𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄

Chapter 41

RUDRAKSHA POV.

My phone rang, Dev's name flashing on the screen. Before Swara could be disturbed by the sound, I cut the call and lay back down beside her.

The whole night I'm laying over her not actually the whole night but— just a few hours. She was fast asleep, covered in the thick blanket. I stepped out of the tent.

It was still dark, and the chill was biting. Just a few minutes until sunrise — I wanted to witness this morning with her.

I called my secretary, and he picked up after a few rings.
“What happened, Dev?”
“Nothing. Just wanted to wake you up,” I smirked.
He hung up, and I went back inside.

Last night when she cried and opened up about her past… it melted something inside me. Family — it’s supposed to be your strength. But when family becomes your weakness… there’s no wound deeper than that.

I could feel her pain. But instead of poking her wounds, I’m trying to heal them.

I caressed her cold cheeks and gently shook her, but she whined like a baby and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.

“Don’t… I want to sleep, please,” she mumbled.

I chuckled and kissed her pouty lips.

“Wake up, my dear wifey… before I count to five. Or you’ll be liable for facing the whole family.”

“1… 2—”

Before I could count further, she opened her eyes, glared at me, slapped my chest, and said,
“You are a very bad husband! I am sore because of you. Every bone is aching, and now you don't even let me sleep. I have barely got an hour of rest!”

I just stared at her — lost in her sleepy beauty. Her pout, her messy hair… everything about her was mine.

I pulled her onto my lap, and she placed her head on my chest.

“What do I have to do to become a good husband, then?” I asked, still playing with her hair.

“Let me sleep. That’s it. After I sleep, we’ll go home.”

I smiled.
“We can’t do that, love. What will we tell them when they ask questions?”

She curled against me and sniffed my chest like a baby. Her sleep-deprived eyes looked red, but she nodded, wore her jacket, and we stepped outside.

She stood admiring the sky as it turned orange. the sun rose over the mountains, she clicked some pictures, then turned to me.

“Let’s capture our first morning after marriage picture.”

We clicked photos from different angles — she’s obsessed with perfect lighting and symmetry.

“This is the perfect morning for me,” I said.

She smiled, tucking a hand behind my neck. I swear she was glowing.

“You’re looking damn beautiful,” I said honestly.

“All thanks to you.”

“Me? Why?”

She just smirked and walked ahead, giggling.

“In Italy, Abhir’s mom used to say… when a husband loves his wife too much on the first night, her face starts glowing.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised at her boldness. She lowered her head shyly.

I tilted her chin up and whispered,
“So for your glow… do I need to make love to you every night like our first?”

“Rudra!” she blushed and ran off.