The air in the bedroom is heavy and still, muskier perfume of shared desire. A lamp on the bedside table, casting long, dancing shadows across the rumpled silk of the bedsheet. Meera lies on her side, a hand pressed to her lower belly, the delicate gold of her mangalsutra gleaming against her skin. She wears a simple, worn cotton nightie. The quiet hum of the ceiling fan does little to dispel the stifling heat or the tension that crackles in the room. Rohan stands in the doorway, having just finished his shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His eyes, dark and intense, are fixed on his wife. He watches the subtle rise and fall of her chest, the way her brows are knit with a faint discomfort. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips.
"Kya hua, meri jaan? Dard hai?" His voice is a low, velvet rumble, dripping with false concern that does nothing to hide the raw hunger beneath. He takes one slow, deliberate step into the room, then another, the sound of his bare feet on the marble floor a soft thup… thup… thup…
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