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Yashvi gazed tenderly at her son, sleeping peacefully on the bed, and leaned down to kiss his soft cheek. It was nearly two in the morning, and Advik still wasn't home. Lately, he'd been leaving early and returning late, the demands of work pulling him further from their little world. She looked at herself in the mirror, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

She looked worn out. Her face had lost some of its fullness, her eyes were swollen with dark circles underneath, her stomach was loose despite the exercises she'd managed to fit in, with stretch marks tracing over it. Her breasts were heavy, her lips chapped. She didn't resemble the Yashvi she used to be. Motherhood had changed her in ways she never anticipated, wearing her out in some ways-but it was a beautiful, indescribable feeling all the same.

Just as she turned away from the mirror, she heard the sound of the door unlocking.

Advik's eyes softened as he took in her weary expression, noticing the fatigue etched on her face. He loosened his tie and placed his watch aside, slipping off his shirt. She looked at him, unable to ignore how effortlessly handsome he was-his broad shoulders, defined arms, and toned body still very much the same. Yet, when she glanced at herself in the mirror, she felt a sudden pang of insecurity, eyes lingering on the extra softness around her stomach and the dark circles under her eyes.

Inwardly, a bitter thought crossed her mind: No wonder he doesn't even touch me anymore. She turned back to her son, Yuvaan, lying peacefully beside her. He was already four months old, yet it had been over eight months since her husband had reached for her with the same romantic longing they once shared. He was attentive in many ways, but she missed the spark-the passion that had once been a constant undercurrent in their relationship. Since her pregnancy, Advik had become increasingly busy, and it was as if they'd drifted into different roles, where she was just a mother and he, a provider.

"Yashvi, I asked if everything's alright. Did you not hear me?" Advik's frown deepened as he walked out of the closet, towel-drying his hair. His sweatpants hung low on his waist, adding a casual look to his usually formal attire, but his face was all concern.

She snapped out of her thoughts, taking a steady breath. "I couldn't sleep," she said flatly, running a hand gently over Yuvaan's head. Her words were true-she'd had some rest earlier in the day, and now her mind was restless, weighed down by thoughts she didn't know how to voice.

Advik moved closer, searching her eyes for something more.

"You went to the office today?" Advik asked softly, his brows furrowed in concern. Yashvi had been working from home and only visited the office for essential matters. She had planned to rejoin full-time after Yuvaan turned at least six months old.

"Why? Can't I come to your office?" Yashvi snapped, pulling her wrist away from his touch.

"Why are you getting angry? I just asked casually," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady and his temper in check.

"I came. Some Ms. Malhotra came to meet you, so I left," she retorted, recalling the slender woman who had emerged from his cabin.

"That was Sanya Malhotra. She's a corporate lawyer working with us," Advik explained, his expression softening as he looked at her.

"She was pretty," Yashvi taunted, the memory of the other woman's demeanor fresh in her mind. When Aman had introduced her as Advik's wife, she could still picture the way Sanya had looked at her-an unmistakable air of superiority radiating from her. Yashvi might not be an expert in reading faces, but the dismissive glance she received was hard to miss. Sanya had simply acknowledged her as Mrs. Mehrotra before departing.

"How does her being pretty concern me?" Advik finally snapped, standing up and moving toward Yuvaan. He scooped up their son, his frustration palpable.

"Looks like you have a lot of complaints. We need to talk. I'm taking him to Maa's room," he declared before Yashvi could protest. With that, he strode out of the room, leaving her feeling both abandoned and irked.

Sandhya looked surprised as her son entered her space, his face pale with barely contained anger. She took Yuvaan from him, nodding in understanding as she closed the door behind them, sensing that a conversation was necessary.

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Yashvi sat in the dim light of their bedroom, her heart racing as she tried to process what had just happened. Frustration simmered within her, a mixture of anger and hurt flooding her senses.

Advik came inside the room, locking the door behind him as he walked toward her. He gently held her hand, only for her to jerk it away and stand up.

"Yashvi, stop whatever the hell you're doing," Advik snapped, frustration evident in his tone as he pulled her closer.

"I'm not doing anything. I understand you. Returning to a wife smelling of baby products and the sounds of a crying baby isn't everyone's cup of tea," Yashvi taunted, pushing herself away from him. Advik looked at her, surprised. He had tried his best to balance everything. During her pregnancy, he had given her all his time, but now, with his brother moving to Bangalore and his father retiring, the work pressure had increased tremendously. Yashvi had never complained like this before.

"Don't you dare twist my words," Advik shot back, frustration simmering. He felt the tension crackling between them, a storm brewing in the silence that had once felt comfortable. "You know it's not like that. I've been trying to be here for you and Yuvaan while keeping everything running smoothly."

"What am I, Advik? I am more than Yuvaan's mother. I am your wife," she said, her voice steady as she folded her arms across her chest, looking directly at him.

"I know you're my wife. You don't have to remind me," he replied, pinching the bridge of his nose, frustration evident as the veins in his forehead throbbed.

"Why would I have to remind you? All I know is that I'm just Yuvaan's mother and Mehrotra's daughter-in-law. I get it-I'm just a burden as your wife. Reminding you must feel like adding salt to your wounds," she shot back, her sarcasm slicing through the air as her gaze held his.

"Yashvi, I love you," he said softly, trying to grasp her words, which felt twisted and hurtful. Her eyes immediately glistened with tears at his confession; it had been more than two months since he had said those words.

"Do you really?" she challenged, her voice wavering as the emotional weight settled between them. "Because it doesn't feel like it. I feel invisible, as if I'm just here to play a role. I need more than that from you."

"I understand, Advik. I'm not the same Yashvi you fell in love with. She was perfect, beautiful, and calm, but all that's left now are these marks and this dull face. Even if you don't love me anymore, I'd be fine. Just don't abandon me like this," she said softly, vulnerability clear in her voice as a tear rolled down her cheek. Advik immediately reached out to wipe it away, his heart aching as he struggled to comprehend how she could feel this way.

"You are still the same woman, or maybe even more precious than before," he said earnestly, cupping her cheeks with his hands, his forehead resting against hers as he closed his eyes. "Yashvi, I love you. You are the reason for all the happiness I feel. You're my everything. Bohot pyaar karta hu main tumse. Jaan ho tum meri."

(I love you a lot. You are my life.

The sincerity in his voice made her heart flutter, even amid the pain. "The things you're complaining about only show how much I adore such an amazing woman. You're still the prettiest, ek baar apne aap ko meri nazar se dekho, tumhe khud hi apne aap se pyaar ho jaayega," He pulled back slightly, looking deep into her teary eyes, his own filled with warmth and sincerity.

(if you could see yourself through my eyes, you'd fall in love with yourself all over again.)

"And if you still don't feel loved, then let me make you feel it," he sensuously whispered, leaning forward to her ear while his other hand caressed her cheek and chin. She gulped visibly, surprised by the change in the air and his tone.

Advik's touch was gentle yet electric, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin, and for a moment, the world around them faded away.

"Yashvi," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing, "you are everything to me. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Her heart raced as she met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes igniting the spark that had dimmed for so long. The warmth of his hand on her skin reassured her, and she felt a flicker of hope in her chest.

"Advik," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, filled with uncertainty but also a yearning for the connection they once shared.

He brushed his thumb across her lips, a teasing gesture that made her pulse quicken. "Just trust me. I want to remind you of the love we have, the passion that still exists between us."

With that, he leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a slow, tender kiss that spoke volumes of the emotions they had both been holding back. It was a kiss filled with love, longing, and a promise of rekindling what they thought had been lost.

He pulled away a few seconds later, only to hold her waist as he whispered something sensual in her ear, pinning her hair behind her. She did as he said, jumping into him, her legs wrapping around his waist. She held his hair in a tight grip, tilting her head back as he nibbled at her neck, biting harshly and making her intake a sharp breath. He moved forward, biting gently as he leaned onto the bed, her still cradled in his arms.

He pulled away from her as she inhaled deeply, only for her eyes to widen when she saw the heat in his gaze. The desire in his eyes told her that she wouldn't be getting any sleep for the next few hours.

"I would love you in so many ways that the next time, before complaining, you will always remember this night," he whispered seductively. The orange light in the room made everything feel extra sensual, and she bit her lips, wrapping her legs tighter around his hips and pulling him closer by snaking her arms around his neck.

"You want it or not?" he asked just above her lips, their mouths almost touching as he spoke.

"Desperately," she whispered back before slamming her lips onto his. She bit his lips three times and smiled, pleased to see him finally responding to her.

As their lips moved together in a passionate dance, the air around them thickened with desire. Advik deepened the kiss, tilting his head to explore her mouth more fully, his hands roaming over her waist, pulling her closer. Yashvi felt a rush of warmth spread through her, igniting the spark that had been dormant for far too long.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Advik looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and filled with longing.

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He sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap in a swift move making her eyes close as soon as their core brushed together.

Yashvi gasped softly, the sudden closeness igniting a wave of electricity between them. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart racing as she felt the heat radiating from him. Advik's hands gripped her waist firmly, anchoring her in place as he leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart.

"You feel that?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. The intensity of his gaze held her captive, and she nodded, breathless.

"Every bit of it," she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Advik tilted her chin up with his fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Good. Because I want you to remember how it feels to be desired, to be loved like you deserve."

He smirked, snaking his arms around her waist before bending down and licking her navel. Her eyes closed, feeling his warm breath against her stomach. She closed her eyes, feeling him bite her waist when he suddenly stopped.

"What?" she whined as he looked up at her.

"Today, you will start it," he said, taking her by surprise.

"Huh?" she asked, her face flushed red.

"Get rid of your clothes and let me make you feel how heaven feels," he whispered, pinning her hair behind her ears before placing a soft peck on her lips.

Yashvi's heart raced at his request, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding her senses. The way he looked at her, with those smoldering eyes filled with desire, made her pulse quicken. She felt a wave of heat wash over her, her cheeks burning as she processed his words.

With a deep breath, Yashvi nodded, feeling a newfound sense of confidence swell within her. She could see the eagerness in his eyes, and it encouraged her to take the leap. Slowly, she began to lift her top, her heart racing with each inch of skin revealed.

She snapped her bra open, taking it off and throwing it into some unknown corner before standing up with trembling legs and getting rid of her shorts. She took a deep breath, knowing how keenly his eyes were observing her. The stretch marks and extra fat on her stomach made her feel a little embarrassed, but she didn't let it show. Just as she was about to remove her panties, he spoke, "I will do it."

Yashvi looked at Advik as he walked toward her; all she could see in his eyes were love, lust, and desire-no judgment about the changes her body had gone through.

"You are so beautiful," he softly whispered, kissing her gently. His left hand slid behind her back while his right hand found its way between her legs, just above her panties.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself clench at his touch. He rubbed her for a moment before kissing her passionately and lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he caressed her back, then traced her hips sensuously. Kissing her, he threw her onto the bed, then traced his nose above her chest.

Both of them were breathing heavily, touching each other as much as possible before she hooked her toes on his waistband, pulling it down. He pulled away just long enough to get rid of his sweatpants, and his member sprang free, throbbing hard, which made Yashvi gulp.

He took a deep breath, his veins protruding as he leaned over her, cupping her breast. She let out a soft moan, feeling a slight ache as he squeezed it, causing a bit of milk to spill out.

"Damn, they're so..." he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His eyes were clouded with lust as he brought his lips to her breast, sucking hard while his hand slipped into her panties, tracing slow circles around her clitoris.

"Ad... Advik..." she moaned loudly, feeling him press his hardened length against her clothed core, rubbing up and down with a slow intensity.

Advik brought his face close to hers, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss while cupping her face. She responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair.

"Say I don't love you," he murmured against her lips, pulling away just enough to leave her yearning. He nuzzled her neck, his lips trailing gentle kisses down her neck, across her chest, and along her abdomen, pausing to pay soft homage to the stretch marks she bore.

Settling between her legs, he hooked his finger around the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Yashvi lifted her legs slightly, helping him remove them fully, her body trembling with anticipation.

He breathed in her scent, closing his eyes as he savored the moment. Yashvi clutched onto the bedsheet, her eyes shut tightly, feeling every second heighten her anticipation.

He pressed a long, teasing lick over her sensitive spot before his mouth settled, drawing deep pleasure from her. Yashvi let out a loud, breathless cry, her teeth gritted as she realized how tantalizingly slow he was going.

"Suck... harder," she demanded, pushing her hips forward, desperate for more. He met her request, intensifying his rhythm, driving her to the edge as her body trembled in response. But just when she was on the brink, he pulled away, leaving her breathless, aching, and craving more.

He smirked, watching her reaction as she lay there, breathless and flushed, eyes hazy with desire. Leaning over her, he placed slow, lingering kisses along her jawline, savoring every inch of her skin. She whimpered softly, her fingers reaching up to weave through his hair, pulling him closer.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice laced with urgency and need.

He pressed his lips to hers, deeply and fervently, pulling her closer as if he needed her to breathe. His hands roamed over her body, rediscovering every curve and edge, moving with a newfound urgency. She arched into him, feeling his warmth seep into her skin, her heart pounding as he brushed his fingers along her thighs, slowly, torturously drawing her closer to him.

Her breath caught as he murmured her name, his voice thick with desire. He wrapped his arms around her, rolling her beneath him, his gaze dark and intent, leaving her feeling more exposed than ever.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his lips brushing against the hollow of her neck. His words hung in the air, making her shiver with anticipation. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with a passion she hadn't felt in months. He trailed his mouth down her body, exploring each inch, savoring her reactions.

She gasped as he teased her, his mouth and hands skilled and knowing, each sensation making her cling to him tighter. When he finally entered her, it was slow, deliberate, every movement designed to make her feel just how deeply he loved her. They moved together in perfect sync, an unspoken language between them, each motion driving them closer to the edge.

As they reached their peak, he held her gaze, his hand intertwined with hers, and whispered, "I want you to remember this-to never doubt how much I desire you."

"Will you ride me?" he asked softly, his voice thick with desire, tracing his fingers lightly down her chest. She took a shaky breath, looking into his eyes, her gaze both vulnerable and eager, and then she nodded. His lips curled into a smile as he held her waist, gently swapping their positions to let her take control.

She closed her eyes, feeling every inch of him as he filled her deeply, their movements syncing as she began to ride him slowly, savoring the way he felt. Her hands trailed down his torso, fingers grazing his abs, feeling the powerful tension coiling beneath his skin. Her breaths became shorter, her body moving instinctively with him, as he murmured her name like a prayer.

"You feel so good, Yashvi," he groaned, his hands roaming over her waist, guiding her movements with a touch that was both gentle and possessive. She leaned forward, trailing her fingers down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs and feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.

With every movement, they seemed to dissolve the space between them, emotions spilling out as freely as the passion they'd both kept restrained. He lifted his head, capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss, their breaths mingling as she responded fervently, every sense awakened. She gasped as his hands traced up her back, steadying her with a strength that made her feel both safe and wildly desired.

Their movements became faster, more urgent, the room filled with their soft moans and whispered confessions. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his as their bodies melded together perfectly, moving in a rhythm that felt like an unspoken vow, each sensation intensifying the unbreakable bond between them.

As dawn's light broke softly through the curtains, they finally slowed, basking in the aftermath, tangled in each other's arms, feeling as though they'd found each other all over again. He brushed her hair back from her damp face, his gaze tender, full of everything he hadn't yet put into words.

"Never doubt how much I love you, Yashvi," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, a vow in his touch and his eyes.

"I don't know why I behaved that way," she whispered, her fingers tracing light patterns over his chest. Months of bottled-up insecurities had finally spilled over, leaving her vulnerable. Advik, who had been doing his best to balance the weight of his responsibilities, met her gaze with a gentle smile, pulling her close until their bodies were wrapped around each other once more.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch warm and reassuring. "I hope you're not tired," he teased, the spark of desire reigniting in his eyes as he rolled his hips against hers, eliciting a breathy gasp. She let herself sink into the moment, positioning herself over him, feeling the deep, fulfilling sensation as he filled her completely. Her eyes fluttered closed as a soft, contented moan escaped her lips, her insecurities dissolving in the comfort of his embrace.

Moving in a rhythm that felt instinctive, as though their bodies were made for each other, she felt a renewed intimacy bloom between them. Advik's hands traveled across her body, his touch both comforting and exhilarating, grounding her in the present moment as she arched toward him.

"You're everything I need, Yashvi," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with an intensity that made her heart race. Every gentle movement, every shared breath, felt like a vow between them-a promise to love and cherish, through every high and low.

Their passion continued to build, every touch and caress a reminder of their connection, until they were left breathless, entwined in each other's arms. In that quiet aftermath, surrounded by the warmth of his embrace, Yashvi knew that she was loved beyond words, and for the first time in months, she felt whole.

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