30
RUDRAKSH
Shoot.
I am late, past midnight. I text Shivani to have dinner and sleep, not to wait for me. But I'm starting to understand my wife a little bit, and I know she must be awake.
As I enter our home, I directly go into the kitchen, finding the lights off, disappointment bubbling inside me. Shivani usually waits for me in the kitchen. Maybe she actually slept.
It's good, right? She is taking care of herself. I think I am too used to having her wait for me. I took it for granted; I will definitely come early from tomorrow. The urge to see my wife and talk to her before sleep bubbles in me—it makes up for all the shit I go through during the day. I like how she’s opened up to me.
She explains every detail of her day to me.
She's an oversharer. She's cute; her smile brightens my day. I think it would brighten anyone’s day.
Her smile is the most beautiful in the world.
I hate it when she smiles at other people.
No one should have the right to see her smile, or her for that matter, but I am never going to cage her down.
I would rather kill people who would dare to look at my wife the wrong way.
I loosen my tie a little as I walk upstairs.
Tiredness is catching up to me. I might as well skip dinner and just sleep.
After our marriage, I’ve apparently started liking cuddling, and I can sleep well too.
I was a light sleeper; I didn’t need more than three or four hours, but now I have to set alarms because having my wife in my arms sets me at peace.
I am too relaxed when I’m in her company.
I enter the room slowly so I don’t wake up Shivani. My gaze goes towards the bed, but it’s well-made; no sign of her.
Where is she?
I quickly put away my briefcase and go into protective mode. But before I can even move from my place, the door to the closet opens and I see her come out. It's too dark; the only light illuminating is from the closet, and it’s not enough. I need to see her.
"Happy birthday to you," she sings in her melodious voice.
I freeze as I stare at her with wide eyes. I am taken aback.
She switches on the light, and I look at her, almost enchanted. She looks beautiful—that might be an understatement. The saree fits her perfectly, hugging her curves in all the right ways. She looks beautiful—breathtaking, even. Her hair falls softly over her shoulders.
She looks like a dream come true.
The warm, dim lighting in the room casts gentle shadows on her face. She looks like she just walked out of a painting.
I know I’m staring, but no one can blame me.
My heart drums against my ribcage as she walks over, still holding the small cake in her hands.
There’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes as she stops in front of me.
"Maa told me you don’t like celebrating your birthday, but it’s your first birthday after our marriage. I couldn’t just do nothing."
I am transfixed.
Does she not realize what effect she has on me?
I would do anything for her. I am speechless.
Her nervous expression only adds to her allure, making her even more adorable.
I can’t help but feel touched by her thoughtfulness.
As she stands in front of me with the cake in her hand, I am completely captivated.
She doesn’t seem to realize just how much power she holds over me.
Even a simple gesture like this is enough to make my heart race and my body react in a primal way.
"I am so sorry, Rudraksh; I didn’t mean to overstep. I didn't mean to upset you at all; I just thought—" I take the cake from her hand, placing it on the table nearby. She looks at me with confusion swirling in her eyes, and I throw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"You didn’t overstep. You don’t understand," I tell her, holding her close, inhaling her sweet scent. "You have no idea what you do to me..."
Her body is pressed against mine, her softness and warmth making me shiver with desire.
I bury my face in her hair, taking in another deep breath, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. I hold her tighter, my body molding against hers.
I can feel every inch of her soft curves against my hard frame, the contrast making me feel even more primal.
My hands slide down her back, resting on her hips, pulling her even closer to me. I can feel the heat and scent of her skin, driving me insane with desire. But I can’t lose control.
"Thank you, darling," I whisper in her ear. I pull away slightly to see her face, her cheeks flushed, and it makes me want her even more. I lean in to kiss her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead, teasing her with my slow, gentle kisses.
"T—the cake," she reminds me weakly.
I take a step back, breathing to calm down, slowing my heartbeat. She puts a hand on her chest, tapping it a few times. A small smile appears on my face. She’s so adorable. I can’t get over it.
"Let’s cut the cake," I say, taking her hand in mine. She lights the candle.
"Make a wish," she says, smiling softly, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
‘I wish I could be with my wife forever,’ I make a quick wish in my head and blow out the candle. I take her hand in mine, and we cut the cake together. It fits perfectly. I feed her a bite. She offers me one too.
"I don’t like eating these things, Shivani," I say gently, not wanting to break her heart.
Her face falls. "Please, one bite?" She insists. "I made it for you. Don’t worry, I haven’t added any sugar. It’s just dates, bananas, and cocoa powder. I know you—"
I take her hand, holding the cake, bring it closer to my mouth, and eat it while looking into her eyes.
Her eyes light up when I take a bite of the cake, and I can see the joy and love she has put into making it.
The fact that she remembered my aversion to sugar and used naturally sweet ingredients instead is more than just a simple act of baking.
It indicates that she has paid attention to me and cares about my preferences.
No one has put that kind of effort into me.
And with that, I just know that I’m going to eat that entire damn cake.
"I will need more than a bite. This wouldn’t satisfy my hunger, darling. It’s perfect," I say, gently stroking a strand of hair from her face.
"Like you. Thank you, baby. I appreciate it."
More than I can ever express in words.
Her face lights up even more at my compliment, and a satisfying smile spreads across her face. She looks so proud and happy, like a child who has just won a gold star. I can’t help but be touched by her reaction. Her happiness is contagious, and it fills me with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
"Would you wait here for me?" she asks.
"Why? Where are you going?" I question.
"Just a minute," she says as she disappears into the closet again.
I take the fork next to the cake and dig into it.
I don’t think I’ve had anything more delicious than this.
My wife baked me a cake. A smile covers my face.
Damn it. I’m acting like a child. But I can’t help it; the smile won’t wipe off my face.
My mind keeps reminding me that this cake is made by my wife, just for me.
My ear perks up when I hear her footsteps. I look up to see her hands behind her back. Ah, the gift. I’m very excited. What the fuck is wrong with me? This isn’t me. I have never been excited for any kind of gift.
She comes and stands in front of me, admiring me eating her cake. I stop and smile at her.
"Couldn’t help it. It was tasty. After all, you made it," I admit softly.
Her cheeks flush, making me grin. She puts out her hand.
"It’s your gift," she says.
I open the box, curious to see what she has gotten me. As I take out the tie, I am pleasantly surprised. It’s a beautiful tie, the fabric soft and luxurious in my hands.
"This is beautiful," I grin, looking up at her with a smile. "You have good taste, darling."
I look at her and her flushed cheeks, my smile growing wider.
Her shyness is adorable, and it makes me want to kiss her senseless.
I pull her closer to me, twisting her hand behind her back, trapping her between me and the table.
Her body presses against mine, her warmth and softness making my pulse quicken.
I look down at her, admiring the way her hair falls over her shoulders, her eyes wide and innocent.
I want to kiss her, to lose myself in her taste and scent.
My eyes rake over her face, taking in every feature, every inch of her.
I can feel my self-control slipping away.
Her breath comes out in short gasps, and I can feel her heartbeat quickening against my chest. I pull her even closer, pressing our bodies together, feeling the heat and energy between us.
I can’t resist any longer.
I lean in, touching our foreheads.
"Baby, I need to taste those lips of yours," I breathe out, my eyes flickering over her face.
I can see the desire flickering in her eyes, the way her breath hitches as she looks at me, her full, luscious lips parted slightly. She nods slightly.
"I won’t be able to do it if you won’t give me your word," I say. "I need your permission, baby. Please." I continue. If I have to, I will beg her. She has broken my pride. I used to believe that I was strong, but apparently, I am not. I am not strong in front of her .
She holds all the power.
"Please," she says softly, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged. "Do it," she says.
That’s my cue. I move to her lips, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste the sweetness of her mouth, and it only makes me want her more. She stands there, not doing anything at first, her hands at her side. I guide them to my neck as I bite her lower lip, making her gasp.
I take the opportunity and tangle my tongue with hers, exploring her mouth hungrily.
My hands roam all over her body, feeling every inch of her soft skin.
I push her back until she’s trapped between me and the wall behind her.
With a low growl, I press my body against hers, making her gasp softly.
I can feel the heat of her body against mine, and my desire for her is reaching uncontrollable levels.
She taps on my chest. Reluctantly, I stop, our foreheads touching. She looks up at me, those large, round eyes looking even more beautiful in the soft light. Her lips are parted slightly, now more plump, and she’s breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling as if she just ran a mile.
"Wow," she gasps softly, and I can’t help but chuckle.
"Exactly. Wow," I repeat. I nibble her earlobe lightly, and I can feel her shiver.
"You’re perfect, baby," I say. I move my lips down toward her jaw, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. I can smell her scent, a mix of her perfume and her own natural sweetness, and it’s driving me wild. I kiss my way down her neck, my lips
I kiss my way down her neck, finding her pulse point. She sighs softly, giving in to me as her fingers trace the muscles of my back. "Rudra," she moans.
I stop, and my eyes widen. "What did you say?" I ask, and she shies away and looks down. I tilt her chin. "Repeat it, Shivani," I insist.
"Rudra," she repeats quietly. I groan. She will definitely be the death of me.
I peck her lips. "From now on," I caress her cheeks, "you will call me that," I command. She shudders in my arm but nods.
She looks away; I see doubt swirling in her head. "What are you thinking about, darling?" I ask her.
“Sorry, I’m inexperienced; I don’t know how to kiss you properly,“ she whispers as she twists her wedding band, a habit she has when she's nervous.
I grin at her, “It’s fine; you can gain experience with me.”
I see her turn more red on my words. I never knew a person could blush so furiously. I chuckle. I gently take her lips again; it's a slow and short kiss.
“Now can we do it again but longer this time?” I ask with a grin. She hides her face in my chest, and I chuckle.