***Slight Mature Content Ahead**

"...will it?!!..." Daksh thought to tease her a little with closing in, and not straying his eyes from her face.

"...Of course!...I mean...with your height, body weight, and athletic figure...any attire would look good on you...Mr.?!" Saṃhitā was puzzled to see him almost an inch apart from her, making her move back a little.

"...so?!...you were able to check me out...so soon!...hm?" his husky baritone only made Saṃhitā gulp with her broken reply

"...I-I am...a doctor...we can judge a person's anatomy...with our trained eyes...and judge his / her body structure...with refined knowledge..."

"...Hm?!!...wonder if I could do the same?!...but the thing is...my eyes can only judge...what they see...and right now...I can see only your bare face...and not your...bare?!!" his blunt words and mischievous eyes made the doctor in her fly out of the window and her voice got stuck for a possible comeback. 

"...um...Mr. Daksh?!...I-I..." seeing her nervousness, Daksh chuckled and backed a little with "...would you like some fruits...coz I observed that you didn't have much of your dinner...so?" saying so he went to take the little fruit bowl and placed it in front of her.

Saṃhitā first refused but when he pleaded with his lovely eyes, she managed to have some grapes.

"...careful!...they have seeds..." Saṃhitā nodded as she spitted out the seeds and placed them over the napkin. Daksh then went give her some bananas to which she thought to have only half of it, making him have the other half.

"...Milk?!..." Saṃhitā nodded when he showed the milk glass, as she sipped some and gave him the half-filled glass, Daksh drank the rest and saw that she had some droplets of milk on her moist lips.

Without warning, he rubbed them off with his thumb and saw that her hazel green eyes widened at his small act of sucking off his thumb.

He was mesmerised by them, nearing her with Saṃhitā not moving away this time. As Daksh caressed her cheeks with his back hands, whispering "...soft!..." and tried to kiss her, but she got up towards the balcony, making him chuckle. He could get a whiff of her scent. Rose.

His eyes dilated on seeing that her silhouette shined with the peeping moonlight in the dimly lit room. Her bare back with the cute flower bow blouse only enticed him more.

Saṃhitā breathed heavily when his hands traced her bare back, whispering "...warm..." and neared her earlobe, trying to hug her waist.

As he covered her from back, Saṃhitā felt the initial jolt of spark at his magical touch, making her catch hold of his hands.

The soft kiss on the earlobes melted Saṃhitā with his lone whisper "...you smell like a rose...the tender bloom of a bud, getting plucked by its gardener...*growl*...can I pluck you...my love?!"

The way he asked her only made Saṃhitā gulped her throat and tilt her head to give him access to land his wet kisses to her misty sharp shoulder bones.

His hug tightened as she felt the heat raising from her body with his mere kisses on her virgin self.

He felt the way her body beautifully reacted to his soft touches and wished to hear her moans when he would...

Thinking sinfully, he turned her with not leaving her soft self, caressing her scars with his hands asking "...it's your take...coz if I touch you with my soul?!...I am afraid I won't stop...*locking his eyes with her timid ones*...even if you want me to...so, tell me now...yes or no?..."

'...maybe he is also reluctant like me...and so he would not...'

"..." seeing her confused self, Daksh kissed her scar making her moan and moved to her neck with his wet kisses, feeling her fist tightening his shirt.

Saṃhitā tilted her head back as his kisses moved to her throat biting them, with giving her the sinful pleasure that she never imagined. Daksh had a peep of her amazing upper bosoms, as she heaved with her open mouth breaths.

Fresh blooming flower. Her sweats smelled like a tender rose, ready to be plucked by him.

"...tell me, love...yes or no!..." his growls only made Saṃhitā flicker her glossy eyes on not able to give a proper answer to his question and just let him do the unthinkable to her.

But Daksh would not move further if she did not permit him to. He had decided that he would keep his desires at bay when it came to her want for him.

They would not move further, unless either of them didn't want to.

But his kisses were only making her core tingle and pull him closer unknowingly.

Daksh backed a little to see her hooded eyes and brushed his thumbs on her moist lips whispering "...do you want to...move further...hm?...or we can just cuddle and sleep...it's all you...and no one else...just you, my love..."

Saṃhitā felt her pupils shake with his dominant self, trying to take over her shy and virgin thoughts.

'...is he like them too?...only sex in marriage?...with no trust...no loyalty...no companionship...no understanding...purely barbaric!...no!...I need to find out!!...' as her thoughts composed and not wavery away from his lust, she replied.

"...cuddle and sleep?!..." she awaited for him to show his dominance of a callous male ego on her fragile self, but what he did next only made her curious about Daksh.

He smirked with biting his lower lips, tracing her face and kissed the corner of her lips a little longer, with pampering her jawline.

Her closed eyes moved as he took his time to taste her skin to his fill, and knew that he would be really rough with her when the time comes.

It was test for her and for him. Daksh had a hint when her shy eyes turned a shade of grey, making him easily decipher what she wanted and he just gave it to her.

"...as my princess wishes..." and carried her bridal style in a jiffy and moved to the bed with her worried self. He placed her softly on the bed and pecked her forehead with "...wait for me...we will cuddle and sleep...mi casa*..."

(*mi casa - My Castle in Spanish)

His sweet call only made her nod a bit and saw his little huff with moving inside the washroom.

As Daksh glanced at his wet self in the washroom mirror, he side smiled at not able to take her soft self, so easily giving in to him.

They why did she stop?!

He could have showed her his passionate love and the way she would squirm in his hold.

As his thought swarm to a possible hint of doubting him to be an alpha egoistic male like most of their family members, Daksh rested his hands on the counter top and concluded "...so, doctor Saṃhitā wants to know if I can resist myself to fuck her...well...you don't know me, my dear...

I have waited for you...searched for you...almost *chuckles*...gave up on you...and when you are finally mine?!!...do you think I would not win over your trust?!...*chuckles*...oh my dear!!...you are making me fall for you...again and again...fine!...we will move according to you!...slow and steady...let's see if I can win you heart...mi casa!!" his eyes would darken at the sweet call that he picked for her. His Saṃhitā.

As he came out of the washroom, she had changed into her night wear of a cute nightwear in off white. 

'...killing me slowly!...fine!...' his mind was trying to not grab her and not have his way with her soft blushing self.

"...I will sleep on the right side...if you don't mind?!..." as her soft voice melted the cold businessman who smiled and nodded at her request.

He placed his hands above his chest as he slept on his side. The bed dipped a little when she finally occupied her space and moved her soft hair over the left right side to sleep comfortably.

"...Mr. Daksh?!...I hope you are a light sleeper!..." her question made him turn to her and nodded.

"...to get up early in the morning..." her words didn't make sense to him but even though he nodded in reply to get a small smile from her.

"...goodnight..."

"...sleep tight..." her chuckles only made him grin with making her comfortable.

In the morning,

As Daksh moved with the sun rays scorching his closed eyes, he could hear the distant humming of a soft voice.

Saṃhitā was drying her hair with humming a sweet song softly to not disturb her sleeping husband.

But Daksh caught her little song which played beautifully in his lonely bedroom, waking up his senses altogether.

"...good morning..." Daksh called her who smiled with a cute reply of '...'morning...' and went to apply the red vermillion on her temple.

Daksh could just admire her fresh bathed self and didn't want to get up from his relaxed pose.

"...um...we will be late...the washroom is free...you can take a bath...and come down..." as her words made the man out of his daydream, he hummed in agreement and watched her strode out of their room.

Their room. His wife. Saṃhitā Daksh.

Samksh.

He smiled to compile with his wife's request to have their first breakfast after being wedded.

As the family were happily conversing on the dining table, Daksh walked over to them and saw the way Saṃhitā was smiling with the joke cracked by Dainik.

"...good morning, everyone..." as Dharani heard her son's happy voice, she bought him his breakfast and coffee.

Saṃhitā sided her hair over to her right side and heartily had her breakfast with listening to Dharani talk about their plan to visit the temple tomorrow.

"...Aunty...surely I will come...just need to call the hospital...for the delay..." as Saṃhitā conveyed her wish, Dharani creased her brows at her making the girl worry.

"...call me Mumma...ok?!...you are not a guest here...you are my daughter...hm?" her words only made Saṃhitā feel at home and Daksh a tad jealous of his wife trying to steal his family's love.

But when he finally saw the happiness in his mother's eyes to have the daughter of her dreams, he was assured that they would surely have an unbreakable mother-daughter bond.

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