Atharva carried her in his arms like she was the most precious thing in the world. Her belly jutted between them, firm and heavy, but he held her as if her weight anchored him. As they entered the bedroom, the world seemed to shrink—no guilt, no past. Only them.

The bedsheets were fresh, but they wouldn’t stay that way. Ruhani grinned lazily, her limbs boneless from the orgasm he'd given her in the kitchen. But her eyes still sparkled with unspent desire.