The night was quiet now, with the family retiring to their rooms after the evening's celebrations. Sidharth led Shehnaaz to their bedroom, his hand resting gently at the small of her back, a soft smile playing on his lips. The day had been long, but it was the night that held a quiet anticipation between them.

Shehnaaz went infront of mirror, and start removing her makeup and jewelry when Sidharth hug her from behind.

"Sidharth" she whispered when he nuzzle his nose in her hairs taking the fragrance of her hairs.

"Sidharth" she said this time seriously.

"Haan bolo na jaan" he look at her through.

"Mujhe abhi bhi samjh nahi aa raha wo saree jali kese?"

Sidharth make her turn towards him "chhordo na jo hua usko jaane de filhal tum mujhpar dhyaan do bass" he said huskily. She bite her lips and hug him.

There was a pause, the silence between them filled with the sound of their breathing, the unspoken connection deepening with every moment. Slowly, Sidharth rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, the warmth of his body soothing the lingering. exhaustion from the day.

He kissed her forehead softly, his lips lingering against her skin "Can you give me permission to workship you?" he whispered huskily, his breath warm against her ear.

Shehnaaz's heart fluttered at his words. She leaned into him, her cheek resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other, feeling the weight of the day fall away as the night embraced them.

Sidharth gently lifted her face to meet his gaze, his eyes searching hers. "Shehnaaz..." he began, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with vulnerability and love, "kya tum ready ho?"

Her heart raced, not out of fear, but out of a deep sense of trust and love. She nodded, her eyes shimmering with emotion "Make me yours Sidharth" she whisperd in his ear.

Sidharth's gaze softened, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. The kiss was slow, unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world. His lips moved gently against hers, and she responded with equal softness, her fingers sliding up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The world outside faded, and all that remained was the two of them, lost in the warmth of each other embrace.

As they pulled away, Sidharth smiled down at her, his thumb gently tracing her lower lip. "You are so beautiful my love" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Shehnaaz blushed under his intense gaze, her heart fluttering as he slowly undid the pleats of her saree, his fingers grazing her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He moved with a quiet reverence, as if every touch was a prayer, every moment a testament to the love he held for her.

Shehnaaz felt the fabric of her saree slide away, leaving her exposed under his gaze, but instead of feeling shy, she felt cherished. His eyes never left hers as he gently led her to the bed, laying her down with utmost care. Sidharth joined her, his touch tender, his lips trailing soft kisses along her neck, her shoulders, each touch filled with love and desire.

The night stretched on, and their connection deepened with every kiss, every touch. There was no rush, no urgency, just the two of them, taking their time to explore the love they had built over the past few months. Their movements were slow, gentle, as if they were savoring every second of this intimate moment.

"Sidharth" Shehnaaz moan, her voice breathless.

He paused, looking down at her, his expression soft.

As the night deepened, they became one, their hearts beating in sync, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. It was not just the physical act, it was the emotional bond, the trust, and the love that made this night special. They had waited for this moment, and now, it was finally theirs.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms, the moonlight casting a soft glow on their intertwined bodies. Shehnaaz rested her head on Sidharth's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

"I love you, Sidharth" she whispered, her voice filled with contentment.

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head "I love you too, Shehnaaz"

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, the night carried with it the promise of many more such moments, moments filled with love, trust, and the unbreakable bond they shared.

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The soft rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room. The silence was peaceful, save for the soft breathing of Shehnaaz, who was nestled in Sidharth's arms. The night had been intimate, an exploration of love and connection that deepened their bond, but now, the morning brought with it a new tenderness, one that came from the simple act of caring for one another.

Sidharth stirred awake first, blinking against the soft light of the morning. His arms were wrapped securely around Shehnaaz, her head resting on his chest, her dark hair splayed out in soft waves. He looked down at her, his heart swelling with a mix of love and protectiveness. The intimacy they shared the night before had not just been physical, it had been about trust, about vulnerability, about the silent promises they had made to each other.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. She looked peaceful, her face relaxed in the comfort of his embrace. Sidharth smiled softly, his fingers trailing lightly over her arm, tracing patterns on her skin. He wanted this moment to last forever,just the two of them, wrapped up in each other, away from the world.

After a few moments, Shehnaaz stirred, her eyelashes fluttering open. She looked up at him, her gaze soft and filled with affection. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"Good morning," he replied, his voice low and warm. "Kaisi ho? Are you feeling good?"

Shehnaaz smiled, her heart warmed by his concern "Thodi si tired hoon, par main theek hoon" she said, her voice gentle. She shifted slightly, her body still a little sore from the night before, but there was no discomfort, only the warmth of being close to him.

Sidharth chuckled softly "Ab tumhare liye breakfast banana padega. Tumhare liye aaj kuch special hona chahiye"

Shehnaaz laughed lightly, her face lighting up "Aap breakfast banaoge? Yeh toh dekhna padega"

"Of course" he said, his hand running up and down her back in a soothing rhythm "Lekin usse pehle... kya tumhe kuch chahiye? Water? Kuch aur?"

Shehnaaz's heart swelled at his attentiveness. He was always so gentle with her, so considerate, and it was moments like these that reminded her why she had fallen so deeply in love with him "Bas Aap" she whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his chest.

Sidharth smiled and leaned down, kissing the top of her head "Main to tumhara hi hoon Shehnaaz, tumhare liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon."

They lay in silence for a while, the weight of the previous night lingering between them in the form of gentle touches and quiet exchanges. Sidharth's fingers lightly traced patterns along her back, while Shehnaaz's hand rested on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

After a while, Sidharth gently untangled himself from her, sitting up slowly so as not to disturb the peacefulness of the moment "tum rest karo, main kuch banata hoon" he said softly, pulling the blanket over her as she curled up into it.

Shehnaaz watched him as he stood, his tall frame moving gracefully as he grabbed a shirt from the chair nearby. There was something about seeing him in this intimate, domestic moment that filled her with warmth. It was a side of him that only she got to see, the soft, tender man beneath the serious CEO exterior.

As Sidharth left the room, Shehnaaz closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the warmth of the blanket and the comfort of the bed. Her body was tired but in a good way, tired from the closeness, from the love they had shared. She smiled to herself, feeling the happiness bloom in her chest. This was what love was about, not just the grand gestures, but the small, quiet moments that followed.

Downstairs, Sidharth moved around the kitchen, preparing a simple but thoughtful breakfast for Shehnaaz. He had never been much of a cook, but today was not about perfection, it was about care. He wanted to show her that he would always be there for her, not just in the moments of passion, but in the moments after. When the world slowed down, he wanted her to know that he would be by her side, taking care of her.

He prepared some parathas, the smell of ghee filling the kitchen. He made tea for her with two extra spoon of sugar just the way she liked. When everything was ready, he plated the food carefully and brought it upstairs on a tray.

As he entered the bedroom, he found Shehnaaz sitting up in bed, her hair tousled, her eyes bright with affection as she saw him with the tray.

"Yeh kya hai? Aapne toh sach mein breakfast bana diya" she teased, her eyes twinkling.

"Of course" he said, placing the tray on the bed and sitting down beside her. "Tumhare liye special breakfast. Aaj ka din sirf tumhare comfort ke liye hai." He kissed her head.

Shehnaaz's heart melted at his words. "Aap itne ache kiu ho Sidharth."

He grinned, leaning in to kiss her softly on the cheek "Husband tu tumhara. Tumhare liye acha hona mera farz hai"

They shared the breakfast together, laughing and talking in between bites. Sidharth made sure she ate properly, serving her with his own hands, and Shehnaaz, in turn, fussed over him, making sure he had enough to eat as well.

After breakfast, they sat together, simply enjoying each other's company. There was no rush, no need to fill the silence with words. The morning was about care, care for each other's hearts, minds, and bodies. Sidharth held Shehnaaz close, his fingers gently massaging her shoulders, easing the tension from the previous night.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest girl on this earth" she whispered, resting her head against his chest "Aapke jaisa partner paana... it feels like a dream."

Sidharth smiled, kissing the top of her head "Tumse zyada perfect koi nahi ho sakta. Tumhari khushi meri khushi hai, Shehnaaz"

They stayed like that for the rest of the morning, cocooned in the warmth of their love, taking care of one another in the most simple yet meaningful way. There was no need for words, no need for grand displays. Their love was shown in every small gesture, in the way Sidharth's fingers brushed through her hair, in the way Shehnaaz leaned into his touch, in the way they simply existed together, in peace.

This was after care, the quiet aftermath of a night of love, where hearts healed, bodies rested, and souls connected in the most profound way. And in that moment, Shehnaaz knew, without a doubt, that she and Sidharth were meant to be. Through every night and every morning, through every moment of joy and hardship, they would always have each other.

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That is it for today.

Hope you all like it.

Thanks for reading ❤️.