“Thik hu mai. Aur ab toh doctor ne bhi bol dia ki movement rakho. Jyada exert nhi kia maine. Abhi 10 minutes pehle aayi thi.”

(I am fine. Doctor has also asked to keep movement. I did not exert much. I just came here 10 minutes back.)

He shook his head with a smile. Then he looked around and frowned.

“Where’s Pratham?”

“He left. Sirf aadha ganta ruka.”

(He stayed only half an hour.)

Sanvi’s tone was clipped and Abir realised something had happened.

“Kya keh rha tha?”

(What was he saying?)

Sanvi told him everything and Abir sighed. He round his arms around her waist and pulled her into his body.

“You know how he is right. He’ll come around.”

“I know.”

Abir kissed her head and whispered.

“Mai fresh hokar aata hu and then I’ll join you for dinner.”

(I will freshen up and then I’ll join you for dinner.)

She nodded and stirred the vegetable she was making. She hoped, for all of their sake, that Pratham got his senses back soon. She didn’t want to lose her best friend. And for Abir, Pratham had been the brother and the family he never had.

Sanvi’s leg was much better now. She had resumed going to work. Pratham still hadn’t contacted and had flown to Bangalore.

Sanvi reached home after a tiring day at work. She entered her home and her eyes closed in bliss as the aroma of food hit her nostrils.

“Tu jaldi kaise aa gaya aaj?”

(How come you’re early today?)

She asked Abir, who was in the kitchen, shirtless. He turned and smiled at her.

“Thodi der pehle hi aaya tha. Meeting jaldi wrap up ho gyi.”

(I just came some time back. Meeting wrapped up early.)

“Khusboo toh bhut achhi aa rhi hai. Dinner bana bhi lia tune?”

(The aroma is very nice. Did you make dinner?)

“Abhi kaha? Abhi toh sirf tadka banaya hai. Daal ubal rhi hai tab tak.”

(Not yet. I just made the spices. Daal is boiling.)

He stirred the rice that he had put on boiling.

“Mai aati hu abhi.”

(I will come.)

She went to change her clothes and freshen up. Sanvi returned to the kitchen, wearing cotton shorts and tank top and peeked into the pot that Abir was cooking in.

“Need some help?”

“Nah! Abhi time hai sab ready hone mai.”

(There’s time in everything.)

She shrugged and sat on the counter. She bit her lip and admired him moving around the kitchen. Abir caught her eye, making her look away. He smirked and came to stand in front of her.

She gasped when he held her knees to pull her legs apart as he stood between them. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body. His other hand caressed her bare thigh and she shivered.

He leaned in and teased her by licking his lips just a cm away from hers. She clutched his hair and round her arms around his neck, while fusing their lips together in a kiss.

Abir had planned on keeping the kiss short but she had other plans. Her hands started roaming along his bare body as she scratched his back and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

He bit her lip and sucked her lower lip in his mouth making her thoughts go crazy. Gaining courage and getting bold, her put her hand between their bodies and started dragging it down his chest. 

He held her hand to stop her just as she reached the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Not in the kitchen.”

He mumbled and she whispered against his lips.

“Let’s move to the room then.”

He looked into her eyes for confirmation.

“You sure?”

“I am! I want you, Abir.”

She bit his earlobe as she whispered the words directly into his ears and he groaned. He switched off all the flames of the stove, before picking her up and spanking her ass as he carried to their room.

He shut the door with his leg and carried her till the bed as they kissed each other wildly. Lowering her on the both, while hovering over her body, he dragged his lips down her jaw and neck.

She wrapped her legs around his waist firmly and pulled him into her, letting their bodies rub against each other.

He nipped at her neck and licked it soothing the bite with his tongue when she hissed. He repeated the action until he had given her a few marks.

He pulled the sleeves of her tank top down and peppered kisses on her bare shoulders. He gave a firm squeeze to her breasts and she moaned when he pulled the top down to her stomach. 

He wasn't surprised that she had no bra on. He looked into her eyes and licked her nipple making her toes curl because of the intensity and hunger in his eyes.

His lips enclosed around her nipple and he sucked and flicked it to his wish and mercy. Abir started rubbing himself against her clothed core and she rotated her hips in sync.

“Ummm….Abir….please!”

Abir started pulling her shorts, which now had a damp spot on them, down her legs but stopped short when he realised something.

“I don't have any condoms.”

She groaned in frustration and he licked his lips. His fingers still hooked into her shorts and parties.

“Blinkit?”

He suggested and she sighed in relief.

“Yes! Please! Yes!”

He got up and fetched his phone. Sanvi’s eyes followed his movement and she bit her lip, blushing when she saw his very evident hard-on.

He ordered the packet and put the instructions for ‘leave on doorstep’ before coming back to her in bed.

“12 minutes.”

He whispered naughtily and continued to pull her shorts and parties down, while looking into her eyes. She sat up and pulled her tank top, which was bunched at her stomach over her body and threw it away.

He round his arms around her thighs and dug his face between her legs. His tongue darted out and flicked against her clit. 

Sanvi clutched his hair and her back arched as he inserted his finger, giving her dual pleasure. She writhed and her stomach coiled, but before she could release, he stopped and looked at her mischievously.

“What?”

She asked with a hint of irritation.

“Not so soon. I want to feel you cum on my dick.”

He whispered and she gasped.

“Tu-tu dirty talk bhi krta hai?”

(You-you do dirty talk also?)

He chuckled and kissed her lips softly, making her melt against him.

“I love you.”

He whispered, making her smile and whisper it back. He rubbed his thumb against her clit making her sigh in pleasure.

He slowly eased his finger inside again and she scratched his back in pleasure and arched her back.

The doorbell rang and Abir got up with the speed of lightning. Sanvi chuckled and sighed in content as she saw him rush out of the room.

Not even 15 seconds later, he came back with a grin and emptied the box on the side table. Sanvi sat up straight and hooked her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.

Both of their expressions matched each other’s. When his erection sprang free, Sanvi gulped and bit her lip.

Her chest heaved as she gazed into his eyes. He held her chin with his thumb and forefinger and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. 

She gasped when he held her hand and put it on his dick.

“Touch me!”

He commanded and she felt herself get wetter. She stroked him a few times and heard him release a string of curses and groans.

“Like this?”

She asked, looking at him through her lashes very innocently. 

“Fuck! Exactly like that!”

When he felt that he could no longer hold on, he pushed her back from her shoulders and laid her down. He then picked up a packet from the side table and tore it open.

Sheathing himself, he took his position between her legs and rubbed himself against her folds.

With a sweet kiss on her lips, he slowly eased in and moved slowly, building in the pleasure and pressure. He made slow, sweet and passionate love to her the entire night. 

5 years later

 “Mummy! Chachu kab aayenge?”

(When will chachu come?)

“Papa se pucho! Papa ko baat hui thi.”

(Ask papa! Papa talked to him.)

Sanvi said, distracted. It was her daughter's third birthday and they were celebrating it with everyone. She had a lot of work to do and everyone was about to reach.

“Papa! Papa! Chachu kab aayenge?”

(When will chachu come?)

A three year old Anvi now ran to her father, who too was busy with the preparations.

“Aane wale hai princess.”

(He is about to arrive.)

Her father replied with his eyes still on the phone. Anvi pouted and sat on the sofa with a sad pout. Her legs dangled against the edge and she had her head lowered.

“Kaha hai meri birthday girl? Where's my little princess?”

(Where is my birthday girl?)

A loud, dramatic voice resonated and Anvi immediately bloomed with happiness. She giggled and ran towards Pratham as quickly as her short legs allowed and launched straight into his arms.

“Chachu! Aap aa gye!”

(You came!)

“Meri princess ka birthday hai! Chachu kaise nhi aate?”

(It’s my princess’ birthday! How could chachu not come?)

He said and tickled her belly, making her erupt into a melodious laughter. 

“Sirf chachu ke liye happy, chachi ke liye nhi?”

(Happy only for chachu, not chachi?)

Pratham’s wife asked with a pout. Anvi hugged Pratham's neck and shook her head, making all of them laugh.

“See! I told you! She loves me the most!”

Pratham boasted and Taranya rolled her eyes, clutching their 1-year-old son, who was clinging to her. He was a mumma’s boy.

“Haan! Khudka beta toh pyaar krta nhi. Anvi toh pyaari hai isliye sabko pasand krti hai.”

(Yes! Your own son doesn’t love you. Anvi is sweet so she loves everyone.)

Pratham scowled and Abir shook his head at the two dramas. Made for each other.

Abir and Sanvi had remarried properly shortly after they made love for the first time. After that, they were unstoppable. The way the two made love to each other and were always kissing or doing something whenever alone, Sanvi’s pregnancy within the first year of their marriage wasn’t even a surprise.

Moreover, Sanvi felt ready. She hadn’t thought about it until she got to know about her pregnancy but she felt ready. And Abir couldn’t have been any happier on hearing the news. 

Pratham had come around and apologized for his mistake and asked for forgiveness not long after he left in his ego. But this time, Abir took some time to forgive him. But things are very good now. Anvi, their daughter was absolutely charmed by her Pratham chachu.

Sometimes, Abir felt that she loved him more than her own father. But he was happy the way things turned out. He had his own happy little family, with the woman he had always loved and didn’t even imagine having as a wife.

Even Pratham was settled with the woman who matched him perfectly. The two were always bickering and teasing each other but the love they had for each other was clear in their eyes and now a little one year old symbol of their love roamed around. 

Sanvi wished things remained how they were right now. Peaceful, happy and a little fun and chaotic.