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And I don't know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless

And I don't know why but with you I'd dance

In a storm in my best dress, fearless
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Sleeps were more peaceful after marrying Angana. At night, she would be patting his forehead until he is deep asleep and in the morning she will wake him up with her tender kisses. He was hanging in the middle of sleep and consciousness, he was waiting for the kiss to wake him up.

Angana entered the bedroom, still wearing the satin robe from last night, and carried two mugs of hot chocolate on a tray. She put the tray on the coffee table and moved to sit beside her sleeping husband.

Raghbir's sleeping habits were troublesome. He preferred sleeping naked. Yeah, as naked as the day he was born. So Angana never let the helping staff enter their bedroom when Raghbir was asleep.

She caressed his forehead and planted a kiss on his rough lips. Almost immediately he opened his eyes as if he was just waiting for the kiss.

“Good morning, Ragh.” Angana smiled and kissed his both cheeks.

Raghbir wrapped his arms around her back and pushed her down against his naked body. In matter of moments Angana was trapped between him and the mattress and Raghbir began peppering kisses all over her collarbone and neck. He was undoing the knot of her satin robe when Angana's eyes fell on the two mugs of sizzling hot chocolate awaiting for their attention.

“Ragh, I've prepared hot chocolate for us. Let's drink that first. We have the whole Sunday for ourselves.” She held his hands from moving any further.

Raghbir sighed before getting up and he walked straight to the bathroom. Angana couldn't help but stare at his muscular back until he disappeared inside. With a sigh of relief, she tied the knot of her robe and moved to sit on the grey couch. Uff, she really needed something that is not grey in their bedroom.

Raghbir came back after getting fresh, with a grey towel wrapped around his torso. He joined her on the couch and picked his mug of hot chocolate. They began drinking the chocolate in a comfortable silence. Until Raghbir decided to speak.

“Anaa, when are you going to rejoin the party office? Elections are coming. And you are on leave for more than six months.”  He, very casually, touched the topic that was bothering him since the previous night.

“I will rejoin before the election campaigns begin to get planned.” Angana replied.

“Means you don't want to become the CM face?” His question made her chuckle.

“Ragh, where did you get that idea from? I am happy handling the paperwork for the party.” She joked.

“But, if not you, then who will be the CM face?” He asked her, even though the answer was pretty obvious.

“Isn't it obvious, Raghbir? Abhimanyu will be running for the CM elections.”  She stated as a matter of fact.

“Why him and not you?”  His tone held an underlying frustration.

“Because he deserves it. And what made you think I'll become the CM?”  But Angana was unfazed and continued sipping the hot chocolate.

“Your paternal and maternal families have a strong hold over Awadh's politics. Even if you don't get a clear majority, your Angad Mamu will be willing to form a coalition government. You can easily become the CM.”  Raghbir elaborated.

“Ragh, don't mess with my plans. I am more willing to discuss family planning than politics.”

“Family planning? We just got married, Anaa.” Now he wasn't liking where the conversation was heading.

“But I'm twenty-eight and you are thirty-one. It's the right age to have babies.” She insisted.

“Anaa, here I want to discuss your career plans and you are talking about babies? Jaan, give it a thought.”  Raghbir tried his best to hide his frustration under his sweet tone. His wife was too simple-minded to understand his intentions.

“Raghbir, I don't want to get deeper into this political bullshit. I am happy with what I have.” Angana tried once again to let him drop the topic of CM elections.

“Anaa, but it's not making sense. As much as I know your mother, she will never let power slide from her grasp. And if she wants to be in control, you are the only option. Abhimanyu is not a puppet. His morals are way too higher.”  He spoke his mind.

“Actually, you are right.” And his words actually made sense to her.

“Yeah, it would have been easier if you somehow ended up marrying Abhimanyu. Then the power would have remained in the family. But now situation is a bit tricky. Unless...” He trailed off.

“Unless?” Angana asked curiously.

“Unless Abhimanyu gets married to Sahana?” The thought seemed wild but it still made sense to him.

“Which girl will marry her sister's ex-boyfriend?” Angana was pretty confident that it could never become a reality.

“Well, your mother is known for her crooked ways of getting things done.” Raghbir shrugged.

“But she will never push me or Saani into anything forcibly. ” Angana defended her mother.

“Ah, whatever! The main thing is that you should become the next CM of Awadh.” He declared and sipped his hot chocolate.

“Ragh, don't start this bullshit again. Get showered and come downstairs for breakfast. Don't you dare ruin my Sunday with your air castles.” Saying so she picked her mug and exited the bedroom, still wearing the satin bathrobe.

“Aren't you going to get showered?” He asked her.

“I am hungry. Will shower later.” She replied while walking out of the room.

Raghbir sighed in defeat. He had to somehow convince Angana to contest for CM elections if he wanted to make his ambitions come true.

“Mrs. Angana Raghbir Ranavat, you will be the next chief minister of Awadh.” He mumbled to himself.

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Angana was setting the food on the dining table when Raghbir descended the stairs wear a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He quietly sat down on the head chair and began serving the breakfast to himself. He wasn't acting romantic as he normally did. But then Angana thought it might be because of the way she had crushed his high expectations about her political career.

She took her seat on his left side and poured him orange juice in a glass before serving herself the Dal Chawal she had cooked. Raghbir liked spicy food so she made it extra spicy. And it turned out pretty well. Now that's the Angana she loved to play. Angana, who loved to take care of her loving husband. Politics was accidental in her life. She would have joined her father's company instead but then she realised that Shashank was a better person to take over the family business. She would have gladly become a homemaker but then she realised Raghbir preferred career woman over homemaker. Her life was full of confusions. She just wanted to have a family, there was no confusion about that.

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She untied her robe and let it slide down her body before entering the shower panel. Setting the temperature, Angana let the lukewarm water fall on her body. However, she saw her husband entering the bathroom. With a knowing look, he stripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants. And then very gracefully freed himself from the boxers, turning her attention to his little beast. She knew what was going to happen next. So she closed her eyes and mentally prepared herself for the rough sex they were about to have. In matter of seconds he was inside the shower panel and had her pinned against the marble wall, kissing the hell out of her mouth.

Sex was a once in a week thing in their marriage. But whenever it happened, he would fuck her so deep and hard that she won't be able to walk properly for the next two days. So it required a lot of mental preparation and painkillers to be the lovely wife of Raghbir Ranavat.

He picked her up against the wall and wrapped her thighs around his torso. Raghbir smoothly entered inside her and let her adjust before beginning to thrust deep inside her. Angana moaned as he bit her breasts and thrust inside her with a commendable coordination.

She wanted to scream at him to move faster but then she also wanted him to slow down. The sex was great but the after effects were painful. He always left her sore. But she would be angry if he didn't leave her sore. Aah, even her sex preferences were so confused.

She just let him do the honors of making her sore for the next two days. Anything less than that was going to be disappointing her. Maybe she will get used to the soreness with passing time.

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She will never get used to the soreness after sex. Raghbir put the hot water bag between her thighs. She was only wearing panties and lying on the bed in an exhausted condition. Raghbir, on the other hand, was not even a tad bit of exhausted after having a mind-blowing shower sex. He seemed more energetic after having sex. He sat down beside her on the bed, wearing only his sweatpants. His hand caressed her wet hair and then he let his fingers slide down to her chest, drawing small circles on her right breast.

“I should try to be gentle.” He mumbled while moving down to kiss her bud.

Angana hummed while enjoying the softness of his lips against her skin. Why his beast couldn't be this soft?

He was busy peppering soft kisses all over her chest when his phone began ringing at the nightstand. He unwillingly moved to pick the call. It was his father.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Raghbir, your mother-in-law has arranged a dinner for tomorrow night. It must be about the upcoming elections in Awadh. Your presence is mandatory.” His father informed him.

“Oh, I love you too, Dad. Take care.”  He replied to his father sarcastically.

“Acha, I'm sorry. I hope you are doing good. But please be there tomorrow.”  His father acted accordingly, clearly understanding the meaning of his sarcasm.

“Alright.” He smiled and the call was ended.

Raghbir laid down beside Angana and put his arms around her waist.

“What did your Dad say?” Angana asked him while putting her head against his chest.

“We are flying to Delhi tomorrow evening to attend a dinner arranged by your Mom.” He informed her.

“Oh, it must be about the elections. Your family is funding the party for so long. Their opinion matters a lot.”

“I know.” He sighed, “I hope things go the right way. These elections will be the game changer.”

“How? Am I missing on something?” She asked in confusion.

“You'll understand very soon.” He pulled her cheeks before hiding her face in his chest, “Now you should rest.”

Angana hummed against his chest and closed her eyes. Totally clueless of whatever scheme that was cooking up in his mind.

Raghbir kept staring at the ceiling with a soft yet wicked smile playing on his lips.

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Alright, I've to be honest. My experience with standalone stories isn't that great. My short story books do get overwhelming response. But the response to Awadh Series, apart from His Chanda, is not so great. So I'm going to keep my expectations at the bottom of my feet, listen to Taylor Swift songs and write the chapters. That's it.

Thank you so much for choosing to read this book.

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