Jhanvi
I opened my eyes seeing blurry for a few seconds. But after a few blinks, the fog faded. I noticed I was in his arms—the usual way I always woke up. In his arms, all warmed up. A small smile spread across my face feeling his scent lingering on me. I moved my legs and instantly inhaled sharply. They hurt; I can't feel my legs anymore. Are they still on my body? Did someone chop my legs off? I quickly looked down, relieved to find my legs still there. Then, flashbacks of the previous night flooded in. My face quickly turned red, my cheeks already red early in the morning. I mean it's around 12 but since I'd just woken up, it's morning for me.
I looked down, watching him sleep peacefully. One arm was around my waist, the other resting just an inch inside my nightgown, making my stomach feel his hand's warmth. I gently grabbed his wrist placing it down on the bed but he quickly slid his hand back inside my nightgown. My eyes widened as my nightgown rode up my thigh, and the cold air hit me. I quickly moved closer, not wanting to lose his warmth just yet. This AC is my only enemy. Why does it have to be on every second of the day? Chalo theek hai, on rahe, par subhe subhe ese mera warmth to mat cheene. I whined mentally. Great, Jhanvi, you started whining first thing in the morning. I sighed, glancing down at him and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
He always takes care of me. Last night, when I told him he made my legs sore, I saw guilt in his eyes, and it made my heart melt. He's too sweet for his own good. How did I even get such a sweet husband like him? Thank you, Bhagwan ji, mujhe esa pati dene ke liye jo mujhe itna pyaar karte hai. I looked up at the ceiling like I was talking to God. Thank you, Bhagwan Ji, really, thank you. I looked down caressing his cheek gently. I'm really grateful to have a husband like him.
When his fingers were inside me, I felt like I saw heaven for a few seconds. I did see stars like he said he'd make me see them. I saw stars without even looking at the sky, but it felt so good. He kissed each part of my chest and stomach, the thought made me shiver, he worshipped my body with his lips, each kiss was gentle and full of love, just the thought makes my stomach twist in knots again. I closed my thighs, wincing at the soreness. But the best part was when he cleaned me off and changed me into the nightgown, he did it so carefully like I was a fragile glass that he didn't want to shatter. I can't express how much I love him, I just don't have enough words.
"I love you" I whispered. He moved closer, resting his head on my thigh, and I momentarily forgot the soreness at the cute sight in front of me. I smiled, running my fingers through his hair, then noticed the dark mark on his shoulder, that I left. My eyes widened at how dark it was, my teeth mark clear on his shoulder, it was a shade of dark, dark, red, and purple. I did? Really? Me? That hard? He must've felt so much pain. Jhanvi tujhe kuch hor nahi mila bite karne ko? Bite karna tha to biceps bite kar leti– BICEPS?! Really? I sighed. Mera kuch nahi ho sakta. Biceps zyada dard karte, par..ek din gently bite karke dekhungi but for now that mark. Does it still hurt or is it fine? I'll get some balm, if it's hurting it'll stop. Yes good idea Jhanvi, good idea.
I carefully removed his hand from my nightgown and crawled to the end of the bed. He let out a soft groan, patting the mattress, trying to find me and pull me back. I chuckled quietly, then crawled over his legs to get off the bed. I sat on the edge, mentally preparing myself to just make a run downstairs and get the balm. You got this Jhanvi—your legs can't be that sore. I stood up, yeah they can't be that soreee–my eyes widened when I felt that they buckled and I was about to fall. My legs were more sore than just sore. I was about to scream, but he grabbed my waist, yanking me back onto the bed with ease. I was lying back where I was before. He just lifted me like that, he just lifted me off the ground like that, just like that?! He's strong. Is it normal I found that...a little too hot? Yes, it's completely normal, he's my husband after all. But lifting me with one arm while half asleep sent a shiver down my spine.

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