Page 203 of Lawfully Yours

“Who would’ve thought…” she whispered sleepily, tracing circles over his skin, “we were once heading for divorce.”

His arms tightened around her instantly.

“Thank god we didn’t,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to her hairline. “I would’ve lost the best thing that ever came into my life.”

She looked up at him with soft eyes.

“I’m so fortunate, Aru.” He brushed his thumb along her lower lip. “That I get to love you every day… fight with you every other day… come home to you every night… and raise our little lawyer together.”

Her heart melted into his palm. “Forever yours, Mr. Nair.”

“Lawfully yours, Mrs. Nair,” he corrected, kissing her forehead. “In every way that matters.”

He was right, she thought as she rested her cheek against his heart.

Lawfully yours.

The term suited them too perfectly.

They had started as lawyers…two brilliant, fiery minds practising law, then bound by the law into marriage. They fought stubbornly through the law to separate. And somehow, in the strangest turn of fate, they had found their way back through it again…not just as husband and wife, but as partners, as soulmates.

Even Amaira carried the legacy. She was born with the law in her veins, sharp enough already to defend her cookie rights and win.

Arundhati snuggled closer, her leg hooking over his as if she needed that last bit of warmth to complete her, while ran a slow hand down her spine, tracing lazy, soothing patterns.

“Tomorrow is Amaira’s parents’ teachers meeting,” she murmured softly.

He grinned, instantly remembering exactly how those meetings usually unfolded. His wife barely looked at the report card. She was far more invested in scanning the room to see which teacher or parent dared to throw appreciative glances at her husband. Her jealousy spiked adorably every single time.

Of course, he wasn’t any better. The moment she worked with a ridiculously good-looking client or some smooth-talking father in the waiting area, his own possessiveness rose like clockwork.

But the truth was simple. One look between them, just one steady glance across the room, and everything else faded.

They always found each other.

They always remembered what they had fought through.

And they always came out stronger, no matter how many eyes lingered or how many misunderstandings tried to get in the way.

By the time his thoughts drifted back, she was already speaking again, half mumbling into his skin.

“So tomorrow, wear the black shirt. I’ll iron it for you in the morning and—”

Before she could finish listing her instructions, Kushal rolled and scooped her into his arms in one smooth motion.

“Kushal! It’s late,” she gasped.

“You think I can sleep now?” he murmured, lowering his forehead to hers, “When my wife is in my arms, plotting my wardrobe, and looking like she wants to kiss me senseless?”

Her breath hitched at the tone.

“Honestly, even I’m not done loving you,” she whispered, brushing her lips over his. “Not even close.”

“That’s like my wife.” Her fingers slid up his neck as he kissed her again, going for a round two.

Outside, the city glimmered beneath the moonlight.

Inside, the couple curled into each other, in love, which hadn’t dimmed even after all these years. In fact, it had only deepened, expanding in ways neither had imagined.

A couple who once stood on opposite sides of the law, opposite sides of a marriage, now stood on the same side of everything…life, love, parenthood, victories, mistakes, and every tomorrow that waited for them.

The End