“No, I’ll be going to fuck you, my little slut, and you’ll let me like the good wife you are.” And my lips were on hers again with a dark promise to keep her up all night. 

Jahnvi’s POV.

My fingers reached out to trace the soft features of his face, wanting to feel the warmth beneath my skin, but I stopped midway; instead, I just stared at him, not moving and memorizing the way his chest rose and fell. He looks so carefree, so safe sleeping beside me. He once told me he’s scared of darkness, but when I’m beside him, he sleeps with the lights off because he feels safe and protected with me. 

The silence engulfed me like a second skin, yet the weigh in my chest only grew heavier as my thoughts changed. It had been weeks- n, months of pain, the trauma, the failed IVF. The numerous hospital visits with the hope of finally getting the positive results but they told me it didn’t work, always, cracking my heart into a million pieces and I couldn’t even look him in the eye, knowing I failed again. 

But he was there.

Yuvraaj had been there, wrapping his arm around me, tightly yet gently when I thought I might loose my mind and break, he didn’t flinch when I sobbed agains his chest like a broken mess, didn’t let out a hiss and just let me crumble.