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Shraddha's pov!

Everything was new for me. And I was enjoying every single second of it. It has been a week since the marriage.

And all these days, Dhruv was with me every second of the day. Building a home together.

I felt my heart overflowing with emotions. This was everything I dreamed of in my life. A dream I never thought would come true.

And here I am, in my own home, with someone to call mine.

My husband! Dhruv Khuranna..

Just thinking about that made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't fully believe it sometimes. He was powerful, intense, and so different from anyone I had ever known. But over the past week, I had seen a side of him that wasn't just fierce or ruthless. I had seen his kindness, his care, the way he wanted to make me feel safe. He was my protector, even when I didn't ask for it.

But beneath all that, there was still a lingering nervousness in my chest. The kind that made my hands tremble ever so slightly whenever we were alone in the same room. Dhruv and I were still getting to know each other, still figuring out how to navigate this life together.

I wanted to trust him completely, to open up my heart to him in every way. And yet, there was a quiet part of me that felt overwhelmed, like I was standing on the edge of something I wasn't fully ready to face.

Tonight, as I wiped down the counters and heard Dhruv moving around in the living room, I felt that familiar flutter of anxiety. The weight of this new reality—sharing a home, sharing a life, sharing a bed—pressed down on me in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Shraddha.." Dhruv called out for me from the living room. I wiped my wet hands and switched off the kitchen lights before walking towards him.

"Yes, Dhruv?" I asked as I sat next to him. He had his eyes fixed on his laptop.

"It's been a while since I have been away from the office, Shraddha. I will be going to the office starting tomorrow. And since we are a bit far from the city, I will have to start early." Dhruv said and I felt a dullness engulfing me thinking about the lone hours ahead of me.

Ever since I have turned into a legal age, I have been working. Even when I was doing my degree, I have been doing part time jobs too during the free hours. Now the free time seems daunting.

"I will try to come early, Shraddha." Dhruv said, as though understanding my turmoil.

I tried to paste a smile on my face, but my heart was plummeting at the thought of being alone. What I hate the most in my life is being alone.

"It's okay, Dhruv. I understand. It's just that I've gotten so used to having you around all the time." I said, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.

As Dhruv nodded, I couldn't help but think about my own future. I had always been independent, working hard to achieve my goals. But now, with marriage, I was faced with a new set of decisions. Should I focus on getting a job in this new city, or should I pursue a postgraduate degree?

The thought of being alone in a strange place, without a job or anything particular to do, made me feel a pang of anxiety.

"Are you okay, Shraddha?" Dhruv asked, noticing the shift in my mood.

"I am fine. Just thinking about... everything.." I said, forcing a smile.

I couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. This new life was filled with endless possibilities, but it was also a bit overwhelming. I know I have to be brave, to embrace the unknown. But for now, I was content to simply enjoy the present moment, the warmth of Dhruv's presence, and the comfort of our shared home.

But was that enough?

As we retired for the night, Dhruv wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer.

As Dhruv's arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer, I couldn't help but let my gaze wander around our bedroom. It had taken us a week to make it our own, to transform this once empty room into a space that felt cosy and warm. In the centre stood a king-sized bed, adorned with fluffy pillows and comfort blankets that invited us in at the end of each day.

Dhruv had taken the time to frame our wedding photographs and other casual photographs and hang them on the wall. Seeing those moments captured—the brief smiles, the nervous glances, and the stolen looks we exchanged—made my heart swell. The soft lighting, the subtle decor, and those pictures gave the room a touch of warmth and intimacy.

This room, our room, was beautiful. Cozy in a way that made me feel like I could finally exhale, like I could truly be at peace here.

"What are you thinking about?" Dhruv's voice broke through my thoughts, low and husky, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he nuzzled his nose against it. A shudder ran through me, his touch electrifying in the quiet of the night.

I felt my body react to him, the way it always did. Over the past week, our kisses had been intense, filled with passion and urgency. They were always enough to leave me breathless, craving more. Though we hadn't gone further than those stolen moments of kisses and sensuous touches, every touch from Dhruv made my heart race and my skin burn with anticipation.

I flexed my neck instinctively, giving him more access as his lips trailed gently down to my collarbone.

"Just... enjoying the beauty of our room," I murmured, my voice shaky, with the emotion stirring inside me.

Dhruv hummed softly, his lips curving into a smile against my skin.

"It's beautiful," he agreed, his breath warm against my neck, sending a rush of heat through me.

His hand found its way to my waist, pulling me even closer as his lips moved over my skin, slow and deliberate. My heart pounded in my chest, and I bit my lip to stop the sigh that threatened to escape.

I turned my face toward him, meeting his eyes, dark with desire. There was something about the way Dhruv always looked at me that made my pulse quicken. His gaze was intense, yet tender, as if he was holding back just enough to let me lead. His thumb brushed gently over my lower lip, and I instinctively leaned into his touch.

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine, soft yet demanding. His kiss sent a wave of warmth rushing through me, as his hands trailed up my sides, teasing and gentle. Every touch ignited something deep within me, and I kissed him back, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

His hand slipped under the thin fabric of my nightwear shirt, his fingertips brushing against my skin in a way that made my breath hitch. I could feel the tension between us building, the unspoken desire hanging in the air. The sensation was new, foreign, but thrilling in every way.

Dhruv broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing heavily.

"You make me crazy, Shraddha," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

I smiled, feeling a surge of boldness as I ran my hands over his chest.

"You make me feel things I have never felt before," I admitted, my voice trembling with both excitement and nerves.

He kissed me again, this time slower, more deliberate. As his lips found mine once more, I let myself get lost in the moment, in the way his body pressed against mine, in the way his touch made my heart race. We weren't in any rush. We had time—time to explore, time to understand this new world we were creating together.

And for now, that was more than enough.

A/n

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