One month passed and Ayaan was recovering well. He no longer wore the arm sling, the bandage had been removed and the injury had almost fully healed.
Zara served the dinner she had lovingly cooked for him and the two of them ate together, feeding each other between soft laughter and playful teasing. They had grown closer than ever since their confessions. They were emotionally bound, deeply connected but intimacy was still untouched. Both longed for each other, yet Ayaan held himself back every time the moment came close. He still wasn’t sure if Zara would be comfortable and moreover with her carrying twins he was scared of hurting her so he never crossed that invisible line.
After dinner, Ayaan helped Zara back to their room, as usual carrying in his arms.
” Watch a movie, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a little while,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Zara watched him leave the room and picked up her phone to check the latest news, especially since Ayaan had already given her a heads-up about what would unfold in the next few minutes.
Ayaan sat in the study, watching the breaking news flashing across the screen about the man who had shot him. The headline scrolled in bold as the reporter’s voice filled the room.
“In a major development, the accused has confessed during interrogation. He claims the district secretary took him to meet a senior member of the ruling party who allegedly paid him in cash to shoot Ayaan Rey Badrinath. He said that they had given him money and he had been following Mr. Ayaan’s itinerary and waited for the right moment. He insisted that he hadn’t done it on his own and the entire plan had been orchestrated by senior member from the ruling party. We are in touch with our sources to identify the senior member who was involved in the assassination attempt “, the reporter said, as the flash news continued to play on loop.
Soon after, a wave of accusations hit several members of the ruling party, including a few ministers. The media grew increasingly desperate to uncover the identity of the senior member involved in the assassination plot and attempted to get updates from the police department. But by the end of the day, another breaking news flashed across every channel that the case had been taken over by the CBI for further investigation.
Public outrage followed immediately, with many accusing the ruling government of trying to bury the truth using their influence.
Ayaan glanced at Sameer, who gave a firm nod as if answering the unspoken question.
“Sir, the man we caught will confess exactly what we instructed. We just need to wait until the CBI reaches him,” Sameer said and Ayaan nodded in approval.
Zara stepped out of the bathroom after a warm bath to relax her body and she was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Ayaan, who had just entered the closet to change, froze seeing her. Droplets slid down her damp hair, tracing paths over her shoulders and the months of restrained longing snapped awake. His gaze locked on her, dark and intense, refusing to look away.
Zara swallowed hard under the weight of it and tried to walk past him but Ayaan caught her wrist gently. He moved behind her and let his knuckles trail slowly down her arm. Then he brushed her hair over her shoulder and blew lightly against the nape of her neck. Zara’s breath hitched, fingers fisting the towel. Pregnancy had only heightened her emotions and her body burned with a need she hadn’t felt in months.
Ayaan’s hunger was no less fierce. He had missed her….missed them for far too long. But the knowledge that she was carrying their twins anchored him in place. Fear curled tight in his chest, sharp and unrelenting.
” What if she wasn’t ready? What if my touch cause her discomfort or worse, harm?” he thought and he was terrified of hurting her, terrified of being the one to initiate when her body was already bearing so much. He didn’t know if she still wanted him the way she once had, or if her need now was only for rest and safety. That uncertainty held him back, gnawing at him, even as every part of him longed for her.
He forced himself to step back, taking a long, shaky breath.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that. Get dressed. I’ll change too ………….. we should sleep,” he said softly before disappearing into the bathroom.
Zara slipped into a silk camisole and shorts, her mind started spinning with multiple thoughts.
” Is he distancing himself because he thinks I still feel the same…? Is he afraid to touch me?” she thought and bit her lip, the ache of uncertainty settling in her chest. She dried her hair and laid on the bed lost in thoughts.
When Ayaan finally returned, he smiled softly and lay down beside her.
“I’m sorry,” Zara murmured and Ayaan immediately propped himself up on his elbow with concern flickering in his eyes.
“Are you avoiding me? I thought we discussed everything… I thought we fixed it,” she mumbled in a voice small and Ayaan suddenly leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.
“I would never avoid you… not even in my dreams, Zara. You’re carrying our baby, and I wasn’t sure if you were ready mentally and physically. I only wanted to give you space… to be sure that you want me as much as I want you.” he whispered and his voice grew deeper as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.
“Tell me, Zara… do you want me? Do you crave me the way you crave tamarind?” he murmured, brushing his lips along her neck while his fingers traced slow circles over her chest. Zara chuckled at the mention of tamarind and Ayaan’s eyes locked with hers, holding the same spark he used to see before everything fell apart.
“I love you, Zara… love you so much, wifey,” he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of everything he felt. His heart ached for her to say those words back though she had confessed a thousand times after he was discharged from the hospital.
“I love you, Ayaan,” she murmured and Ayaan went completely still as if he was hearing for the first time.
“Say it again, sweetheart,” he breathed and the endearment slipped out naturally.
Zara smiled softly at the nickname and her heart warmed. “I love you, Ayaan,” she whispered again.
Ayaan’s lips crashed onto hers and he kissed her deep and intimate. It was their first kiss after being months apart, a kiss that carried every ache, every fear, every longing and every tear they had held back.
“Do you feel tired or sleepy?” Ayaan murmured against her ear, his breath was warm and teasing and Zara slowly shook her head, a shiver running down her spine.
“Good, sweetheart, then let me love you.” he whispered in deep voice.
He brushed his lips along the shell of her ear and gently tugged down the strap of her camisole, his touch reverent rather than rushed. Zara’s breath hitched as his fingers traced her bare shoulder, slow and intentional, as if he was memorizing every inch of her all over again. She turned toward him, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling his heartbeat racing under her palms. Ayaan cupped her jaw tenderly and with his thumb he stroke her cheek as though she was made of something precious.
Ayaan pulled her closer, their foreheads touched, breaths mingled, an intimacy deeper than anything they had shared before. He kissed her again, slowly at first, giving her time to breathe but Zara’s arms slipped around his neck, pulling him in with a need that silenced every doubt he ever carried. Their kiss deepened, warm and hungry, months of longing melting between them.
Ayaan laid her gently beneath him, careful, mindful of her body and their baby. Every touch he placed on her skin was tender, worshipful….nothing rushed, nothing demanding. Zara gasped softly as he trailed kisses down her throat, her fingers tangled in his hair, her back arched into him.
One by one their closed kissed the floor and Ayaan looked at her, let his palm feel the warmth of her body he had missed. His lips followed his palm showering with hot kisses. Zara’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her toes rubbing together unconsciously as waves of sensation washed over her.
Ayaan paused when he reached her abdomen, his expression softened instantly. He leaned down and pressed a tender, lingering there as though the moment itself was sacred. His palm followed, tracing gentle circles over her skin like he was touching their baby through her.
He hovered over her, careful not to place the slightest weight on her body, and kissed her….
a silent thank you for being his, for choosing him again. His lips trailed down to the delicate beat of her pulse and lingered there. Zara shivered when he nibbled softly, his warmth sinking into her skin. He marked her gently, a whisper of possession, a promise of love.
Zara gasped and arched her back when his warm lips latched on to her hard buds. His tongue flicked, licked and devoured her. She felt his hardness poking at her thighs and her fingers sunk onto his back marking him. He palmed her bosoms and played with them.
” They have grown beautifully and god you were teasing me like a seductress walking around like you did nothing yet I was having a hard on looking at your fuller body. ” he said and Zara smacked his arm.
” I thought you were being so good and didn’t notice me ” she said and Ayaan clicked his tongue.
” You are my wife so why would you expect me to be good… I mean the good way of being bad with my wife. And its not like you were walking around like covered completely. We literally cuddled all night and these lovely tits were pressed against me every night. What would you expect of a pervert husband ” he said with a wink and latched on to her peaks.
Zara gasped when he tugged her peaks which were sensitive. Her core throbbed with need and both were impatient for their reunion.
Ayaan carefully wrapped her legs around his waist and with their eyes locked he thrust into her slowly little by little letting her to adjust to him since it had been a while they had been intimate.
” You feel heaven Zara, you are my home sweet heart. Do you feel us ? ” he mumbled and started moving slowly feeling them together. Zara nodded her head to his question and he leaned over and kissed her as he increased the pace earning moan through the kiss. Her fingers fisted his hair and slowly moved to his nape and to his cheeks.
Ayaan whispered her name like a prayer, every syllable filled with devotion. Zara held him close, clinging to him as if she had finally found her way home. Their breaths mingled, soft sounds escaped them and echoed faintly through the quiet room as they moved together in perfect harmony. When they finally reached the peak of their shared longing, they held on to each other like they were afraid to let go.
The night wrapped around them gently, warm and protective, as they loved each other with all the emotions they had buried for months. A quiet, intimate surrender that belonged only to them.
Ayaan stayed still as their bodies trembled, then pressed soft kisses across her face and then to her baby bump before easing to her side. His fingers brushed her cheek, then drifted to her abdomen, caressing her with a tenderness that made her heart swell.
“Are you okay, sweetheart ?” he asked softly, needing to be sure he hadn’t hurt her with the intensity of his longing. Zara smiled and shook her head, leaning in to kiss his forehead in reassurance.
Ayaan scooped her into his arms and carried her to the washroom. After they cleaned up, he carried her back to bed, settling her gently against him. Wrapped in the warmth of their love, their bare bodies tangled together as they drifted into sleep….safe, spent and completely at peace in each other’s arms.
The next morning, Ayaan woke up to find it was already nine. He glanced down at Zara, nestled comfortably in his arms, their bodies warm beneath the sheets. A soft smile tugged at his lips. He brushed a gentle kiss on her temple and his gaze lingered on her slightly swollen lips, a reminder of the night they had shared.
He placed a light peck on them, then, knowing she needed to wake for breakfast, teased her with soft kisses until her eyes fluttered open. He expected her to pull away, but instead she responded, deepening the kiss. When they finally parted, he smiled tenderly.
“Good morning, Zara. You are tempting me again, but we should stop. Let’s get ready and have breakfast. You and our babies must be hungry,” he whispered.
He tried to move but Zara pressed her head firmly against his chest despite the bump making it difficult for her and refused to let him go. With a quiet chuckle, Ayaan stroke her hair, his hand traced comforting circles along her back. He waited patiently, suppressing the pull of his own desires, until she finally lifted her head.
He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the washroom and they got ready together.
Ayaan received a call from Sameer and by the time he finished, Zara was no longer in the dining room. The home manager informed him she had gone to the garden. Ayaan shook his head with an affectionate smile and asked the maid to bring their breakfast outside.
Carrying the plate himself, he joined Zara on the swing. She opened her mouth in silent request and he began feeding her, loving how naturally she let him pamper her and how much joy it brought to them both.
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