24~Trust

                                    

                                          
Ansh pov
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was Naina, curled up beside me, sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was soft, and I could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on her lips. She must’ve been exhausted after yesterday... after we finally consummated our marriage. A sense of satisfaction surged through me as I watched her—she looked so delicate, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from.
I glanced across the room and saw Rudra standing by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his expression as hard and unreadable as ever. “We’re coming,” he said in his usual curt tone before ending the call. Business never stops for him—not even in the quiet of the morning.Turning my attention back to Naina, I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers, savoring the softness of her skin. 
“Good morning, kitten,” I whispered, my voice low and intimate.Her eyes fluttered open, and when they met mine, a soft blush spread across her cheeks. 
“Good morning, husband,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. The way she called me 'husband'—the shy blush that followed—made my heart stir.For a moment, everything felt right.
Just as Naina's soft "Good morning" hung in the air, I noticed Rudra approaching the bed. His expression was hard as usual, that cold, distant look he wore like a mask. But as his gaze landed on Naina, something shifted in his eyes—just for a brief moment, they softened. It was subtle, barely there, but I caught it.
I knew what he was seeing. Naina looked beautifully disheveled. Her hair was a mess, there were marks scattered across her neck from where I’d left them, and her lips were puffy, still swollen from last night. She was a vision of the passion we had shared.As Rudra stopped beside the bed, Naina stirred, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
She kept the comforter pulled tightly around her body, hiding beneath it because we both knew she had nothing on underneath. Her blush deepened, and she avoided meeting Rudra’s gaze.I smirked, amused by the sight of her trying to act all innocent now. It was cute—especially considering everything we had done just hours before.
Rudra moved closer. His expression softened, and he leaned in, his intent clear. But just as he got close enough, Naina placed a hand on his chest, gently stopping him. “No, hubby,” she said in a playful but sweet voice, “I’m a mess. I need to freshen up.”Rudra's eyes sparkled with amusement as he paused, then leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “You’re our mess, wife,” he murmured in a husky tone, a teasing smile playing on his lips.Naina blushed and gave him a light, playful slap on the arm, her face bright red from his teasing words. I watched the exchange, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Seeing her flustered like this was always amusing, especially when Rudra teased her like that.
Stop it, you shameless," Naina's voice cut through the silence, trembling but determined. Her hands clutched at the comforter, pulling it tighter around her body as if it could shield her from our relentless gazes. But we both knew better. The comforter did nothing to hide the bruises that marred her perfect skin, the ones we had left behind like trophies.
Rudra and I shared a look, twin grins spreading across our faces. There was something thrilling about pushing her boundaries, watching her struggle between fear and desire. "We are shameless, but I heard something interesting yesterday," Rudra began, his voice dripping with mock innocence. "Someone was saying 'ahnn, don't stop, harder, harder, I want both of you.'"
Naina's face turned crimson, her eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. She tried to hide her face, burying it deeper into the comforter. "No, no, it's not what you think," she stammered, but her denial was weak, almost laughable.