Surprise 😊 🫢

Rudaraksh stepped out of his study after a quick shower, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air. His damp hair glistened under the soft glow of the lights as he made his way to his bedroom. The moment he stepped inside, his gaze softened. Aarohi lay curled up on the bed, her chest rising and falling with every peaceful breath she took. A small smile crept onto his lips.

Closing the door with a soft click, he moved towards the bed, his steps careful, as if afraid to disturb the serenity she brought into the room. Slowly, he slipped under the covers beside her, the warmth of her presence wrapping around him like a cocoon. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

"My peace," he murmured against her skin, a whisper only meant for her ears.

As he lay beside her, his mind drifted back to the past, to the words his mother used to say—

"One day, someone will walk into your life, and their existence alone will become your peace, your heartbeat."

Back then, he never truly understood what she meant. But now, with Aarohi resting beside him, he did. She was his calm in the storm, his home, his everything.

A lone tear slipped from his eye. He never spoke about it, never let anyone see, but the truth was—he missed his mother more than anything in this world.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Aarohi, pulling her close to his chest, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her. The weight of the day, the exhaustion, the emotions—all melted away as he held her. And in that embrace, he found solace. He found sleep.

The morning sun poured into the living room, casting a golden glow over everything. Today was an important day—Aarohi’s medical reports had arrived. Aarav had gone to collect them, and now, the entire family waited with bated breath.

Rudaraksh held the report in his hands, his eyes scanning each word carefully. His jaw tightened for a brief moment before he finally spoke—

"The report says Ruhii is completely fine."

The words barely left his lips before Aarohi let out an excited squeal. She jumped with joy, her face lighting up like a child who had just been given her favorite candy.

Without a second thought, she threw her arms around Aarushi and Aarav, hugging them tightly.

Rudaraksh cleared his throat, his authoritative voice breaking through the moment of celebration.

"But she’s still weak. We need to take care of her diet."

Aarohi’s face instantly fell into a pout, her lips forming the cutest frown.

Aarohi: “Papa, I’m telling you, this doctor is doing this on purpose! I am absolutely fine!”

Aarav smirked, throwing in his usual mischief.

Aarav: "Did this doctor get their degree during the corona lockdown?"

Aarushi chuckled, rocking little Ace in her arms.

Aarushi: "That’s possible! Right, Ace?"

Rudaraksh’s patience snapped as he glared at the trio.

"Enough! All of you, be quiet."

His voice softened when he turned to Aarohi, his eyes filled with both love and authority.

"Ruhi, you will rest. Understood?"

Aarohi nodded, suppressing a giggle as the entire room erupted into laughter. After much convincing, Rudaraksh finally let her walk around, but not without hovering over her like a protective shadow.

Aarohi huffed dramatically.

"Ever since the accident, everyone is scared to even come near me!"

But then, an idea sparked in her mind. A devilish grin spread across her lips.

Evening descended upon the mansion, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and violet. Rudaraksh sat in his study, buried in work, unaware of the mischief brewing in his wife’s mind.

Meanwhile, in their bedroom, Aarohi stood before the mirror, a playful glint in her eyes. A deep black saree draped over her delicate frame, its silky folds hugging her curves perfectly. But what made her reflection even more breathtaking was the backless blouse that revealed her smooth, bare skin. The silver waist chain adorning her slender waist gleamed under the soft lighting, accentuating her beauty.

She tilted her head, admiring herself, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Aarohi: "Now let’s see how he controls himself."

Giggling softly, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.

"Rudaraksh, will you come to our room?" she asked in a sweet, innocent voice.

Rudaraksh smirked on the other end, completely unaware of the surprise waiting for him.

"At your service, my dear wife."

Aarohi’s cheeks burned as she quickly cut the call, her heart pounding.

Within seconds, the door swung open.

Rudaraksh stepped inside—and froze.

His breath hitched, his usual composed demeanor shattering in an instant.

There she stood, her back facing him, the delicate curve of her spine exposed, the silver chain resting against her soft skin. The dim lighting of the room only added to her allure, casting shadows that made her look even more irresistible.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

"Control yourself, Rudaraksh... control..." he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists.

But his voice betrayed him when he finally spoke—soft, husky, filled with unspoken desire.

"Biwi..."

Aarohi lowered her lashes, her breath uneven.

He took a slow step forward, but then stopped. His grip on his control was slipping. He knew she was still weak. She needed rest. Not this. Not yet.

Taking a deep breath, he spoke again, his voice strained, as if he was at war with himself.

"Change... before I lose my control."

Aarohi turned slightly, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.

And in that moment, she knew—he was hers, completely.

Aarohi’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she took slow, deliberate steps toward Rudaraksh, her saree trailing behind her like liquid midnight. Her soft, kohl-rimmed eyes locked onto his, challenging him, teasing him.

"What if I don’t change?" she whispered, tilting her head, her voice dripping with sweet defiance.

Rudaraksh’s smirk deepened, his sharp eyes darkening with something more intense, more primal. His arms crossed over his chest as he took a step closer, the air between them thick with electricity.

"Don’t test my patience, baby doll," he warned, his voice deep, husky—dangerous.

But Aarohi had no intention of backing down.

She reached up, looping her arms around his neck, her fingers threading through the damp strands of his hair. His scent—masculine, addictive—wrapped around her, making her head spin. Slowly, she leaned in, her lips barely brushing against the corner of his mouth before pressing a soft, lingering kiss just beside his lips.

That was all it took.

A low growl rumbled in Rudaraksh’s chest as his hands shot to her waist, pulling her flush against him. His grip was firm, possessive, as if he had been starving for her touch.

His breath fanned against her ear as he whispered, his voice rough with desire,

"I think you trust your blouse string more than you trust me."

His fingers trailed down her bare spine, sending shivers cascading through her body.

"Let me do the honor of worshiping you, my love."

Aarohi gasped softly as he tilted her chin up, his smoldering gaze searching hers for any hesitation. But all he found was longing—pure, unfiltered longing.

His lips descended upon hers, slow at first, savoring, tasting. But as she melted into him, surrendering, the kiss turned deeper, more demanding. His hands roamed over her back, tracing the delicate arch, his fingers playing with the knot of her blouse.

The silk of her saree felt cool against his rough palms as he let his fingers dance over her waist, the small chain pressing into his skin as he pulled her even closer. Aarohi let out a soft sigh, her fingers gripping his shoulders as heat coiled in her belly.

Rudaraksh lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. The moment her back met the soft mattress, he hovered over her, his eyes burning with adoration.

"Every part of you, jaan… it belongs to me," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck, igniting fire in their wake.

She arched into him, her body responding to his every touch, her breath hitching when his lips traced the delicate line of her collarbone. His fingers skimmed over the edge of her blouse, teasing, before pulling the knot loose, the fabric slipping off her shoulders like a whisper.

Her cheeks burned, but there was no space for shyness between them—not when his gaze held nothing but reverence, love, and a passion so deep it threatened to consume them both.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathed, his hands framing her face as if she was the most precious thing in his world.

Aarohi’s heart pounded, her fingers running over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart mirroring hers.

"I’m yours," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

A groan escaped his lips as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her shoulder, his hands memorizing every curve of her body. Their breaths mingled, their bodies entwined, and in that moment, nothing else existed—only love, only them.

The night stretched on, filled with whispered promises, stolen kisses, and the sound of hearts beating as one. And when sleep finally claimed them, Aarohi lay safely wrapped in his arms, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of the man who had just worshiped her like she was his entire universe.

Because to Rudaraksh—she was.

The first rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The soft morning breeze carried the scent of fresh roses from the garden, filling the air with a soothing calm.

Rudaraksh stirred awake first, his arms still wrapped protectively around Aarohi’s delicate frame. His gaze softened as he looked down at her—his beautiful wife, curled up against him, her face nuzzled into his chest, her long lashes resting against her flushed cheeks.

She looked so fragile, so small in his arms, and it made his heart clench with an overwhelming sense of love and responsibility.

A sleepy sigh left her lips as she shifted slightly, causing the blanket to slip down, exposing her bare shoulder. Rudaraksh immediately pulled it back up, tucking it around her securely.

"My baby ," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.

Carefully, Rudaraksh moved out of bed, making sure not to wake Aarohi. She looked so peaceful, her delicate features relaxed in sleep. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he slipped on his robe and padded toward the kitchen.

Within minutes, the soothing aroma of warm milk, almonds, and freshly made parathas filled the air. He took extra care in preparing her breakfast, ensuring it was light yet nutritious, just the way she liked.

As he made his way downstairs, he found Aarushi, Aarav, and Raghav already seated at the dining table, enjoying their breakfast. Aarushi looked up immediately, concern flashing in her eyes.

Aarushi: "Bhabhi maa theek hain na, Bhai?"

(Bhabhi is okay, right, Bhai?)

(Author be like: Tumhari hii kamii thii kya huwa hai bato toh Zara Rudaraksh)🫣😂

Rudaraksh gave a small, reassuring smile as he picked up two plates.

Rudaraksh: "Haan, bilkul theek hai. Bas thodi der aur so rahi hai."

(Yes, she’s completely fine. She’s just sleeping a little longer.)

Aarav smirked, taking a bite of his toast.

Aarav: "Bhai, sach sach batao, bhabhi ne uthne diya ya aap khud bhaag aaye?"

(Bhai, tell us honestly, did Bhabhi let you leave, or did you escape?)

Rudaraksh rolled his eyes but didn’t entertain his teasing. Instead, he simply said, "Main upar le ja raha hoon, woh mere saath hi khayegi."

(I’m taking breakfast upstairs; she’ll eat with me.)

Without waiting for any more teasing, he turned on his heel and walked back upstairs with their trays. His family chuckled behind him, exchanging knowing glances.

By the time he returned, Aarohi was stirring awake, stretching like a lazy kitten under the covers. She blinked up at him, her lips curving into a soft, sleepy smile.

"Good morning, Biwi," he greeted, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Aarohi yawned, rubbing her eyes like a child.

"Mmm… morning."

"No getting up," he ordered firmly, placing the tray beside her.

She frowned. "But—"

"No buts! You’re not allowed to move a single inch," he warned, scooping her up into his arms, blanket and all. She let out a small squeak as he adjusted her on his lap, cradling her as if she were made of porcelain.

She pouted, resting her head against his shoulder.

"You’re treating me like a baby."

He smirked, dipping a spoon into the warm milk before bringing it to her lips.

"Because you are my baby."

Aarohi's cheeks flushed as she took a small sip, her lips parting to protest again, but Rudaraksh was faster. He gently tapped her nose.

"No arguing, okay? You need to eat properly. You’re still weak."

She sighed dramatically but allowed him to feed her. Between every bite, he would steal small kisses—on her forehead, on her nose, even on her hands.

"You know," she muttered between bites, "I can feed myself."

Rudaraksh raised a brow. "Of course, you can. But where’s the fun in that?"

Aarohi giggled, shaking her head at his overprotectiveness. Yet, deep down, she loved it. She loved the way he cared for her, the way he treated her like she was the most precious thing in his life.

When she finished, he wiped the corner of her lips with his thumb, his eyes filled with nothing but adoration.

"I’ll always take care of you like this, jaan. Always."

Aarohi snuggled into his chest, sighing happily.

"I know. Because I’m your  jaan, right?" she teased.

Rudaraksh chuckled, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"Always."

The peaceful morning was suddenly interrupted by the shrill ring of Aarohi’s phone. She lazily reached for it, still snuggled in Rudaraksh’s arms.

"Tara?" she muttered sleepily as she answered the call.

On the other end, Tara’s excited voice rang out, "Aarohi, your exam dates are out! Check them once, okay?"

Aarohi’s eyes flew open in an instant. "WHAT?! My exams?! Oh my God! I haven’t even studied! I’m doomed!"

She shot up from the bed, panic seeping into every inch of her body. Her hands clutched her hair as she mumbled frantically, "I’m going to fail! I didn’t revise! I don’t even remember what subject I have first! I—"

"Shh… shh… relax, bachha," Rudaraksh's deep, soothing voice cut through her panic as he pulled her back into his arms. "You still have time. You will manage everything, just like you always do. And if you need help, I’m here. I’ll sit with you and make sure you don’t miss anything."

His calm, reassuring words instantly softened the storm inside her. She exhaled slowly, letting her body melt into his warmth.

"But… what if I forget everything during the exam?" she mumbled, her fingers clutching his shirt.

He chuckled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Then I’ll sit outside your exam hall with a ‘My wife is a genius’ banner to remind you just how smart you are."🫣🫢

Aarohi’s lips twitched into a small smile. "You’re impossible."

"And you’re adorable," he countered, kissing her forehead. "Now, enough of this tension. Let’s freshen up."

He stood up, stretching his arms before offering his hand to her.

"Come on, let’s take a bath."

Aarohi’s eyes widened. "What? No! I’ll go later!"

But Rudaraksh simply raised a brow, his expression unreadable. His sharp gaze swept over her, and his voice dropped into something softer, something almost hesitant.

"Did I… was I too rough last night?"

Aarohi felt heat rush to her cheeks. Memories of their passionate night flashed in her mind—his touch, his kisses, the way he completely unraveled her. He had been wild, demanding, yet so deeply worshipping.

Biting her lip, she shook her head, whispering, "No… you were just the way I like."

Rudaraksh's lips curved into a smirk, but a flicker of relief passed through his eyes. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bathroom despite her half-hearted protests.

"Then let me take care of you, baby doll."

The bathroom was filled with warm steam, the scent of lavender and musk mixing in the air. Aarohi stood before the mirror, her cheeks still flushed as she wrapped herself in a towel.

She was about to reach for the shower when strong arms snaked around her waist from behind.

"R-Rudar—" her words cut off as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Hmm?" he hummed, his breath hot against her skin, his fingers teasing the knot of her towel.

She shivered, gripping the counter. "We’re supposed to be taking a bath."

"We are," he murmured, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her against him. "But who said it has to be quick?"

Aarohi’s breath hitched as he spun her around, pressing her against the cold marble counter. His gaze burned into hers, dark with desire.

"You’re irresistible, you know that?" he rasped, his fingers trailing down her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Aarohi swallowed hard, her own hands moving up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "Then don’t resist."

That was all it took.

His lips crashed onto hers, urgent yet slow, tasting, savoring. His hands roamed over her wet skin as the water cascaded over them, their bodies molding together in the heat.

"Mine," he murmured against her lips, his voice hoarse, filled with an almost unbearable need.

"Yours," she breathed back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the glass shower wall.

The water, the heat, the soft gasps that filled the air—it was intoxicating.

And as Rudaraksh worshipped her once more, every touch, every whisper reminded her that she was not just his wife—she was his obsession, his everything.

After their passionate morning, Rudaraksh wrapped Aarohi in a soft, cozy towel, drying her gently with utmost care. His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he slipped a fresh kurti over her delicate frame, his fingers lingering at the edges as if memorizing every inch of her.

"You need to rest, baacha" he murmured, cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin.

Aarohi pouted, her brows furrowing in thought. She suddenly remembered Aarav mentioning something yesterday—Rudaraksh had an important meeting today. Yet, he showed no signs of getting ready, no urgency in his actions. Instead, he was here, completely devoted to her.

She glanced up at him, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Rudar… aren’t you going to the office?" she asked softly.

Rudaraksh, who had been tucking the blanket around her, paused and looked at her with a knowing smirk. "Not happening, Biwi."

Aarohi sighed, shaking her head at his stubbornness. She then lifted her hand, signaling him to come closer.

Raising an eyebrow, he obeyed, sitting beside her, his face just inches from hers.

"Rudar, listen… accident ke baad se aap kabhi office nahi gaye. Hum nahi chahte aapke kaam pe hamari wajah se asar pade," she whispered, her fingers brushing against his.

(Rudar, listen… ever since my accident, you haven’t gone to the office. I don’t want your work to suffer because of me.)

Rudaraksh exhaled, his fingers tightening around hers. He shook his head, his voice firm yet gentle.

"Shhh… aisa kuch nahi hai, bachha," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

(Shhh… that’s not true, baby.)

Aarohi took his hand, squeezing it. "Rudaraksh, hum thik hai ab… aur aaj toh Aarav aur Aarushi bhi ghar pe hain. Unke bhi exams hain, toh hum sab saath mein padh lenge. Aur ab hum bilkul thik hai…" she reasoned, her doe-like eyes searching his.

(Rudaraksh, I am fine now… and today, even Aarav and Aarushi are at home. They also have exams, so we’ll all study together. And I am completely okay now…)

She let her fingers trail up to his jaw, her touch feather-light, her voice turning playful yet persuasive.

"Toh aap please office jaiye. Aap na nahi karenge… hamari kasam aapko," she added, tilting her head.

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