Though Zian and Neha were recently married, they had fallen into a comfortable rhythm together, their lives woven in a way that complemented each other.

Zian, together with his brothers, now led the Oberoi family's business side with his characteristic calm and precision, steering it toward expansion with a confident hand.

Meanwhile, Neha had tried her hand at a few things, but as Zian often teased, she had the attention span of a toddler. Her parents, relieved that she'd at least completed her education, had stopped expecting her to settle into any traditional career.

Knowing her gifts lay elsewhere, Zian suggested she join the Oberois' charity organisation. Rather than dealing with finances or administrative work, he assigned her something more hands-on.

Three days a week, Neha visited palliative care homes and orphanages sponsored by the Oberoi group, spending her time cheering up the residents with her infectious charm and boundless stories.

Zian knew she could lift anyone's spirits with her words, and she eagerly embraced the chance to bring laughter and warmth to those who needed it most.

After a long day of spreading joy to those who needed it, Neha returned home, her heart full yet weary. As she curled up beside Zian on the sofa, she shared her stories from the day, her voice a comforting melody. Eventually, her words trailed off, and Zian noticed her eyelids drooping.

"Come on, sleepyhead," he said, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. "Let's get you to bed."

With gentle care, he settled her down on their soft, inviting sheets and joined her under the covers. The room was enveloped in a warm, intimate glow as he turned to her, admiring the way the light danced on her features.

"You know," Zian began, leaning closer, "you really do make people's lives brighter. Especially mine." He brushed his lips softly against her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

"I just like people. Like you—people who actually listen to all my stories." Neha chuckled, her smile sleepy but bright.

Zian grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Believe me, I am listening now." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss, savouring the sweetness of her mouth.

"Zi-Zi, I Am tired! Can't we just relax?" But Neha playfully pushed him away, giggling.

"Relaxing can be overrated," he countered, his voice low and teasing as he leaned closer again, attempting to steal another kiss.

Neha narrowed her eyes at him.

"I thought you wouldn't get romantic with me until I grew up," she taunted, recalling his words from after their very first kiss. Zian groaned, pretending to be exasperated.

"There's a limit to how long any man can wait! I have realised that you won't be getting any more mature, so I am left with no choice." He leaned in again, but she playfully turned her head away, dodging his advances.

"I am immature. Go find someone mature," Neha huffed, turning away from him, though her heart raced at the playfulness of their banter.

"Please, Neha!" Zian said dramatically, falling back on the pillows beside her. "What am I supposed to do with all this pent-up affection? It's not easy being married to someone who treats me like I am trying to catch butterflies!"

She burst into laughter at his rare show of theatrics, enjoying the attention, yet still keeping up the playful act.

"You are so dramatic! Living with me is showing its effects on you. Can't a girl just have a quiet night without being swept off her feet?"

"But I don't want a quiet night! I want some action! Just a little kiss? A cuddle? Anything!" Zian pouted, looking at her with exaggerated sorrow.

"You are really begging now, aren't you?" Neha turned back, her expression a mixture of amusement and feigned annoyance.

"Absolutely!" He exclaimed, leaning on his elbow, his gaze intense and playful. "I'll even do your chores for a month! Just one kiss, please?"

"Hmm, tempting... but what's in it for me?" She pretended to consider, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"How about I let you pick the next movie we watch? However soppy it is. And I'll make popcorn?" Zian leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Popcorn, huh?" Neha pretended to think hard. "Alright, I'll take that deal, but only if you promise to get me some yummy cheesy pizzas too."

Neha and her obsession for pizza, Zian thought with a chuckle.

"Deal!" Zian replied eagerly, closing the distance between them once more.

As she surrendered to him, their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss that quickly turned more passionate. Neha's initial reluctance melted away as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Zian deepened the kiss, his hands exploring the small of her back, pulling her flush against him.

She gasped softly against his lips, her body responding eagerly as he trailed kisses down her jawline, nipping playfully at her neck.

"See? This isn't so bad," he murmured between kisses.

"Okay, okay! You win!" Neha let out a soft giggle, her fingers tangling in his hair.

With a playful grin, Zian captured her lips again, their kisses growing fervent and filled with longing. He rolled her onto her back, his body covering hers as they tumbled into a playful, passionate embrace.

The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other, the air thick with warmth and intimacy. Neha's heart raced as Zian's hands roamed her sides, igniting a fire within her. She revelled in the way he made her feel—cherished, desired, and utterly alive.

"Zi..." she breathed, her voice a mix of playfulness and yearning as she pulled him closer, her body arching against him.

"That's more like it." He smiled against her mouth, the corners of his lips curling with satisfaction.

As their kisses grew deeper, they shared whispers of love and laughter, their bodies entwined in the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom, where the day's weariness melted away into pure bliss.

Zian's kisses travelled from her lips to her collarbone, trailing soft kisses along her skin, eliciting soft gasps and sighs from Neha as she surrendered to the waves of sensation washing over her. He knew every spot that made her shiver, and he revelled in the way she responded to him.

With each lingering touch and heated kiss, they became lost in each other, forgetting the world outside and focusing solely on the connection they shared. In those moments, nothing else mattered but the love they poured into each other, the passion igniting like a flame that could never be extinguished.

As they finally succumbed to the intimacy of their desires, the room filled with whispered promises and gentle laughter, each moment a celebration of their love—a love that was both playful and profound, a bond that would only grow stronger with time.

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