A Bonus Chapter on my birthday>>>

Posted the Prologue of the second book of the series, please read it and add your reviews 🥹🥀🚬

Do read "The Forbidden Chase To Soar" please

Aarav's pov
That fucker for sure had a death wish when he thought it was okay to bring my wife in between to rile me up.

Keeping my movements deliberate, I pushed open the door of our bedroom as quietly as I could. The first thing I plan to do is discard the blood stained shirt. It's already close to midnight and hell I hope she is asleep already. Sight of blood always seems to trigger her and I have promised I would try my best to not bring it in front of her.

To my surprise, the room was still bright. My gaze, habitually avarice-d for her sight, sauntered around the whole room since the bed was still empty.

My eyebrows were drawn together on finding her near the desk, her back facing me. In a few large calculated strides, I was aligned abutting her back, my arms finding its way around her slightly swollen belly. Her sucking on a breath at my unforeseen presence and proximity echoed in my ears; filled me with a blazing satisfaction.

I made sure that only one half of my body is embracing her, keeping the blood stain away.

"You're still awake, baby?" I glance over her shoulder, her peripheral gaze meeting me midway.

Planting my chin on her shoulder, my gaze focused on the book which was opened to the particular torn page of that illustrated rose; the same page torn by me years ago. Between her fingers, she captively held the dead wilted rose, which I preserved as a prized possession for eight long years.

"Do you mind if I keep it with me ?" She threw me a furtive glance from over her shoulder. And even in that nano second the playful glint was conspicuous.

The hand, previously caressing her belly, slithers up to seize her jaw and coerce her head to tilt on my shoulder so I could have her eyes fusing with mine. Her lips part at the sudden force while I study her visage and a diabolical smile graces the seam of my lips.

"Are you trying to provoke me, little wife ?" The octaves dropping in my voice edged to something dark, something feral. "No longer do I need a keepsake when I've possessed my desired rose, marked petal to petal, incarcerated within the sinful realms."

With every syllable my lips tease hers; a dance of mere brush, but never actually fully aligning.

With her breathing turning ragged, she holds onto my hand holding her jaw. However I gripped her other hand just as it was about to reach on my shoulder where the blood stains were.

"No touching. And keep those pretty eyes closed." I nearly growled.

"What are you__" She was already turning, halfway through her sentence. Letting out a grunt in distaste, my lips ferociously descend down on her sweet petals, diverting all her focus to the kiss than of my prior words and her eyes fall shut automatically.

Palming her hips, I accentuated her on the desk with easy reflexes. Kicking apart her knees, I tried to make a space for me to stand, only to have to push the skirt above too since the damn fabric was working like a hindrance.

Her sweet, almost whisper-like, moan resonates between the kiss that sent a jolt straight to my little buddy at south.

"Hands on either side and make sure your eyes are shut." Goosebumps evidently line her skin under my massaging palm on her bare thigh. "Otherwise I'm damn sure that the reality of having you blindfolded would be a lot better than the one I pictured in my head."

As if possessed in the wicked allure, her body complied even before her mind could fully comprehend my words.

I take a step back, my incendiary thronged eyes moving across her frame draped in that flimsy spaghetti strap blouse and thigh-high slit skirt. The material fitting on her almost got me jealous.

Only Satan knows how I still have some ounce of sanity left ? Watching her draped in red like a sacred rose, skin all the way flush for the devil, willingly succumbing in my sinful arms, awakens all kinds of corrupt desires.

My fingers flatten on her ribs, thumb stroking the sternum through the fabric, occasionally yet deliberately brushing the underside of the heaving swells. Her palm lurched forward to clasp my wrist though it retreated soon after I grumbled in denial.

In between, my other hand slips on her back, feeling her bare muscles twitch under the sensual moves as I took my time before pulling on the strings. The blouse loosen around her chest, baring half of her breasts.

My eyes gleamed darkly, watching her reaction up close as I pinched on the delicate bud; her head falling back as those sacred lips moaned the devil's name.

"This dress_" I managed to husk out the words, not wanting to retreat my lips from the heaving curve while my tongue made its way to places where I'll be latching my whole mouth next. "_wear such ones more often."

Caressing the stretch marks on her belly- the sign of her scintillating strength, my hand skids down to clasp on her thighs. I earn a louder moan when my fingers tease the soft yet damp fabric virtue-ing the most sensitive part of her.

"Tell me you want it ?"

"Aah-rav," She moans, helplessly quivering while I quicken my movements, my fingers already invading her wetness. "Please."

Regardless of the word falling from her lips, it was my entire being begging for her.

Just with a light pressured tug the damp hindering fabric ripped off simultaneously my pants got unzipped. Her eyes flew open and a loud gasp vented past her lips- due to the sight of the crimson stain or because how deep I filled her abruptly, I didn't ponder to pinpoint.

Finding my way to squeeze her handful derrières, I shoved her body further to me, only to have her arch against me. Inadvertently she throws her leg around my hips, allowing me better access to the depth hilt.

Sneakily glancing at the blood stain in between her pants, fear morphs her already pleasure contoured face. I smirk at her reaction, my strokes- firm and purposeful, intensified while I drove us to our high. Her eyes roll back as she scatters in my arms, raw vulnerability washing over her.

Beautifully vulnerable and so fucking mine. Even her fears belong to me. Withering and thriving all for me.

I push away the sticking tendrils out of her face, simultaneously wiping the sweat beads, "My precious precious wife."

Finding her gaze, every now and then, flickering to the blood stain, I curse that fucker in my head and discard the shirt off with force, the buttons falling on the floor just after.

"Was_was that your blood ?" The barefaced worry in her voice filled the twisted part with wicked satisfaction.

"No sweetheart," I planted a chaste kiss on her temple, letting her exhausted body nestle against mine.

"But why ?"

Tipping her face up, I allow her a moment to witness the unfiltered crazed gleam clouding my charcoal orbs.

"Junoon jab rooh qaid karne ki ho to had to paar hongi hi. Aur jo had paar kar jae wo junoon jala deta hai. Aur yahan to jalna bhi manjoor hai aur janala bhi."

(When there is madness to incarcerate the soul, then the limits have to be crossed. And the madness that crosses its limit burns. And here getting burned is admissible and so is burning others.)

He was just another man being tortured in Singh's basement and another day for me to enjoy the show.

Doesn't matter if I haven't killed yet, but I do watch. Like how today I nearly beat that low life fucker for talking shit about my wife. And then closely watched the enticing scene of how his face twitched as life eluded from his wasteful existence.

The trails of bites on her skin tandem to the soft stroking on her belly were enough to distract her, "And you my sweetheart wife, you and our little sweetheart don't have to worry about it."

Her breaths came in soft gasps when my artwork on her neck turned frantic. Grabbing the moment, my hands worked skillfully in baring every single cloth article from her body and then mine.

In the next moment her body was attached to mine in all ways possible, legs serpentined around my waist whereas I balanced her through her hips as my palm skidded all over her spine. Our lips moulded like our body while I swallowed her cries. She continued clinging even after I softly descended her on the bed.

Trailing my lips from the dip of her neck, lowering through her sternum to finally stop on her belly and lingering longer.

"Can't wait to have you in my arms, little sweetheart." Despite watching me through lowered lashes, a smile swirled on her lips.

Holding Aarshik in my shaking arms is one of my imprinted valuable memories. And I can't wait to experience that again. To welcome Arshu's second sibling.

Her smile dropped almost instantly as she unpuzzled the look in my eyes once my gaze raised to meet hers, "You can take me for one more time. Right, baby ?"

Running my knuckles from the side of her belly, my fingers dig into her hip bone just as her nails dig into my shoulder and she throws her head back on the pillow.

She withers under me however I keep her in place, my palm flat between her breasts. They seem fuller than from her last pregnancy.

"Spread those pretty legs of yours wider for your husband, Honey-eye."

A cry louder than all I heard tonight resonates in our soundproof room as my tongue attaches to the direct source of the honey nectar. Her body twists and turns and all I do is to provide her shaking legs a shoulder to lean on like a good husband.

Engrossed in devouring my sweet wife, I paid no heed to the faint noise of interruption. Not until my wife kicked me so hard that almost got me lading off the bed.

It took me a moment and considering the soft knocks I realised it is Aarshik on the door.

"Fuck!" Swearing out loud, I rolled off the bed before throwing open the lower cabinet of the nightstand. Handing one of my shirts and shorts to her, I pulled on one myself. These are the clothes we both keep for emergencies like this. Which mostly counts of our dear son acting like a cockblocker.

The door opens slightly and I clear my throat upon finding dad standing there. And then I felt a tug at my sweats and the innocent look in our sweetheart son's eyes was all required to melt away the initial frustration.

"Dad," crouching lower, I effortlessly picked up his little frame in my arms.

Dad cleared his throat to drag my attention. "Your mom has caught a cold. It would be better for Aarshik to not sleep there tonight."

And as if sensing my thoughts, dad interrupted before I could speak, "Check on her in the morning. She has finally fallen asleep."

I gave a nod, however I didn't retreat since I sensed dad was hesitating to say something.

"You're coming tomorrow, right ?"

His words were followed by a moment of silence, followed by a nod from me. Upon getting my positive response, he tries to mask his relief as he kisses Aarshik good night.

It's been years since I started attending Mrs. Ober- Maa's death anniversary. Although it doesn't stop dad from asking the same question every year as if afraid that I would bail on again.

Latching the door, I reached back to my wife who was already dozing off. Aarshik's gaze lingered on his mom for a moment and then shifted to me as he let out a giggle. The shirt on her frame has rode up, exposing her five month old pregnant belly.

Wiggling out of my arms, he rounded the room only to run to his mom after picking one of her lipstick from the dressing.

Watching his focussed yet excitement thronged expression, I walked closer to see what he was doodling. A warm feeling fills me in at the sight of the gibberish smiling drawn around her belly. Satiated by his artwork, Aarshik finally looks at me with a cheshire grin.

I climbed on the bed and pulled him on my lap and soft giggles elicited from him as I smothered his face with soft pecks.

"Be like your mom, sweetheart- easy to love. Not like your dad- easy to loath."

His curious gaze searches my face and before I get a chance to continue, a pillow comes flying across my face.

"If you're going to bad mouth my husband in front of our kids, get yourself a place to sleep in the living room."

Her voice was groggy while she glared at me with those half opened eyes. My hands were instantly raised in surrender, not wanting to spend a night away from my wife and our children.

While pregnant with Aarshik, she had been moody throughout and used to kick me off if I tried to take forward the innocent touches to something intense. Nonetheless, this time she herself has been all tactile and demanding, relieving me from the torturous cold showers.

And I've been taking delight in every moment of it, while taking care of her like the way she deserves.

Aarshik continued to play around for some time and eventually dozed off, snuggling to his mom. Switching off the lights, I let the bedside yellow lamp lit. Then I kissed both my sweethearts goodnight, trailing to our little sweetheart in her or his mum's belly.

The next four months rolled on with every moment feeling like a million. And as the day finally arrived, I found myself as restless and anxious as the first time.

Last time the doctor had the audacity to push me out once I began panicking at the sight of my Honey-eye lying motionless.

Despite my fights unfolding, I had to stand outside the ward, forced to hear my Honey-eye screaming in pain, with me being robbed of the chance to at least stand by her side.

I had Aarshik in my arms as I paced back and forth outside, my pulse practically audible in my ears. It felt like every single cell in my body was frozen within icebergs when I began taking steps inside upon finally getting the doctor's signal.

Unlike last time when she lay unconscious, this time she sat smiling with our daughter in her arms. Aarshik jumped out of my arms, dashing towards his mother and little sister.

The moisture brimming in my eyes didn't get me as taken aback as I approached the reasons for my existence. Planting a kiss on my wife's forehead, I took our precious daughter in my arms, afraid I'll hurt or break her fragile exquisite form.

The stupid organ behind my ribs nearly leaped out when she opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze feeling like a replica of my own.

"Our precious Aarvika," she whispered, her warm gaze fixated on us. Aarshik squealed at finally getting a name to denote his sister, peering at her with utmost care.

And all these moments are enough to make eternity feel worth every second spent in darkness to prevail this serenity from light.

Chapter Words- 2558

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I've tried writing such intense scene of copulation, so please don't judge and hope you enjoyed....

Signing off
~T.R