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Abhirath pov:)   

As I stood by the bedside, looking at her peaceful form wrapped in my kurta, I felt a surge of gratitude mixed with something far more primal.

Just seeing her here, in our chamber, looking so at ease, made my heart swell with gratitude. I was determined to show her, in every way, that I wouldn’t take this second chance for granted.

Last night had rekindled a flame I hadn’t realized was still burning so intensely, a fire that seemed only to grow stronger each time I held her close.

Quietly, I slipped the duvet down, revealing her bare legs, soft and inviting.

My breath caught at the sight, and I felt my resolve strengthen: she was mine to love, cherish, and protect.

I knelt by the bedside, brushing my fingertips gently along her thigh, moving in slow, reverent strokes. 

An idea took shape in my mind, one that made a slow smile spread across my face. Leaning in, I kissed her ankle, then her calf, leaving a trail of light, lingering kisses as I worked my way up.

And slowly entering a figure in her womenhood, She stirred slightly, her lips parting as though she could sense my presence, even in sleep.

Then another figure and she mourned lightly, I smiled looking at my cute rabbit. 

She shifted, murmuring softly as my lips found the sensitive skin just above her knee. Her breathing quickened, and my heart raced in response, knowing I was awakening something deep within her, just as I intended.

“Good morning, my queen,” I whispered, my voice low and rough.

 I starting moving my figures inside her, watching her eyelids flutter open, those dark eyes meeting mine with a blend of sleep and surprise. 

She looked up at me, her gaze softening with recognition, and a small smile played on her lips.

"Abhi..." she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. 

But I didn’t let her finish, leaning in to capture her lips, my fingers still insider her. 

I kissed her with all the unspoken promises in my heart, my hand moving to cradle her cheek as I deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of love and devotion into it.

I moved fast my three fingers inside her, and listening to her sleepy voice mourning I felt goesboomes all over my skin.

"ABHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she mourned releasing on my fingers and I kissed her cheeks.

As I pulled back, she looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with emotions I could only hope to keep evoking. “Last night wasn’t just a promise, Vedanti,” I said softly, stroking her cheek. “Every day, every moment, I’ll prove to you that I’m the man you deserve.”

She wrapped her arms around me, drawing me down onto the bed, her lips finding mine in a kiss that was as fierce as it was tender. The love between us felt powerful and consuming, as though we were bound by something more significant than either of us could name.

“Then make me yours, Abhi,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding, and her hands tangling in my hair as I leaned down, pressing myself against her, giving in to the desire that only she could ignite.

Her words, soft but unyielding, sent a thrill through me that I could feel in every fiber of my being. I held her gaze, the raw desire in her eyes making my pulse thunder. 

"So wet for me " I said touching her womanhood with my manhood.

Each touch, each whispered breath, felt like a promise—a vow that only she could draw from me.

''abhii please...'' she moaned begging. 

My hand drifted from her cheek down her neck, fingertips mapping the softness of her skin as they traced her collarbone and paused over her heart. Feeling the steady rhythm beneath my palm, I realized she was the pulse that kept me alive, the breath that steadied me.

"your wish is my command my queen" saying I gently entered her.

As I brushed my lips down her neck, she arched into me, her hands clutching at my shoulders. The scent of her skin, warm and intoxicating, filled my senses, urging me closer. 

She murmured my name again, softer this time, as I ran my fingers down her arm, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

"Abhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"

I gently caressing her cheek asking, "How do you feel? should I move."

Vedanti sighing with a smile, "A bit tired, but... I feel so connected to you right now. you can move my love."

"Vedanti," I whispered, my voice filled with a depth that surprised even me. "Every moment, every breath—it's yours. You've always been my reason."

I moved gently caring her cheeks.

She looked up at me, her eyes misty, and she reached up to touch my face, her thumb tracing along my jaw. “Then don’t hold back,” she said softly, and the vulnerability in her gaze undid me completely.

vedanti close her eyes feeling the sensation as I is sucking her Boob and moving slowly with each thrust.

Ahhhhhhhh

"Faster Abhi...'' she said as pleasure started building in her stomach.

"You look so beautiful under me my queen" I said sucking her nipple and moving faster.

"Only for you abhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" she mourned saying.

"That my girl,'' I kissed her deeply moving my tongue inside her mouth exploring every corner of her mouth and she could fell all of my length inside her womanhood.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she mourned loudly.

My restraint fell away, replaced by the consuming need to make her feel cherished, adored, every inch of her claimed and known.

 I took my time, savoring every response, every soft sigh that escaped her lips as my touch traveled over her. 

She was mine, and in that moment, there was no kingdom, no responsibility, just us—two souls bound together by something deeper than words.

As we lay entwined, I felt a peace settle over me

''abhi faster I am going to cum,'' as she said that I started moving in beast speed gently pressing her nipple with my both hands.

"me too love me too" I said mourning.

"Abhi I '' she could not complete the sentence as both of us released.

she mourned as she felt hot there "ummmmmmmm."

As I prepared for court, I took a moment to watch Vedanti, she slept again my queen, I murmured kissing her cheeks.

I had already arranged for special things to make her day easier—a day of pampering, relaxation, and every small luxury I knew would bring her joy.

The kids were safely with their grandparents, visiting our temples, giving Vedanti time to truly rest.

Before heading to court, I carefully arranged the bath for her, filling it with delicate rose petals and a blend of her favorite oils that left a subtle, calming scent.

I wanted her to wake up surrounded by the warmth and comfort she deserved, with nothing to worry about.

Finally, I took one last look at her, whispering a silent vow to myself. This time, I would be everything she needed—a true partner, a devoted husband, and the man worthy of her unwavering love.

Entering the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight of my beautiful queen, flushed and focused, her long hair tied in a bun as she stirred a pot of dal. She was covered in a delicate sheen of sweat, her cheeks slightly pink from the heat.

Unable to resist, I slipped my arms around her from behind, pulling her into a gentle backhug. She jumped a little, scolding, “Abhi! You ruined my surprise!”

I turned her toward me, cupping her flushed cheeks. "My love," I said, letting my lips brush over her forehead, "I love that you're putting so much effort into making something for me, but I don't want you exhausting yourself.” I leaned in and kissed her nose softly.

She pouted, crossing her arms. "You’re just saying that because I don’t know how to cook. But I’m following the recipe exactly this time, and I promise it’ll be delicious," she said, her eyes wide with determination.

I leaned in close, my voice low and husky. “Even if you handed me a glass of water, it would feel like a blessing, my queen. But I can’t stand seeing you so tired.”

Unfazed, she turned back to her cooking, stubbornly continuing, and I couldn’t help but smile at her resolve.

I tightened my arms around her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. Her pout softened, but the determined glint in her eyes remained.

"Abhi, I want to do this. Just for you," she whispered, her voice laced with a vulnerability that only made me fall deeper. I brushed my thumb along her cheek, unable to resist that look. She had no idea how much she affected me, how every little thing she did made me want her more.

“Alright, but let me be by your side, even here,” I murmured, nuzzling against her neck, feeling her breath hitch. Her skin was warm, scented with a faint trace of sandalwood, sweat, and something entirely her.

She laughed softly, and I could feel her resolve melt just a little. "If you keep distracting me, this dal will burn, and then you’ll have to eat my cooking, charred and all."

“Then let it burn,” I murmured against her ear, my voice dropping to a husky tone as I ran my fingers over the back of her neck. "For me, you’ll always be perfect, dal or no dal."

After a while, she proudly presented me with a plat filled with all my favorite food, her eyes shining with anticipation.

 As I tasted it, the warmth of her love and effort filled each bite. True to my promise, I told her, “This is pure heaven. No one could ever make something as perfect as you have.” I held her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, savoring the softness of her skin. She blushed, reaching for the bowl to taste it herself, but I playfully pulled it away, feigning greed.

“No, this is mine, and I’m not sharing,” I teased, quickly devouring each bite as she watched with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

I met her eyes, feeling every inch of my heart swell with admiration and love for the woman before me.

This moment, this stolen intimacy between us in the quiet of the kitchen, was more intoxicating than anything I could ever imagine. 

I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her flush against me. She looked up at me, her wide eyes holding that familiar spark, the one that reminded me why I was willing to face anything in this life, even the darkest nights, just to see her smile.

"My queen," I murmured, my voice rough with emotions that words alone couldn’t capture. "You give me more than any victory or kingdom ever could. I am forever in awe of you."

Her cheeks flushed, and I could feel her heart pounding against me, a sweet rhythm that matched my own. Her lips parted as if to say something, but I couldn’t wait.

I closed the distance, kissing her softly yet with a fervor I hadn’t shown before—a hunger only she could satiate. She melted into my arms, her fingers tracing the edges of my face, and it felt as if time had slowed, every second with her more precious than the last.

When we finally parted, breathless and dazed, she whispered, "Abhi, promise me this moment will last forever."

I brushed a thumb over her cheek, smiling softly. "Forever wouldn’t be enough, my love," I replied, sealing that vow with another kiss.

In that dimly lit kitchen, the scent of spices surrounding us, I knew I’d found my home—not in the palace, not in my power, but here, in her arms. As the world outside continued in its chaos, we were wrapped in a timeless love, an unbreakable bond that neither distance nor danger could sever.

The entire world could fade, and I’d still find my heaven here, with her.

-THE END -

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