute huff, Devyani reached up, her small hands grabbing his face fingers splayed across his cheeks and pulled him down to her.
Her lips met his in a clumsy, eager kiss, pouring all her innocent passion into it.
She pressed harder, trying to mimic the breathless intensity she'd imagined from those movies deepening it, making it urgent, her mouth moving with a fervor that left her own breath short.
Rivan responded, of course, his lips parting slightly to meet hers, but it was gentle, measured a normal kiss that matched his calm nature, guiding her without overwhelming.
She pulled back just a fraction, her eyes searching his with a spark of determination, then tried again, leaning in with even more insistence, her tongue tentatively brushing his lip in her bid to make it deeper, more consuming.
But RIVAN held back just enough, letting her lead while his hands stroked her hair soothingly.
The frustration mounted, her chest heaving as she broke away with a little whine.
she said, her voice frustrated but endearing, her lower lip jutting out in that cute, angry pout that made her look even more precious.
Seeing her like that flushed, earnest, and so adorably worked up finally tipped him over.
Rivan's eyes darkened with affection, a soft laugh escaping him as he cradled her face in both hands.
He whispered, his voice thick with emotion,
And then he claimed her lips properly, slowly at first to savor the moment, his mouth molding to hers with a sensual firmness that spoke of his deep care.
The kiss deepened innocently, their breaths mingling in a rhythm that felt like sharing secrets.
His lips were warm and insistent now, parting hers gently to explore with a tender slide of his tongue not rushed, but building a sweet heat that made her melt.
She responded with a soft moan, her inexperience shining through in the way she clung to him, her fingers threading into his hair as if anchoring herself to this new world of sensation.
Rivan's eyes locked onto hers, the playful tenderness giving way to something deeper, more urgent a hunger that had been simmering beneath his calm exterior.
Rivan whispered, his voice rough with emotion, before capturing her lips again in a kiss that was anything but gentle this time.
Desperation fueled him now, his mouth crashing against hers with a fierce intensity, lips parting hers wide as his tongue plunged in, seeking hers with raw need.
She gasped into the kiss, her innocence making the sudden shift overwhelming yet thrilling, her body arching up instinctively to meet him.
He kissed her hard, unyielding, sucking on her lower lip before diving back in, their tongues tangling in a messy, heated dance.
Saliva mixed between them, slick and warm, as he devoured her mouth pulling back just enough to let a thin strand connect their lips before sealing them again, deeper, more insistent.
The wet sounds of their kissing filled the air, intimate and unfiltered, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts that he stole away with every press.
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, fingers digging in as the kiss left her breathless, her chest heaving against his.
Emotions poured through him adoration twisted with an aching want to claim every part of her, to show her how deeply she affected him.
She tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck, her shy excitement blooming into soft moans that escaped unbidden.
"P....ahhhh... that feels... oh," she breathed, her voice a mix of wonder and plea, cute in its naivety even as her body responded with growing heat.
He smiled against her jaw, the sound vibrating through her, before his lips ventured lower, brushing the swell of her cleavage.
The soft mounds rose and he pressed open-mouthed kisses there hot, lingering, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin.
Devyani shifted slightly, her fingers tightening around him as confusion and nervousness mixed together inside her.
"Pati ji..." she whispered softly, her voice hesitant.
Rivan looked at her gently.
"Where, baby?" he asked, not teasing, just trying to understand her.
She immediately got flustered.
"Pati ji... try to understand..." she said, her cheeks turning red.
He smiled a little, still calm.
She looked away instantly.
"Nope... I am feeling shy..." she said with a small pout, hiding her face slightly.
Rivan's expression softened.
She peeked at him.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint smile on his lips.
Her heartbeat got faster.
Because even though she tried to act confident
He could see right through her.
And somehow...
That made everything feel even more intense.
He leaned closer, watching her carefully.
Her flushed cheeks.
Her hesitant eyes.
Her nervous breathing.
Everything about her gave her away.
A faint smirk appeared on his lips.
Not mocking.
But knowing.
To ease her... to make her feel less overwhelmed... he slowly moved closer and brushed a soft kiss along her neck and cleavage.
Gentle.
Lingering.
A small shiver ran through her instantly.
Her fingers tightened around him again.
He stayed close, his presence warm, steady.
And somewhere in his mind, a quiet thought formed.
I will make sure...
You understand this feeling yourself.
At your own pace.
He didn't rush.
Didn't force.
Just stayed there.
Letting her feel.
Letting her breathe.
Letting her slowly step into something she was still trying to understand.
And she...
Closed her eyes for a moment.
Caught between shyness and something new