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"Don’t you have anywhere to go today?"

"Not at all," he replied without hesitation. "Even if there was something important, I wouldn’t go. Because if anything is important to me today, it’s my wife."

"Oh, really? And what’s so special today that your wife suddenly became this important?" she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

He leaned in and whispered,

"Because today, she gave me her trust. She gave me everything, and that kind of trust… it means more to me than anything else. That’s why I’m not going anywhere, not only today, not ever, when it comes to her."

Jhankar’s eyes softened as she slowly soaked in the comfort of his words. After a few moments of silence, she looked at Vikrant and spoke gently to him.

"You’ve given me your trust too, Vikrant."

"I have," he nodded. "But your trust means more. Because in my life, nothing ever felt truly important before. I was content with the way things were. I never wanted to change, nor did I wish to change for anyone. Even when our marriage was arranged, it felt like a duty, something I had to do, nothing more. I never took it seriously. But then we met, however unexpectedly and despite everything. What became clear is that you had dreams. Big ones. Beautiful ones. Especially when it came to your partner in life. I don’t know if I fit into all the categories you imagined for your companion, but I do know this: wherever in your heart and mind you had carved a place for him, you gave me that space. And that... that means everything to me."

Jhankar felt every single emotion beyond words, turned to him, and kissed him deeply. Then she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her heart. Vikrant softly began to kiss herneck, his lips brushing gently along her skin as he whispered with a teasing edge,

"Don’t ignite the fire, love... because today, I truly don’t want to trouble you."

"And what if I say... I’m ready to be troubled?" She murmured with a mischievous smile.

"Nope… Not today... That’s not part of the plan." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"So... you're turning me down now?" She teased, raising a brow.

Vikrant looked at her with an amused smile and simply leaned in to change the subject, distracting her with soft laughter and light-hearted talk. They sat in the water for a while longer, letting the warmth ease their bodies and the silence bond their souls. After they had bathed, Jhankar wrapped herself in a towel and was about to step out to get dressed when Vikrant swept her into his arms once again. She burst into laughter, startled and delighted by the sudden move. As they entered the room, Vikrant first glanced at the door, which was locked, just as it should be.

Inside, everything was precisely how he had planned. Jhankar looked around with surprise as Vikrant gently placed her down on the soft mattress. The entire room was lit with a warm, golden glow. She noticed the candles flickering gently, their soft fragrance floating through the air. Vikrant walked over to one corner, running his hands through his damp hair before shaking his head from side to side, playfully splashing water droplets all over her. Startled, she squealed and bent forward to shield herself from the cool droplets, giggling uncontrollably. She tried to escape the sprinkle, but Vikrant only grinned wider at her reaction.

Slowly, she began to observe the details more attentively. The bedside boasted a neat arrangement of a variety of massage oils. Everything had been prepared with thought and care. That’s when it clicked: this is what he had been talking about on the phone earlier. She was about to ask him something when Vikrant reached out and placed his finger gently on her lips.

"Just relax... and enjoy," he whispered.

His words weren’t just a suggestion—they were a promise. A promise of peace, of comfort, and of a new beginning where love wasn’t rushed but experienced deeply, every moment cherished, every breath shared. Vikrant signals Jhankar to relax and lie down. She quietly follows his lead and lies down. Taking some aromatic oil in his hands, he gently rubs it between his palms to warm it, his eyes softly resting on her face as she watches him with a smile that doesn’t leave her lips. Slowly, he begins massaging her thighs, skillfully using his thumbs to relieve every ounce of tension in her muscles. Jhankar, who was already feeling quite relaxed after soaking in the warm water for a long time, now feels an even deeper sense of calm, as if Vikrant’s hands held some strange, soothing magic that melted her body instantly into serenity. Closing her eyes, she lets herself drift entirely into the fragrant atmosphere that surrounds them.

Meanwhile, Vikrant watches a muted instructional video, meticulously replicating the techniques demonstrated. He is determined not to make a single mistake; his only goal is to ensure that Jhankar feels completely relaxed. Jhankar notices everything—the effort, the dedication—and her heart swells with immense joy. After receiving a deeply relaxing massage from Vikrant, she finally opens her eyes and says with a soft but teasing firmness:

“Mr. Dhanraj, now you’ll have to listen to me…”

Vikrant immediately looks at her, slightly puzzled yet intrigued. Jhankar reaches for his hand and gently guides him to lie down, placing his trust completely in her. Vikrant gives her a small smile and starts to sit up, but she looks directly into his eyes, pours a little oil into her palms, and gently rubs it while saying in a mock pout:

“No one’s listening to me.”

Vikrant quietly places his hands behind his head and lies back, surrendering to her. Jhankar then begins massaging his well-toned body with her soft hands, each stroke seeming to stir something deep within both of them. The sensation is electric , almost intoxicating. As she watches his facial expressions shift with each movement, she tries to suppress her smile but can’t help herself. She deliberately presses her lips between her teeth, steals glances at him, and, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, pouts playfully and plants teasing kisses on him again and again.

Vikrant is clearly trying hard to maintain control, but every delicate touch of Jhankar is steadily unraveling his restraint. As she massages his thigh and slowly trails her hand upward with deliberate mischief, he instinctively grabs her hand. Jhankar meets his gaze without flinching, leans forward, and lowers her face, pressing her lips against his shaft with deliberate tenderness. For a few seconds, Vikrant seems to forget to breathe, overcome by the sheer intensity of the moment. Jhankar’s tongue moves with slow precision, her warm breath sending waves of arousal through him, she is giving him full attention. After a while, she senses his rising desire and looks up at him with a teasing smile, tracing his jawline lightly with her fingers as she softly asks, without stopping pumping.

“Are you okay, Mr. Dhanraj…?”

Vikrant, dazed with desire, simply breathes heavily, lost in the haze she’s created. Without pausing, Jhankar climbs over him, places both hands on his chest, and slowly slides his length inside her. A flicker of pain crosses her expression, but it’s quickly replaced by deep, soul-stirring joy, the joy of reconnecting in this deeply intimate, emotionally charged way. Vikrant grasps her waist, steadying her, as she begins moving slowly, rising and falling with a rhythm guided by his hands.

She is focused on his face, searching for that same look of complete satisfaction that she had missed seeing the night before. Last night, she had been so overcome with emotions that she hadn’t given him the attention he deserved. But today, she is determined to leave no space for regret. And there it is, that expression of deep, undisturbed contentment on Vikrant’s face. Seeing it fills her with a powerful, personal joy.

He pulls her into his arms with a fierce tenderness, and in that moment, they become completely wrapped in each other. Nothing else in the world matters anymore. Not time, not place, only the warmth of their bodies, the silence of their togetherness, and the love that neither of them ever wants to let go.

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Ravindra was reading the newspaper while Sharda, smiling softly, was setting the breakfast table. However, her attention was entirely on Vikrant’s room, because she was well aware that Vikrant hadn’t gone to the gym today either. Gave her a strange sense of satisfaction, as she had been noticing the increasing closeness between Vikrant and Jhankar, and nothing made her happier than seeing both of them genuinely pleased with each other. Her every expression, filled with quiet contentment, reflected that inner peace.