Ranvijay didn’t wait for her to respond—he simply pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in the warmth she always seemed to find solace in. His hands moved gently over her back, steady and reassuring.
"Calm down, biwi," he murmured against her hair, his voice softer now. Slowly, her sobs began to subside, though the weight in her chest remained.
After a moment, he pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears. His sharp eyes studied her intently, a mixture of concern and playful curiosity flickering in them.
"So tell me, what heinous crime have I committed this time?" he asked, tilting his head. "Did I forget to text you? Did I breathe wrong? Or did you finally realize I leave the toothpaste cap open?"
Sanyukta sniffled, her lips trembling as fresh tears welled up. "You always hurt me, Ranvijay. You always make me cry..."
He exhaled, shaking his head. "Wow. That’s a serious allegation, Mrs. Ranvijay. Do I get to defend myself, or is this one of those cases where the verdict is already decided and I just accept my punishment?"
She pouted, her wet eyelashes making her look heartbreakingly vulnerable. "Aap hamesha aisa kyun karte ho mere saath?"
He sighed dramatically. "Biwi, agar tumhe hurt karna mera passion hota na, toh main lawyer nahi, screenwriter hota. Because clearly, this is some tragic film I’ve unknowingly signed up for."
She shot him a glare, but he could see the flicker of reluctant amusement in her eyes.
His voice softened as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sanyukta, mujhe sach mein samajh nahi aa raha maine kya kiya hai. Bata na, please?"
His sincerity made her throat tighten. No matter how exasperating he could be, he always cared enough to listen. And despite her anger, despite her pain, she knew one thing for sure—Ranvijay was hers, and he wasn’t going anywhere.
"Abey yaar… maine kiya kya hai, Sanyukta? I have no clue!" Ranvijay ran a frustrated hand through his hair, his confusion evident.
"Bata na, ab kyu hurt hui hai tu? Everything was fine between us before I left for Delhi… ab achanak se kya ho gaya?" His sharp gaze searched her face for an answer, but all he found was hesitation, pain lingering behind her teary eyes.
Sanyukta took a shaky breath before asking, "Are you still upset with me? For the things I said that day… about Avu and us?"
Ranvijay stilled, his brows furrowing before he shook his head. "Nahi… we settled that long ago." His voice was steady, his fingers finding hers as he held her hand between his, his thumb running gentle circles over her palm in reassurance. "You know that."
She exhaled, but the heaviness in her chest remained. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly. "Then why are you taking that promise so seriously?" Her voice was almost a whisper, yet the weight of her words echoed in the silence. "The one about not having a baby…"
Ranvijay's body tensed. His fingers, which had been soothingly caressing her palm, stilled. A deep sigh escaped him, as if she had touched a nerve he had been trying to ignore. His grip loosened unconsciously, his silence stretching between them.
But this time, Sanyukta didn’t let go.
She clutched his hand firmly, her heart pounding against her ribs. "Ranvijay," she murmured, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Talk to me."
He looked away for a moment, his jaw tightening. This wasn’t something he could brush off with sarcasm or wit. This was something that sat heavy on his soul—something he had convinced himself was for the best.
And now, she was forcing him to confront it.
"Avu is my son, and I love him more than anything." Ranvijay's voice was firm, yet there was a vulnerability in his eyes that he rarely let show. "But I can't take the risk of having another child. I don’t want anything to change between me and him. I don’t want any differences… and certainly not when it comes to inheritance."
Sanyukta felt a sharp pang in her chest. "I never thought you'd say something like this, Ranvijay." Her voice wavered with hurt. "That you’d think Avu would feel different… not after everything."
Ranvijay exhaled, rubbing his temple as if struggling to find the right words. "It’s not that simple, Sanyukta." He glanced at her, his expression conflicted. "Avu and I… we didn’t have to force anything. It just happened. He accepted me as his father, and I accepted him as my son. There was no fight, no struggle… just pure, unspoken understanding."
Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice.
"Then why are you afraid?" she asked softly.
Ranvijay let out a deep breath. "Because things are perfect as they are. And I’ve seen how life works, Sanyukta. A biological child—our child—could change things in ways we can’t predict. Not because of us, but because of how the world sees things, how people talk, how doubts creep in where they never existed before."
She shook her head. "Ranvijay, Avu loves you. You love him. No one—not society, not inheritance, not blood—can change that."
"I want to believe that," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But I can't take that chance. I can't risk anything coming between me and him. I can’t bear the thought of him ever feeling like he’s not enough for me."
Sanyukta felt a lump rise in her throat. She had known Ranvijay loved Avu—had seen it in every little moment, in the way he protected him, in the way he looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. But this… this was deeper.
"You think having another child would make him feel less than?" she whispered.
Ranvijay hesitated, then nodded slightly. "Not because I’d love him any less, but because the world has a way of making things complicated. And I don’t want Avu to ever feel like he has to compete for my love."
Sanyukta reached out, taking his hand in both of hers. "You’re underestimating Avu, Ranvijay. He’s your son. He knows your heart."
Ranvijay looked at her, searching for something in her gaze, something that could ease the weight in his chest.
"I didn’t mean to hurt you the other day," she murmured. "I know how much you love Avu. And I’ve never doubted your bond with him."
"I know," he said instantly, squeezing her hand. "This isn’t about you or Avu not being enough. It’s about me not wanting to do anything that could change what we have."
A heavy silence settled between them before she finally spoke. "But what if, someday, I still want another child?"
Ranvijay closed his eyes briefly before exhaling. "Then we’ll talk about it when the time is right. But for now, let’s just focus on us. On Avu. We’ve barely started this new life together, Sanyukta. I don’t want this to come between us."
She nodded slowly, even as her heart ached. "I won’t bring it up again," she whispered. "But one day, I’ll make you understand. I won’t stop hoping for that."
Ranvijay cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "Just don’t let this become something that separates us, okay? We have so much ahead of us. So much more than just this."
She forced a small smile. "I know. But one day, Ranvijay… one day, we will have our child. I won’t give up on that."
He sighed, her words settling between them like an unspoken challenge. "We’ll see."
As they sat there in silence, wrapped in each other's presence, Sanyukta knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation.
One day, she would make him see.
That love didn’t divide—it only grew.
"Ab hate kuch kam hui ya abhi bhi kuch baaki hai?" Ranvijay teased, tilting her face up with his fingers, making her pout involuntarily.
Sanyukta narrowed her eyes. "Kuch aur bhi hai," she mumbled, her voice laced with complaint.
Ranvijay snickered. "Aur kya hai, biwi? Batao, mujhe ek aur gunaah sunna hai apne khilaf?"
She took a deep breath, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally asked, "Who is Mishka?"
Ranvijay blinked, then let out an amused chuckle. "Bas yahi baat reh gayi thi." He leaned back, stretching lazily. "Friend hai."
Sanyukta folded her arms, unimpressed. "Of course, aisi ‘friend’ jo aapke liye ghar ka khana laaye, jise aap restaurant le jaayein, aur jo aapse badtameezi bhi kar sake?" She huffed.
Ranvijay’s smirk deepened. "Toh sun li tumne humari baatein?" He nodded knowingly. "Aur tabhi phone nahi uthaya mera, huh ?"
Sanyukta pursed her lips, pushing his hand away when he tried to hold her. Ranvijay just laughed, clearly enjoying her jealousy.
"Aap bata rahe hain ya nahi, Ranvijay?!" She snapped, growing more irritated by his nonchalance.
Ranvijay sighed dramatically. "Biwi, tum mujhe criminal lawyer se CID agent banane ka pura plan bana chuki ho, haan? Itni investigation toh main court ke cases mein bhi nahi karta."
She shot him a glare. "RANVIJAY!"
Ranvijay smirked, arms crossed as he watched Sanyukta’s shoulders finally relax. “Mishka shaadi-shuda hai, do bacche hain. Aur details chahiye ya bas itna hi kaafi hai?”
Sanyukta let out a small sigh of relief, nodding.
Ranvijay pinched her nose playfully. “Toh jalna, ruthna, aur shikayatein ab thodi kam hui ya aur bhi kuch baaki hai?”
She pouted, swatting his hand away. “Main jali nahi thi! Bas... bas curiosity thi.”
Ranvijay gave her a knowing look, his smirk deepening. "Haan haan, bilkul. Jaise main Supreme Court ka judge hoon."
Sanyukta huffed, lightly smacking his arm. “Kya hai! Aate hi pareshan karna zaroori hai kya?”
Ranvijay sighed dramatically. “Biwi ho meri. Pareshan karna toh haq banta hai.”
Chuckling, he turned to Avu, his expression instantly softening. He leaned down and pressed a series of playful kisses to Avu’s chubby cheek, cuddling the little boy close. Avu let out an adorable sleepy sigh, his tiny fingers curling against Ranvijay’s chest.
Sanyukta shook her head, smiling at the sight before spreading a towel over the chair and switching off the lights. She slipped into bed, the weight in her heart finally lifting.
She poked his arm, snuggling closer. “Hug karke sona hai.”
Ranvijay snickered, eyes still closed. “Maine apna cuddle partner dhundh liya hai. Tu apna pillow hug karke so ja. Faltu ka shak karti hai.”
Sanyukta narrowed her eyes, but her lips twitched in amusement. “Itna handsome pati hai mera... kisi ka bhi dil aa sakta hai. Toh thoda alert rehna toh banta hai.” She traced lazy circles on his arm. “Aur waise bhi, mujhe kabhi doubt nahi hua aap par.”
Ranvijay scoffed, barely biting back a smile. “Mujhe ab bhi teri reasoning par bharosa nahi hai. Jyada buttering karke baat mat ghumaa.”
Sanyukta giggled, shifting closer. “Isme buttering kya hai? Ye toh fact hai ki mere pati damn hot aur handsome hain.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder as he lay on his side, facing Avu.
Ranvijay hummed, his smirk softening as Sanyukta placed soft kisses on his cheek and the side of his head. She shifted back slightly, cupping his face, her thumb gently caressing his jaw.
“I missed you a lot,” she murmured before pressing a soft peck on his lips.
Ranvijay finally opened his eyes, shifting his head onto his folded arm as he gazed at her intently. His unwavering stare made Sanyukta’s cheeks flush slightly.
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Kya dekh rahe hai?” she whispered, tapping his chin.
Ranvijay smirked. “Yahi ki shakal ke saath akal hona bhi bohot zaroori hai... jo tere paas nahi hai.”
Sanyukta’s jaw dropped. “Aapko lagta hai ki mere paas akal nahi hai?” She poked his chest.
Sanyukta rolled her eyes. “Aapke lagne se kuch nahi hota! I know what I have.” She squeezed his cheek teasingly.
Ranvijay’s smirk widened. “Mere lagne se kya hota hai, dikhau?”
Before she could react, he rolled her down under him, pressing her back against the mattress. Sanyukta gasped, wide-eyed, as his hands pinned hers beside her head.
Sanyukta winced softly, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips as Ranvijay's fingers pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her night shirt .
The sensation sent a jolt through her , a mix of pain and pleasure that made her grip his wrist instinctively.
Her touch was firm , yet trembling, as if caught between pulling him closer and pushing him away .
Ranvijay's hand cupped her breast, his palm warm and possessive against her soft flesh . She could feel the weight of his desires in the way he held her , his touch tender yet demanding.
With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton her night shirt, each button undone revealing more of her skin .
Sanyukta's eyes fluttered shut , her head titling to the side as a shiver ran down her spine . Her grip of his wrist tightened as he pushed the fabric aside , exposing her bare breasts.
Ranvijay groaned , his voice low and rough with need as he took in the sight of her . Her breasts were full , her nipples erect and begging for his attention.
Without hesitation he dipped his head , capturing her left nipple in his mouth with a hunger that left her breathless.
"Ahhhh..." A soft moan escaped her lips , her fingers tangling in his hair , urging him closer . Her back arched instinctively, pressing herself deeper into his embrace as he sucked harder, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh .
"Ummmhhh ...." She gasped her voice a mixture of pleaseure and pain . Her fingers clenched in his hair as he teased her nipple with his teeth , the sharp sensation sending waves of heat through her body .
Ranvijay's free hand moved to her other breast, squeezing gently at first , then with more pressure, eliciting a sharp jerk of her body .
Sanyukta mewled softly, her voice trembling like a kitten's , her legs shifting restlessly beneath him .
Tears welled in her eyes as he bit down on her nipple , the sting of pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure he was coaxing from her .
"Ranvijayyyy ...." She whimpered , her voice breaking.. "It hurts ..."but even as she protested, her body betrayed her , arching into his touch , craving more .
Ranvijay's thumb and forefinger found her other nipple, pinching it gently before applying more pressure. A small bead of milk formed at the tip , and he smirked against her skin , clearly pleased by her reaction.
Sanyukta's thing clenched tightly, her knees pulling up as she pressed her foot into the mattress, seeking some control .
She reached up to cup his face , her fingers trembling as she tried to push him away , to ease the intensity of his touch .
But Ranvijay was relentless, pinning her hand to the mattress with ease . He released her nipple from her mouth , only to shift his attention to the tener flesh of her breast, biting down just hard enough to make her cry out .
The pain was sharp , but fleeting, as he soothed the mark with his tongue, his touch turning gentle once more .
His mouth moved to her other breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple before taking it in his mouth .
Sanyukta's breath hitched , her body trembling beneath him as he lavished her with attention, alternating between gentle licks and sharp bites .
The duality of his touch left her reeling , caught in a whirlwind of sensations that she could neither escape nor resist.
Sanyukta gently caressed his scalp, knowing that sleep would soon take over him as his eyes were red from the lack of rest.
She couldn't help but chuckle softly as, within minutes, he drifted off to sleep. "Such a baby," she murmured affectionately, freeing her nipple from his mouth and placing a tender kiss on his head.
Carefully, she buttoned her shirt while he remained peacefully sleeping on her. She adjusted his head, making sure it rested comfortably against her chest, and then pulled the blanket over them both.
With a fond smile, she pushed back the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead, her gaze soft and full of love.
"You really are something else," she whispered under her breath, caressing his scruffy cheek. "When you're not around, you drive me crazy with all your antics , but when you're close, everything else just seems pointless."
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