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Author's Pov

“Where is your limping husband?” James asked while coming inside through the main door.

Samriddhi gasped upon hearing his remarks and scolded him.

“James, he is your brother….”

“Yeah, another idiot.” James cut her off. “You should be sympathetic to me because I have idiots in the form of brothers. I always thought he was better than Richard, but to my disappointment, he is worse than him.”

Samriddhi shook her head while smiling. Well aware of these brothers' tactics to tease each other.

“He is in the gym…..”

“That fucker needs to rest.” James cut her off, and without listening to her, he stormed towards the gym while blabbering. “He hardly recovered. Does he have any bodybuilding tournaments that he is doing again in the gym? He and his bloody fitness freak ass.”

When he barged into the gym while cussing Henry, He saw a physiotherapist helping him with the exercises for his hand and leg’s betterment.

Seeing James, Henry dismissed the therapist and stood up to meet James.

“How are you holding up?” James asked directly.

“A lot better and will get back on track soon.” Henry replied.

“Good.” James mumbled, then started scolding him. “And don't ever do such stupidity again…”

“James, my wife's life was at stake, and if Anna was at her place, then you would have done the same.” Henry cut him off, and James shut his mouth, understanding his point. “By the way, Smith told me that you took the person who sabotaged her car from my security. Where is he?” Henry asked.

“Where he has to be.” James just gave a plain answer.

“What do you mean?” Henry questioned. “Is he in police custody?”

“I took care of him, and he will never bother us again.” James replied, and Henry just nodded. “Take care…”

“Have breakfast with us.” Henry cut him off.

“Maybe another time. I have an important meeting.” James replied and left.

Everything came back to normal again. Both resumed their work as well. Months passed.

Today is Raksha Bandhan, and as a ritual they set, everyone came to their mansion for a celebration. Hannah never forgets to come on this day; she came directly from DC.

Since last year, they have had a new addition. Noor ties Rakhi to Henry, as he gives her protection like a big brother, and also to James and Richard.

Samriddhi was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Henry came into the kitchen. All the maids left when he entered.

"Tu es magnifique, mon amour, mais tu seras plus belle en saree." He whispered in her ear while hugging her from behind.

"Translate please." She giggled.

"You are looking gorgeous, my love, but you look more beautiful in a saree." He replied.

"I wore that once, and that's enough." She replied, and he pouted. "Am I not looking good in a suit?" She asked.

"You always look breathtaking in every outfit." He replied, kissing her cheek.
"Now leave me and let me do my work." She said that while getting free from his hold.
Everyone came, and they were about to start, but Samriddhi stopped them.
"What happened?" Namrita asked.
"I am waiting for someone." She replied.
"Who?" Hannah asked.
"There he is." She said, looking in his direction.
"You call me Madam?" Dorian asked.
"Yes, please have a seat, Dorian," Henry said.
"How can I, sir?" He hesitated.
"You are not on duty today. You are our guest. Have a seat." Samriddhi said. "Today is Raksha Bandhan. A festival celebrated by brothers and sisters. Sister tied this thread around Brother's wrist, and Brother promised her to protect her and be there for her." She said, "And Mr. Dorian, you did and are still doing the same, so may I tie this Rakhi to you?" She asked.
"Thanks for even considering me as your brother, madam. I will be honored to have a sister like you." Dorian replied happily, and they started celebrating.
When they all exchanged gifts, Dorian said, "I didn't know about that. I am sorry, I didn't buy anything for you."
"There is no need." She replied, smiling.
"Choti Mumma I have no one." Ewan pouted, and everyone smiled.
"Who said that?" Noor said. "Aarna is going to tie Rakhi to her big brother."
"Really?" he asked excitedly.
"But be careful, boy. This is a big responsibility." James warned him.
"I will lobe Hal (love her) the same you do to Chotti Mumma." Ewan said, and everyone was aww-stuck at his cuteness.
Noor helped Aarna tie Rakhi around Ewan's wrist. He was so happy to finally have a little sister.
After breakfast, everyone left for their respective jobs.
In the evening, after coming back from work, Dorian gave her chocolates and said, "I don't know much, but I know one thing: you love chocolates. Please accept it as my gift."
"Thank you, Dorian." She accepts it, smiling.
Just like this, Samriddhi is counting the days before going back to India. She is super excited to finally go after years. She already started designing her dresses with Nadia, as only 3 months are left and they will leave in December.
Today is Sunday, and as per their weekends, Henry is cooking in the kitchen.
She came downstairs and stood in the doorway of the kitchen when she saw him cooking, and that too shirtless.

Her heart skipped a beat seeing her handsome, hot husband cooking.

"Morning Handsome." She greeted him while leaning on the door frame.

He turned while saying, "Morning Tigr..." but stopped seeing her only in his shirt. She looks so fucking hot that he gets hard just by looking at her.

While she is just looking at him, smirking. He gulped, seeing his hot wife.

"What is for breakfast?" She asked innocently.

"Baking your favorite bread, brownies, and cookies. With an omelet and croissant." He replied. "Wanna eat doughnuts?" He asked.

"No. But let's make stuffed pancakes too, and some garlic bread."

"Sure," he replied, smiling.

"Let me help you." She said that while standing between him and the kitchen slab. Her back is facing his front.

"Let's knead the dough." He replied and started kneading with her.

He is holding her hands and guiding her while her attention is not on kneading but on his hot breath that is fanning on her neck and the veins of his arms popping up, which are looking so damn sexy as he moves his hand every time.

After that accident, he becomes a little thinner, but after recovery, he gets back to his old form. His workouts in the gym paid off well.

"Focus." He whispered, biting her earlobe, and she gasped in pleasure.

"I am." She breathed out while their fingers were intertwined together.

"Stop distracting me." He rasped, and she threw her head back, giving him the full view of her swan-like neck filled with his marks.

"You are distracting me." She said this while taking deep breaths, and his lips landed on her tender neck. Sucking and biting her already-marked neck.

"Am I? What about what you are doing to me?" He asked, pushing himself onto her, and she felt his hard-on.

She pleaded, "Hann, take me..."

"No." He cut her off. "We need to eat first." He replied, stepping away from her, and she pouted.

He chuckled and resumed his work, but she was not missing any chance to seduce him.

Whatever he is doing, she just goes to him and starts helping him, more precisely distracting him.

They somehow completed every task, but the cookie and croissant are still baking in the oven, and he started making the batter for the cake.

"Cake?" She questioned.

"Hmmm. I'm thinking of making it for tonight's dessert." He said that, and she again stood in front of him like a child and started making the batter with him. Then the oven signals that the cookies and croissants are cooked.

"Keep stirring this batter; I'll get them out." He said that, and she nodded.

He came back and joined her. "Check the sugar to see if it's okay." She said that while dipping her finger in the batter, a mischievous thought came into his mind. He brushed her hair to one side, then held her wrist and spread that batter on her neck.

She bites her lower lip to suppress her moan when he licks that batter with his hot tongue and then bites there while her core is pulsating in need and dripping, begging for his touch.

"Sugar is perfect." He said that, and she turned to face him.

"Let me taste it too." She whispered while spreading batter on his chest without breaking eye contact with him.

He took his lower lip between his teeth while smiling. She licked it seductively and then took his nipple between her lips.

"Fuckkk!!!" He growled, and she left it with a pop sound. Henry fisted a bunch of her hair and smashed his lips on her. He kissed her while licking the batter on her lips.

"Aren't you still sore from last night?" He asked in a husky voice after breaking their kiss.

"I want a baby husband," she replied while claiming his lips again. They parted ways when their lungs started burning in need of oxygen.

Both are taking deep breaths to catch their breath. "Let's put this batter in the oven." He said that while leaving her to take deep breaths. "Now, till it bakes, we have 30 to 40 minutes…."

She didn't let him complete and went to him, turning him, holding his arms, and again capturing his lips. His hands are roaming her curves while she is chewing his lips in that wild kiss, and her fingers are lost in his curls.

He let her dominate the kiss, hoisted her up in his arms, and made her sit on the kitchen counter.

Leaving her lips, he trailed kisses from her jaw to her shoulder blades. She arched her neck to give him more access.

His one hand is fisting her hair, and the other is resting on her bare thighs. He started sliding it upwards when he reached her wet core, and then he realized that she was not wearing anything underneath this shirt.

He pulled her hair a little and pinched her soft bud.

"Sssssssss....Hannnnnnn." She hissed and moaned in pleasure and pain at the same time.

"You are becoming so naughty." He rasped while spreading her legs wide and slapping her womanhood.

"Ohhh shittttttt." She cried.

"No undergarments at all?" He asked while touching her everywhere, except where she wanted more.

"Hann, please!!" She pleaded while closing her eyes.

"Please what?" He asked, pinching her lower lips.

"Hannnnn Ahhhh..." She arched her back, and he chuckled.

She straightens herself and looks straight into his eyes while pushing his sweatpants. "Fuck me and make me pregnant with your baby."

He pushed her, made her lie on her back, and tore her shirt apart, revealing her body shining with his marks. He hovered above her and claimed her lips while invading her warmth in one trust.

Her nails dug into his back and roamed on his muscular back while he was thrusting deeper and harder.

The whole house is filled with their moans and grunts. Thank God it's Sunday and no servant came on the weekends.

"Hannnnn......ohhh.....Godd.....Yess....like........that......baby.....yeah......right....there.........harder....love......      Ummmmmmm." She is a moaning mess.

While he is grunting, growling, and thrusting deep inside her.

"Fuckkkkk..tigress.......aaghhhhh...so...fucking tight..you..are so beautiful.......fuck. You are feeling so good."

Both cum together, and by the time their cake is also baked,.

They had breakfast and had many other rounds later.

They are trying for a baby now, and since that day, she has been more excited about their intimacy. She never missed a chance.

The festival season came, and they had a blast, like every year.

Now only a few weeks are left to go to India, and Henry has to wrap up so much work before leaving.

So he is always late at night and leaves early in the morning.

She woke up and saw the same note saying, ''I had my breakfast and will be late at night."

She huffed and got up from the bed to get ready, but suddenly felt a blackout in front of her eyes, and she felt dizzy.

She sits back again on the bed, holding her head, and suddenly her gut feels like throwing up.

She instantly ran inside the bathroom and emptied her stomach.

She came out and first checked her temperature, which was normal.

She comes downstairs after getting a bath, and after doing her morning prayers, she goes to the kitchen.

"Morning, Mrs. Brown." Mrs. Jones greets her.

"Morning Mrs......" Then a strong smell of eggs twisted her stomach, and she scrunched her nose with that disgusted smell and asked, covering her nose with her palms. "What is this disgusting smell?"

But before Mrs. Jones could say anything, she ran to vomit again.

She came back again after emptying her already empty stomach and asked for lemonade.

"Are you alright?" Mrs. Jones asked, worried.

"Yeah, I am. I think I had too much street food last night." She replied, sipping her lemonade. "I checked, and the temperature is normal. Thank God there is no fever, but I am afraid that it might not be food poisoning."

"Then take some rest today, and I'll call the doctor..."

"No, no, Mrs. Jones." She cut her off. "I can't take leave as I need holidays for our India visit. I will see a doctor on my way to the office." She said that while getting up because, at this time, she doesn't want to fall sick when only a few weeks are left to go to India after years.

"And breakfast?" Mrs.Jones asked.

"I am not feeling like I have it." She replied and left.

She went to the doctor first, and she told him about her symptoms. The doctor also did some tests on her.

"It wasn't food poisoning." The doctor said:.

"Something more serious?" She asked, terrified.

"Kind off......"

"Am I dying?" She cut the doctor off in fear.

"No." The doctor couldn't help but chuckle. "Congratulations..........."

"You are congratulating me for dying, doctor?" She cut him off again.

"You are pregnant, Mrs. Brown." The doctor informed her, but she was on another tangent.

"How much time do I have?" She didn't pay attention to the doctor's words at all.

"9 months." The doctor laughed.

"Just 9........"

"Well, that's what the maximum baby took."  The doctor cut her off, and then she realized it when she heard the word baby.

"Baby?" She comes back to her senses.

"Yes, congratulations, Mrs. Brown."

"Am I pregnant?" She gasped in surprise.

"Yes. You are." The doctor chuckled.

"Thank you, doctor." She thanked him with moist eyes.

"I'll advise you to consult a gynecologist."

"I will, doctor." She replied happily and left.

She took out her phone and was about to dial his number to give him the good news, but stopped.

"Not like this. I will tell him when he will be in front of my eyes. I want to see his reaction." She mumbled while caressing her belly and then talked to the baby, "Right baby." She giggled and went to work.

The whole time, a smile was not ready to leave her lips. She wanted to share with everyone, but not before Henry. She wants to tell him first.

After work, she called him, "Hi Hann, when will you be home?" She asked.

"I don't know love. I'll be late." He replied.

"Ok. I'll be waiting for you." She answered.

"Bye."

"Bye." She cut the call, and after reaching home, the first thing she started was making a cake.

Well, it's good news, and good news can never be told without sweets.

"What's the occasion?" Mrs. Jones asked.

"I just want to eat cake." She replied casually and resumed her work.

After dinner, Mrs. Jones left, and only Dorian was left. Dorina and Kal were playing, and she didn't know when sleep consumed her.

Henry came home after midnight and saw her sleeping on the couch. He smiled, seeing her sleeping cutely.

He kissed her forehead and carried her upstairs in bridal style to their room.

"Hann!" Her sleep broke when he tucked her into bed.

"Sleep tigress....."

She cut him off in her sleepy voice. "I want tel..."

He cut her off while caressing her head. "Sleep, baby, we will talk in the morning. I have an important video conference to attend." He kissed her forehead again and went to his studies.

She was also feeling tired, so she didn't know when she closed her eyes again.

The next morning, she woke up again with the same note, groaned in frustration, and dialed his number.

"You left again without meeting me?" She asked directly in a bit of a pissed tone.

"I wrote......"

"SHUT UP! Last night you said we would talk in the morning, and now you left without even meeting me." She complained.

"Tigress, are you on your days?" He asked after hearing her words, as it was not her normal tone.

"I hate you." She cut the call.

But the morning sickness hit her again, and she ran to the bathroom.

"He is not here, then what? We will go to him. Right baby?" She mumbled while caressing her belly and got ready instantly. "I will have breakfast with Henry, Mrs. Jones." She said that to her, and she packed the cake.

She reached his office and was just stepping out of the elevator when she saw he was coming out of his cabin in a hurry while dialing his phone, and then his eyes landed on her.

"Hey! You are here. I was about to call you to tell you that I am leaving."

"Where?" She asked with gritted teeth, and he frowned.

"L.A.........."

"Why?" She cut him off, and her behavior is making Henry confused.

He asked what came to mind first. "You want my signature…."

"Is THAT THE ONLY REASON WHY I CAME HERE? CAN'T I COME TO MEET MY HUSBAND?" She cut him off, and Henry's mouth hung open. He is wondering if she is really his wife. "DON'T NEED TO COME BACK HOME AT ALL AND STAY IN L.A." She said in a scolding tone while handing him a file containing her pregnancy reports and the box in which the cake was.

She stormed back in anger and told Dorian while sitting in the car, "Dorian, drive and don't need to stop the car for anyone."

Dorian frowned but drove away.

On the other hand, Henry is confused. "Smith, I am signing the papers; please send them to the bank." He brushed it off, thinking that she was on her period.

But the moment he opened that file, he gasped in surprise, seeing her pregnancy reports.

"Oh, my God!!" He exclaimed happily and opened the other box.

Seeing the cake and reports, he said to Smith, "Cancel everything," and he ran after her, calling her like a madman, and the whole office was looking at him like he had grown horns.

"Tigress!!!! Tigress!!!!!!"

But by the time he came out, her car was already gone. He called them, but they didn't stop.