Aryamann's pov!

"We want a puppy." Abhi demanded adamantly and looked at me with his hands folded across his chest.

Sammy stood next to his brother, adopting a similar stance.

I huffed in annoyance.

Stubborn brats.

"I said no, Abhi. You two are too young for a puppy." I said sternly.

"Zahir said they got the puppy when they were three." Sammy said and I rolled my eyes.

Ever since they saw the puppies and kitten with the Ahmed triplets, they are stubborn to have a puppy for themselves.

"They got it wrong. They got the puppies just a year ago." I said.

"No. They got it long back." Abhi argued.

"No means no, Abhi." I said in a no nonsense tone.

Their lips jutted out indicating a cry on the way.

God!

What am I going to do with these two?

"Puppies are a big responsibility for boys. You will have to look after them. You have to make sure they don't create much mess. You have to take care of their potty training. You have to take them for a walk. Having a puppy is no child's play." I said.

They stared at me stubbornly, with their hands folded against their chest.

Haa! Who am I talking sense into.

I looked at Bhumi for help, but one look at her and I knew I was not going to get any help.

"What?" I asked warily.

"I miss my Milo." Bhumi said and I groaned out loud.

I might have won against the boys, but Bhumi too seemed to join their team.

"Who is Milo?" Abhi asked curiously.

"Milo was mommy's puppy. It died a year ago." Bhumi said and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

When she left to protect her babies from me, she had to leave Milo behind. And when she came back, Milo was no more.

Okay! I lost! They won.

"Mommy had a puppy?" Sammy asked in wonder.

"Yes. A cute little puppy. His name was Milo. He used to cuddle with me at night." Bhumi said.

"I also want a puppy and I want to cuddle it when I sleep." Sammy said.

"Abhi too," Abhi added.

And the three of them turned their adorable puppy faces on me.

Needless to say, I melted like a puddle.

This weapon of theirs. It's going to be my death one day.

"Fine. We will get a puppy. But you should follow all my instructions. Else, the puppy goes back to where it came from." I said and the three of them grinned.

All three ran to me and hugged me.

"Daddy is the best." Bhumi said.

"Daddy is the best," the boys chorused.

"Can we go now? Can we go now?" Abhi asked, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Not now. Let me find the best pet shop in the city. We will go then." I said.

"We can go looking around and find out." Sammy offered.

"Oh no sweetie. Since daddy is the best, daddy will find the best pet shop. Now off you go to the bed," I said cheekily.

"Abhi no sleepy," Abhi said adamantly.

"Sammy no sleepy," Sammy added.

"If you don't sleep on time, then there will be no puppy." I said and they both rushed to their room.

"Brush your teeth first," Bhumi called out as she followed them to their room.

I watched Bhumi help them brush their teeth and get them into their identical night suits.

"Can we sleep with mommy and daddy today?" Abhi asked.

"What? No!" I said in horror. It was a reflexive answer.

Bhumi sent a reproachful look my way and the boys pouted.

"Uh! I mean, there is not enough space for the four of us on the bed." I said with a sweet smile.

"Can we buy a big bed when we go to the new house?" Sammy asked sweetly.

"Yes, we will think about it." I said and helped them into the bed and covered them with a duvet.

Bhumi laid next to them and read their favourite Peter Pan story.

By now, the story must be by heart for them.

Soon they fell asleep and Bhumi stood up after dropping a kiss on their head.

We sat on the living room couch, with my hands over her shoulder, and her head on mine.

"Shall we watch something on Netflix?" Bhumi asked.

"Yeah sure. Anything other than The Vampire Diaries and Originals." I said and she made a face.

"Okay. Let me play Legacies then." She said with a smirk and I nodded.

Why is she smirking? I shrugged it off.

I am not much into series or movies. I am okay as long as she wouldn't be drooling over that Morgan guy or the Somerhalder.

"Do you mind if I play a random episode?" She asked.

"No. Play whatever you want." I shrugged, because I wouldn't be watching the show anyway.

I would be looking at her expressions while she watches the show.

It's much more entertaining than any other show.

"Man!! He is so hot." Bhumi exclaimed half way through the episode.

I looked at the screen and frowned seeing the Morgan guy there.

Damn! Another show of his.

And he has the same name too. What the!

"Why does he have the same name in all the shows?" I asked.

"This is the spin off of the other show." She said with a stupid grin on her face.

"Damn you, Bhumi. I would be damned if I sat and watched you drool over that Morgan guy." I growled and she laughed it off.

"There's nothing you can do about it. Jo Mo is my one true love," she said dreamily, making a scowl appear on my face.

"Then who the hell am I?" I asked furiously.

"You are my baby daddy," she said, effectively pissing me off.

"What the f*ck." I cursed loudly.

"Yeah, f*ck buddy too," she added cheekily.

"Really Basu. Then let me just do my job," I growled and pulled her against me.

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Third person's pov!

******Mature content ahead.. Skip the remaining chapter if you are uncomfortable.****

Bhumi was taken aback when he pulled her against him like that.

She was quite enjoying making him jealous over a celebrity.

"Aryamann," she whispered as she felt his hot breath fanning against her face.

"F*ck buddy, isn't it?" He asked huskily, before slamming his lips against hers.

It was hard and passionate. His lips worked efficiently against hers, moulding perfectly against each other. He pinched lightly on her waist and she gasped. He took advantage of it and probed his tongue in, tasting every corner of her mouth.

The kiss, the feel of her mouth under his, made his blood pound.

He couldn't remember ever feeling a hunger this deep for any other women. Ever.

But then he had never been in love before too.

The combination of love and lust is too powerful.

"Aryamann," she gave a sweet breathless cry.

He kissed her again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth.

He rolled her skirt up her thighs and he slid his hand under it, over the warmth of her skin.

She gasped.

"Wait," she whispered, but he couldn't wait, he had to at least do this. God, yes, do this, put his hand between her thighs, lay his palm over her silk thong ...

Goodness! She was wearing silk!

She moaned, dug her hands into his hair and he shoved the thong aside, stroked her.

She made high, incoherent little cries.

He could feel his muscles tensing.

If he didn't stop now, it would be too late.

Living room is not the place for this when you live with two little devils in the house.

One last quick kiss. Then he stepped down from the couch and gathered her into his arms, capturing her mouth with his as he carried her to their bedroom.

He set her on her feet and locked the bedroom door.

The feel of his aroused member against her. The promise of all that masculine power. The insistent demand for it. It made her feel dizzy with pleasure.

His mouth was on her breasts now. He nipped lightly at her nipples through the fabric of her dress and they hardened into pebbles.

Her breasts ached.

There was an ache low, low in her belly, too.

And she was wet. Wet and hot.

She whimpered as he pushed down the bodice of the dress; his lips closed around one nipple but the silk of her bra was between her flesh and his mouth. The feel of his lips and teeth on her wasn't enough.

It was too much.

How could it be both?

He clasped her shoulders. Turned her gently so that her back was to him. Her hair had come undone and he nuzzled it aside, kissed the nape of her neck, nipped the flesh, soothed the small, sweet torment with a stroke of his tongue.

"Oh Aryamann," she whimpered as he kissed his way down her spine.

His gaze moved over her. Slowly, so slowly it made her skin tingle. She felt that tingle in her breasts, her pelvis, her legs.

His eyes lifted. Met hers.

He ran his hand lightly over her, from her lips to throat to her breasts, from her breasts to her belly, her belly to the vee of her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Aryamann," she said in an unsteady whisper.

His eyes were almost black with hunger as he reached around her, undid her bra, let it drop to the floor.

"Beautiful," he whispered, and then his mouth was on her flesh, her breasts, her nipples.

She was coming apart, coming apart, as she sobbed his name again.

"Bhumi. Spread your legs for me."

The words, the way he said them, sent an arrow of longing through her.

"Baby. Spread your legs."

Was it a request? Or was it a command?

She didn't mind either way.

He kissed her again.

Heart pounding, she did what he'd asked.

He said something, low and hot with urgency. She couldn't understand the words but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

Still, she wasn't prepared for what happened next, the way he cupped her, the way it felt to know that the heat burning between her legs was now burning his palm.

A high, peeling sob of almost unbearable pleasure broke from her throat. She swayed. He scooped her into his arms, and she buried her face in the hard curve where his throat and shoulder joined, inhaling the scents of sex, soap and man.

She'd never understood that thing about women liking the smell of male sweat. She knew some of them did, it was a well-researched fact, but it had never made sense until she met Aryamann, she thought as she drew the masculine scent of him inside her with every breath.

He carried her to the bed, stopped beside it and put her down slowly, very slowly, her body sliding against his.

He kissed her.

Sweet, light whispers of his lips on hers that gradually grew deep and hungry until her head was tilted back, her face was raised to his, his hands were deep in the tumble of her hair as he held her.

They were both gasping for air, their breath mingling.

He kissed her eyes, her mouth. When he swept his fingers over her nipples, she shimmered with heat. When his mouth followed the path his fingers had taken, she moaned.

"Hold on to me," he said gruffly.

She put her hands on his shoulders. He drew the thong to her ankles.

"Lift your foot," he said.

She did.

She would do anything he asked, anything, anything ...

His mouth was at the delicate curls that guarded her womanhood. His fingers, gently opening her to him. His tongue, licking, teasing.

She tangled her fingers in his hair. Her head fell back. She moaned. Something was happening to her. She was trembling. She was coming apart.

The orgasm took her by surprise.

She screamed. Screamed again. Started to fall, but he caught her and took her down to the bed with him.

"Now," she heard herself plead.

In a swift move, he thrusted into her and hit her core. He plunged deeper.

Bhumi cried out as a wave of sensation swept her up, lifting her higher than the night, than the stars.

A/N

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