by P. G. Van
“That was nice… very sweet.” She smiled.
“I’ll do anything for you as long I see that spark of happiness in your eyes.” He nuzzled her cheek.
“Why do you send me flowers every day?”
Dheeraj smiled. “Do you not like them?”
“I love them, and I enjoy the messages. Do you, do you write—”
“I text the message to them first thing in the morning.” He smiled.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I just want to.”
“Will I get flowers every day?” She bit her lip.
He nodded. “Unless you don’t want them.”
“I want them, they make me so happy. I had lost all hope of a happy life. I was going to abandon…” Her words were lost when he lowered his lips to kiss her sucking her lips like he was taking away all the pain from her.
“Sweetheart, enough with the tears.”
“Dheeraj, why… how do you know what makes me happy?” She pulled back to look at him.
Dheeraj smiled. “I don’t… I just go with my heart.”
“I love you,” she sobbed.
“Anjali, it hurts me when you cry.”
“I love it when you call me Anjali.” She sniffled.
“If you are done shedding tears, we can eat dessert.” He led her back to the patio chairs in the balcony and settled down.
Anjali’s looked at the yard she had looked at hundreds of times, but it looked different that night. “It’s so beautiful, should we take a walk?”
“Do you want to go now or after dessert?”
“Now, let’s go.” She stood up and walked over to where he sat and held out her hand.
Dheeraj took her hand in his and took the back of her hand to his lips, looking up at her.
“Let’s go,” she urged, feeling the heat creep up to her cheeks.
Dheeraj stood up and followed her out of the house into the backyard, his arm around her waist.
Chapter 16
Anjali hugged his arm as they walked out into the open grounds. “Do you want to go up the slope?”
Dheeraj chuckled. “Not running with you.”
She laughed remembering the first and last time they ran up the slope. “We are walking,” she said coyly.
“Sure, if that’s what you want.”
They walked up the slope along the running path in silence, each of them aware of their need to hold each other closely. Dheeraj stopped halfway up the small hill as if to enjoy the beauty of the city in the night lights.
“It’s beautiful here.” Anjali smiled looking at the bright lights.
She let out a surprised gasp when she felt him hug her from behind. “Why are you so quiet? What are you thinking about?”
Anjali placed her hands over his arms that crossed over her belly. “What does this mean for us? Where do we go from here?”
Dheeraj nuzzled the nape of her neck and ran his lips over her shoulder from the back. “We went backward but landed at the right place.”
Anjali turned in his arms to look up at him. “What does that mean?”
“You are my wife and the mother of our child. Are you okay with that?” His voice was soft.
“I love that. I… I never expected this would happen.”
Dheeraj chuckled. “Trust me, it was the last thing I expected, but it didn’t take me long to realize how much I wanted you in my life.”
“I didn’t want to accept my feelings. I thought…” He swallowed her words as he claimed her mouth.
Dheeraj pulled back from the kiss and planted butterfly kisses along her jawline. “I promise to love and cherish you.”
“I still can’t believe this…” She laughed, fighting back happy tears.
“I want you to be mine, forget about the contract. I am yours, Inara is yours, every bit of happiness I can give you and our daughter, I will make it happen.” His voice was hoarse.
“I know I shouldn’t have doubted or questioned what we had and after what you did for me. I… I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”
“Make me the luckiest man, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing his stubble along her cheek making her squeal. Anjali hugged him never wanting to let him go. She felt complete, something she did not know how it felt until that moment.
Dheeraj held her to him lost in thought. The feeling of family that he had never thought he would have was his. He thought he had lost everything when his sister passed away, but he was the richest man in the world now, and he would get old and richer with Anjali and Inara in his life.
“I want another baby,” he whispered, his breath hot on her cheek.
Anjali laughed and pushed him away from her. “What? Now? Inara is only five months old.”
“She’ll need a companion to play with.” Dheeraj took a step forward, and Anjali took a step back, smiling.
“I want more time with Inara. She needs a bit more attention before…”
Dheeraj moved briskly pulling her to him, his mouth descending on hers. “I love you.”
Anjali moaned into his mouth as he delved into her warm depths. She opened up for him as her eyes rolled shut, and she poured everything into the kiss. The warmth that enveloped her, she wanted it forever. She let out a surprised gasp when he pulled back suddenly. Her eyes had trouble opening, and that’s when she realized they were under a downpour.
“It’s raining!” She laughed.
“Let’s go,” Dheeraj said taking her hand in his and leading them down the muddy slope, across the grounds, splashing on the puddles as they made their way back into the house. Dheeraj pushed open the back door that led into the kitchen and held the door open for her.
“No, Dheeraj, we’ll make a mess,” she objected but was no match to his strength as he pulled her to him and shut the door behind him. She laughed when he pulled her into a kiss in the middle of the kitchen.
“You are such a hot mess. I can’t keep my hands off you.” His voice was hoarse against her lips, making her inner core clench in anticipation.
Dheeraj pulled back to look at her and lowered himself to throw her over his shoulder making her squeal.
“Put me down,” she said, gently driving her fists into his back as he carried her up the stairs into the master bedroom.
Dheeraj wanted her and was not going to wait another moment to claim every inch of her— body and soul. He carried her past the bedroom into the bathroom ignoring her whines to put her down and placed her feet on the floor of the massive shower stall. He turned on the shower and pulled her into his arms and held her to him taking in the moment as warm water rolled down their heated bodies.
Anjali was in a state of bliss, strong arms holding her securely. There was no other place she wanted to be at that moment. “Dheeraj…”
He pulled back to look at her through a steady stream of water, and the hunger she saw in his eyes made her want to be destroyed by his need.
“Baby, I want you so bad, it scares me.”
“Take me… I’ve been yours for a long time, and I want…” Her words were lost in a gasp when she heard the ripping noise from the silk blouse she had on, and as if in response to his action, she grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head.
Their lips melded together faster than their clothes hit the wet floor, and this time, there was no tenderness in the kiss, and she didn’t ask for any. His hands were rough on her soft curves, but that only made her want more. She gripped his hair when he let go of her lips, nipping her skin as he moved south.
Anjali groaned in pleasure when he sucked in the tender flesh of her breast before pushing aside her bra cups to claim the pebbled nipples. He pushed her back into the wall of the shower as he sucked on her making her squirm in pleasure.
“I need you, Dheeraj.”
“I need you more,” he growled, taking one hand to her throbbing, hot core, making her moan.
Anjali’s eyes rolled shut when she felt his fingers push aside the damp material of her panties to
explore her throbbing depths. His mouth found hers as he delved deeper into her darkness, the pad of his thumb caressing her drenched clit. Her inner walls clenched when she felt two fingers enter a space no one has ever entered, and as if in reaction to her slight wince, his lips went stiff against her lips.
“Baby… you are untouched.” His voice was gravelly.
Anjali opened her eyes and looked at him through a haze of desire. “Will you be my only one?”
Dheeraj smiled. “Will you be the mother of my children?”
“Yes,” she said fighting back happy tears as he turned off the water and pulled her to him raising her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as he kissed her fervently, walking them into the bedroom and dropped their melded bodies onto the massive bed.
They both pulled away to take off the wet clothes that still clung to their bodies. When their bodies entwined, she felt the tremors pass through her making her drip within her folds. He kissed her, his lips moving all over her nakedness, worshiping her skin that glowed for him.
“Beautiful,” he mumbled between kisses making her yearn for more.
Anjali wanted to say a million things to him, to tell him how great she felt and express every sensation and emotion she felt, but there were no other words playing on her lips, just his name.
“Will you forgive me if I hurt you tonight?” he hummed over her mound, and all she could do was nod, looking down at him.
Dheeraj continued to kiss, and when he sucked her clit between his lips, she let out a delightful yelp and bit into the pillow unable to handle the waves of dirty pleasure. His hands roamed all over her body as he kissed her with passion and delight like he couldn’t help himself.
Anjali buried her face into the pillow, clenched her stomach in when she felt the eruption build up, and as she moaned into the softness of the pillow, he showed no mercy as he took in her every fold. The blood rushed from her heart to where his lips threatened to conquer her for life, and when it finally came to a head, she came undone, his name a cry of pleasure on his lips.
Anjali was out of breath when she opened her eyes to look at him as he went up on his knees spreading her legs wider.
“Let me make you mine tonight, forever.”
“I love you.” It was a whisper, and he smiled looking down at her, her wet hair sprawled on his pillow, her cheeks red from the rush of pleasure, and her body clenched in anticipation for him to take her, but most of all, the look in her eyes. It was his calling, and he wasn’t going to wait another second.
Anjali let out a gasp when he introduced the thick head of his masculinity to her drenched folds and looked up at him with newfound boldness in her eyes. “You can’t hurt me.”
Dheeraj smiled, his eyes sparkling as he lowered himself to kiss her, his lips tender against her as he inched into her. She arched her body, her back rising off the mattress to welcome him and take him to her deepest point.
He continued to kiss her, his hunger for her taking over the moment by the second, and he stopped when her breath hitched and then continued into her depths to meld their bodies and souls together.
“Be mine, forever,” he said in her ear as he buried himself deep inside her. She let out a sob remembering the same words that were on the card that accompanied the first bouquet of flowers he gave her.
“I promise.” She kissed him, her hands trailing down his back.
Anjali opened her eyes to look into his as they bore into hers while he built up a rhythm as he supported his upper body on his elbows. She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his back and with every stroke. She felt a new sensation when she thought she had experienced all the pleasure ever possible.
Feeling him deep inside suddenly made her feel complete, an emptiness she had never realized she clung to all her life.
“I love you, Dheeraj,” she cried as her body hit a peak, and a range of emotions encompassed her entirety.
“Love you, too, sweetheart.” He grunted and collapsed onto her shuddering from the impact of his release. Dheeraj pulled the sheets over their bodies that were strung out with desire.
*****
Anjali opened her eyes to the rain slashing against the window. It was still dark in the room, and she wasn’t sure how long she had slept from the last time Dheeraj made mad love to her throughout the night. She moved slowly and felt every inch of her body ache, and as if in reaction to her movement, Dheeraj groaned in his sleep pulling her to him with her back to his chest. She smiled when she felt his thick rod dig into her back as he went back to sleep, his breath warm in her ear.
“I love you,” she mumbled, planting a kiss on his arm that wrapped around. her
“Love you, too, sweetness.” He groaned, and his words reminded her of every sensation she felt in his arms causing her folds to weep in need.
Anjali smiled and turned around in bed to face him. His eyes were partially open, and the way he looked at her made her stomach clench in anticipation. She had seen that look in his eyes all night—a raw, primitive one—the one that only made her want him more.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips over his.
Dheeraj’s lips spread into a smile against her lips. “Why shouldn’t I look at you?”
“We’ll never get out of bed if you look at me like that.”
Dheeraj laughed. “Why is that a bad thing?”
“Not saying it’s bad…” She blushed, pushing him away and trying to get out of bed, but Dheeraj was too fast for her. He pulled her back to him nuzzling the crook of her neck from behind and making her laugh.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath warm in her ear.
“I need to go,” she said trying to wiggle out of his hold as he planted hungry kisses on her shoulder.
“Why do you need to go?”
“I need to go check on Inara,” she said between laughs as he continued to kiss, making her skin tantalize.
Dheeraj took a big bite of her shoulder making her yelp, her folds pooling for him.
“You will not take care of Inara… I want you to take a warm bath, so you are not sore when I take you again.” The hunger in his voice got her excited.
“I need to go on birth control.” She turned to look at him.
Dheeraj smiled as she kissed his cheek. “Are you not sure…”
Anjali pulled back to look at him. “I want another baby, our baby, but we need to spend more time with our first one. We need to give her our everything before she has to share us.”
Dheeraj felt something flip in his heart. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, and I need you to watch Inara when I go to the doctor’s office next week.”
“Next week? What does that mean for what I want to do to you?” he winked.
“We’ll be fine for the next week…” She slipped out of his arms laughing and went toward the bathroom. “Go check on Inara. I’m going to go shower.”
Anjali heard him laugh as he got out of bed, and that made her feel like the happiest woman alive. Every time she saw his eyes darken, it did wonders for her confidence. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
She stood under the steady stream of water for an unknown length of time letting the soreness roll off her body, and her eyes shut as she remembered every sensation she felt through the night every time he touched her to stroke, suckle, nip, and worship her body. Her eyes flew open when she heard the shower door open.
Anjali’s breath hitched when her eyes met the dark and dangerously desirable eyes of the man she loved. He had a beautiful smile playing on his lips as he stepped under the shower wearing only his sleep shorts. She placed her palms on his bare chest and looked up at him.
“Inara is in good hands, and I’m here to give you a bath.” His voice was hoarse.
She smiled running her hands down his arms as he reached for the body wash. “I would like that very much. Thank you.”
“The pleasure is all mine, baby.” He chuckled, running his hands over her curves making her moan and live in that moment forever.
Chapter 17
“What do you mean Raghav misses his daughter? He left her to die after the accident along with my sister,” Dheeraj barked into the phone, and that caught Anjali’s attention. It was late in the evening, and they were sitting outside enjoying the cool breeze when Dheeraj got a phone call from his brother-in-law’s lawyer.
Anjali held Inara close to her and placed her palm over the sleeping baby’s ear almost in an effort to shield her from the negativity she was sensing from Dheeraj’s tone. He stood up from his chair and started pacing on the lush green grass as he listened to the person talking on the other end. She kept her eyes on him as he kept walking up and down the patch of grass and saw the frown deepen, and from the way he pressed his two fingers into his temple, she guessed it was not good. She stood up carefully holding Inara to her and waved to Seema to put Inara in her crib.
Seema had proven to be far more helpful as a babysitter rather than Jimmy’s assistant. Anjali handed her the sleeping baby and whispered instructions and walked over to where Dheeraj stood listening silently on his phone.
Anjali walked up to him and slowly wrapped her arm around his waist to give him comfort and was relieved when he pulled her closer putting a portion of his weight on her as he hugged her. She took a deep breath bearing his weight and wanting to bear his sadness too, wanting to take it all away from him.
Dheeraj finally hung up with a curt and short response to the person on the other end of the line.
“Bloody moron.” Dheeraj gritted his teeth making Anjali look up at him.
“Dheeraj, what happened?”
“That bastard. He… he is in the hospital because he attempted suicide.”
Anjali was shocked. “Raghav did? How is he doing?”
Dheeraj shook his head. “He is in the hospital recovering, lost a lot of blood and…”
“Why, Dheeraj? Why would he do such a thing?” Anjali asked, almost guessing the reason from what she had heard from Dheeraj’s phone conversation.
