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Tara pov

After few months

Everything felt like a dream lately, as if all the pieces of my life were finally falling into place. Daksh ji had become someone so important to me, someone I never even imagined asking for. Yet, despite how happy he made me, one thing continued to weigh heavily on my mind my brother, Dev Bhaiya. No matter what I did, he seemed to despise Daksh ji. Whenever I tried bringing up Daksh ji in our conversations, Bhaiya would shut me down immediately, changing the topic or leaving altogether.

It hurt me deeply. Bhaiya had always been my biggest supporter, but now, it felt like he was trying to stand in the way of my happiness.

Unable to shake off the uneasiness, I decided to talk to Daksh ji about it. He had a way of making my worries disappear, of bringing me back to the present when my thoughts spiraled. I found him in his room, standing in front of the mirror, casually combing his hair. His confidence always amazed me; he looked like he could take on the world and win.

"Daksh ji..." I began hesitantly, stepping into the room. He glanced at me through the mirror, his expression softening when he saw me.

"Yes, Tara? What's bothering you?" he asked, his voice calm as he set the comb down and turned to face me.

I took a deep breath, unsure how to phrase what I was feeling. "I think... I think my brother is trying to break us apart."

He frowned slightly, taking a few steps closer to me. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," I admitted, crossing my arms protectively over my chest. "It's just a feeling. Every time I try to talk to Bhaiya about you, he shuts me down. He doesn't even want to hear your name. It's like he's determined to hate you."

Daksh ji's gaze softened, and he tilted his head, studying me carefully. "Tara, did your brother ever tell you outright that he wants to separate us?"

I shook my head. "No... he's never said it directly. But it's the way he acts. The things he doesn't say. It's like he's silently trying to push me away from you."

Daksh ji let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "You're overthinking, Tara. I'm sure that's not the case."

"But what if it is?" I pressed, my voice trembling slightly. "What if Bhaiya really does try to separate us in the future?"

His expression changed in an instant. He took a deliberate step forward, and I instinctively stepped back, only to feel the cool wall against my back. His smirk was mischievous, but his eyes held a certain intensity that made my heart race.

"Then I'll make sure he can't separate us," he said, his voice low and firm.

I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in closer, his lips curling into a teasing smile. "I'll get you pregnant."

"What?!" I gasped, shoving him away lightly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. "You're shameless!"

He only laughed, clearly amused by my reaction. "I'm serious, Tara. If we have a baby, it'll be impossible for anyone to question how much we love each other."

I turned to walk away, flustered and unsure how to respond, but he caught my hand, stopping me in my tracks. His touch was gentle, but his grip was firm enough to hold me in place.

"Listen, Tara," he said softly, his tone more serious now. "Don't you trust me?"

I turned back to him, meeting his gaze. "Of course, I trust you. More than anyone."

"Then believe me when I say I'll never let anyone come between us. Not your brother, not anyone else. You're my world, Tara. I'll do whatever it takes to protect what we have."

His words eased the knot of anxiety in my chest, but his earlier suggestion still lingered in my mind. "I do like babies," I admitted quietly, feeling my face heat up.

He smiled, a glint of playfulness returning to his eyes. "Good. Then be prepared tonight. You're going to see a new side of Daksh."

Before I could respond, he winked at me and walked out of the room, leaving me standing there.

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It was nearing midnight, and Daksh ji still hadn't returned home. His words from earlier in the day kept echoing in my mind, "You'll see a new version of me tonight." I couldn't make sense of what he meant, and as the hours ticked by, unease settled over me. Why was he so late? Was it work again? I had told him countless times not to overwork himself, but he rarely listened.

The house was eerily quiet, and the ticking clock felt louder than usual. Just as I stood up to get some water, the power went out. The sudden darkness startled me, and I let out a small scream. I tried to steady myself, but I lost my balance. Before I could hit the ground, strong arms caught me.

I didn't need to look to know who it was it was him. I instinctively grabbed his hand tightly, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "You're late! I've been waiting for hours! Why didn't you call?" I demanded, my words rushing out in a flurry. But instead of answering, he simply smiled at me a knowing, teasing smile that both infuriated and melted me at the same time.

Without a word, he scooped me up in his arms, carrying me effortlessly in a bridal style. My protests were met with silence as his smile grew wider. "Daksh ji! Answer me! Why are you late? What's going on?" I asked again, but he only shook his head, his expression playful.

When we entered our bedroom, I was left speechless. The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of countless candles. Their gentle flicker created a magical, intimate atmosphere, and the sweet scent of roses lingered in the air. He gently set me down on my feet, and I found myself spinning slowly, taking in the beauty of it all.

"Daksh ji, did you do all this?" I asked, turning toward him. My voice was filled with wonder, but the sight that greeted me made my heart race. He stood there, shirtless, his broad shoulders and toned chest illuminated by the candlelight.

"What...what are you doing without a shirt?" I stammered, trying to keep my gaze from wandering.

He took a step closer, his expression mischievous. "Why are you acting shy? It's not like you haven't seen me naked before," he teased, his voice low and rich, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt my cheeks flush, my mind struggling to form a coherent response. "That...that's not the point!" I managed to say, though my voice lacked conviction.

He smiled again, closing the distance between us. His hand reached out, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I wanted to surprise you tonight," he said softly, his eyes locking with mine. "You've been so patient with me, putting up with my long hours at work, my late nights...I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

His words melted my frustration, leaving only a warmth that spread through my chest.

"But why didn't you tell me you were planning all this? I was worried," I said, my voice softening.

He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Because it wouldn't have been a surprise then, would it?"

I couldn't help but smile at his reasoning. As he wrapped his arms around me, the world outside faded away. In that moment, surrounded by the glow of the candles and the warmth of his embrace, everything felt perfect.

He gently guided me to sit on the bed, his eyes meeting mine as he said, "This is a long process, but all you have to do is nod your head. Do you understand?"

I felt my heart race, unsure of what was coming, but I nodded and softly replied, "Yes."

"Step one," he said with a faint smile, "Let me remove your saree first."

I hesitated but nodded again. His hands moved carefully, reaching for the safety pins holding the saree in place. He winced suddenly and muttered, "Ouch," pulling his hand back.

I leaned forward, concerned. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice soft.

He gave me a reassuring nod, brushing it off. "I'm fine," he said, his determination evident as he continued. One by one, he removed the pins, his touch light and deliberate. Slowly, he unraveled the saree, taking his time as though it was something precious.

Before I realized it, the saree had been slipped off, leaving me exposed. He didn't stop there. His hands moved with a mix of tenderness and confidence, removing each layer of clothing until I found myself completely bare.

My instincts kicked in, and I immediately closed my eyes, feeling vulnerable under his gaze. For a moment, everything felt still-until I felt the soft press of his lips against my eyelids.

"Open your eyes," he whispered, his voice calm yet commanding.

I hesitated but eventually obeyed, meeting his gaze. His eyes held a softness that seemed to envelop me, making me feel safe despite the situation.

He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine in a kiss so gentle it sent a shiver through me. He didn't stop there; his lips trailed down, leaving a series of delicate kisses along my skin, each one igniting something I couldn't quite name.

It was a moment that felt both overwhelming and intimate, as if time had slowed down just for us.

He shifted to the other side of the bed, his playful smirk lighting up his face.

"Crawl towards me, baby," he said, his tone low and teasing.

I froze for a moment, blinking in confusion. Wait... crawl? Did he just ask me to crawl?

"I'm not a snake to crawl towards you."

I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

He burst out laughing, the sound genuine, filling the room. But before I could fully process what was happening, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer in one swift motion.

I barely had time to react before he pinned me down on the bed, his weight pressing me firmly into the mattress.

His eyes burned with intensity, his voice a deep growl as he said, "Let me unlock my beast mode today. I wanted this to be slow and smooth, but I can't control myself anymore."

My heart raced, my body responding to his words before my mind could catch up. And then, with a sudden move, he entered me, sending a wave of sensations I'd never felt before coursing through my body. It was overwhelming, unfamiliar, but strangely exhilarating all at once.

He began to move, his hips pressing into mine in a steady rhythm. His voice softened, concern lacing his tone as he asked, "Are you okay, Tara?"

I struggled to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions. "Yes, Daksh ji," I managed to reply breathlessly.

"Don't call me that," he said, his movements never faltering. "Call me Daksh."

I shook my head, barely able to form a coherent thought. "No, I can't... I can't call you that," I stammered, my breaths coming in short gasps.

"Do it," he growled, his pace quickening, his intensity taking over.

"Daksh..." I finally whispered, clinging tightly to him as if he were my anchor in the storm of sensations engulfing me.

He groaned in satisfaction, his name on my lips seemingly fueling his desire as he moved with even more urgency. And in that moment, I surrendered completely to him, to us, letting the intensity of the moment consume me entirely.

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Daksh pov

I thought tonight would be new for her, something gentle and unfamiliar but she surprised me. She wasn't shy; instead, she asked for more, her enthusiasm catching me off guard. I gave in to her every request, meeting her passion with my own. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep, her soft breaths filling the quiet room.

Now, I find myself wide awake, just staring at her. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, and yet, I can't shake the feeling that I've taken that innocence away from her tonight. Was I too much? Did I push her beyond what she was ready for? These thoughts won't let me rest.

But then, my mind drifts to something else, something that has been weighing on me for days. Devendra had called me not too long ago. His voice was steady, but I could sense the emotion behind his words. He thanked me for all the work I've done to help develop their village. At first, I told him it wasn't for Tara, that I wasn't doing this to impress her. But he just chuckled, saying he already knew.

"I never hated you," he admitted. His words caught me off guard. For so long, I'd thought he resented me, thought of me as just another spoiled city brat who had no business being part of their lives. But instead, he said he was grateful, not just for the work I've done, but for marrying Tara.

Those words have stayed with me ever since. He's grateful for me... for marrying her. It's such a simple statement, but it carries so much weight. And now, as I watch her sleep, I wonder how she'll feel when I finally tell her about this conversation.

Will she be proud? Will she understand the importance of what her father said to me? I hope so. I want her to know that everything I do every effort I make isn't just for the village. It's for her. For us.

I reach out and gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. She stirs a little but doesn't wake up. In this moment, she looks so perfect, so untouched by the burdens I carry. I just hope that when she hears what her father said, it'll bring her the happiness she deserves.

For now, I'll let her rest, and I'll keep these thoughts to myself until the time is right. Until then, I'll just lie here, staring at her, hoping I'm the husband she needs me to be.

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