Author's Note:
Dear Readers,
This chapter contains emotionally intense and intimate scenes intended for mature audiences (16+/17+). If you're not comfortable with steamy romantic content, you may choose to skip or proceed with caution.
This scene is written to deepen the emotional bond between the characters — with sensitivity and consent at its core. ❤️
Happy reading,
– Author
Vikram lips lingered on tara as if afraid to let go. His breath trembled, mingling with her, and for a fleeting moment, time stood still.Tara fingers curled into his shirt, holding him close as if the entire world outside ceased to exist.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against her. His voice was barely a whisper.
"Tara… are you sure?"
She looked into his eyes, those deep, unwavering eyes that had always held strength… and tonight, vulnerability.
"I've never been more sure," Tara whispered back.
His thumb brushed against her cheek, soft and lingering, as if memorizing every inch of her. Tara heart pounded so hard, she was afraid he could hear it.
"You're shaking," Vikram murmured, his fingers gently tracing her jawline.
"I'm… nervous," Tara admitted. "But not because I don't want this. I want you, Vikram."
Something in his gaze shifted — a mix of relief and hunger, wrapped in pure tenderness. He leaned in and kissed her again. Not hurried. Not desperate. But with a depth that made her soul.
He kissed her forehead — slow, deliberate. Then her temple. Then, gently, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. She froze for half a second. Then kissed him back.
There was no urgency.
No desperate need.
Just a slow unfolding of something that had been waiting for the right time.
His lips moved with hers — unhurried, learning her pace. Tara's hands gripped the bedsheet at first, unsure where to place them. Vikram noticed. He gently took her hand, guided it to his chest.
"Put here ," he whispered, placing it right over his heartbeat. "Feel it?"
She nodded again, this time her lips curling into a shy smile.
he hovered above her, his eyes searching hers for any hesitation.
"Tara…"
"I'm okay," she whispered, breath shaky.
His hands moved to her waist, slow and steady, fingers resting over the fabric as if asking silent permission.
She swallowed, then lifted her arms, letting him take off her kurti. Her eyes fluttered shut the moment her skin felt the cool air — and his gaze. But he didn't rush to touch.
He looked at her — really looked — not like a man hungry for her body, but like someone holding something precious in both hands.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Her face flushed pink. "Don't look at me like that," she murmured, trying to hide behind her hands.
He caught them, kissed each wrist, then guided them gently above her head.
He bent down, his lips trailing kisses from her collarbone to her stomach — pausing at every shiver, every breath she held. His hands traced her waistline slowly, letting her body grow used to each movement.
Tara's breath quickened. Her thighs brushed together involuntarily.
Vikram moved lower, untying the drawstring of her salwar — slow enough to let her mind catch up.
She raised her hips slightly, helping him.
It was the smallest gesture, but it told him everything.
She was ready.
Completely.
He undressed her with a kind of reverence — not like peeling off clothes, but like unwrapping something sacred.
Tara's hands found his shirt, fingers trembling as she tried to unbutton it. "Help?" she whispered, almost laughing nervously.
He chuckled softly and leaned back to help her. As his torso came into view, she ran her hands over his chest — slowly, unsure, exploring.
"Vikram…" her voice cracked.
He leaned down, kissing her deeply, his hands framing her face like she was made of glass.
Then slowly, he aligned their bodies, still watching her eyes for every flicker of hesitation. Their bare skin met — warmth on warmth — and Tara gasped softly at the contact.
His hand slid down, guiding himself carefully.
He paused — hovering, not entering yet.
Their foreheads touched.
"Last time asking," he whispered. "Sure?"
Tara's eyes met his.
She gave the smallest nod. "Please," she whispered.
And he moved — slow, steady, every inch measured, every movement tuned to her reactions. She gripped his arms tight, her body arching slightly as the unfamiliar sensation hit her.
A soft moan escaped her lips — half pain, half wonder.
He paused mid-way, letting her adjust, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Words like "I've got you", "Breathe with me", "We're okay" — over and over, like a chant.
When she relaxed, he moved again.
The rhythm was slow, deep, emotional.
Her fingers curled into his back, her lips parting with breathless gasps, and her body slowly started responding — not just enduring, but welcoming.
He kissed away every tear she didn't even realize had escaped.
No loud sounds. No wild thrusts. Just the soft creak of the bed, the sharp inhale of her breath, and the way their bodies finally stopped being "his" and "hers" — and became us.
When they reached the end — together — it wasn't fireworks.
It was a quiet explosion.
And when it was over, he held her close, pulling the whitesheet over them.
Tara whispered, "Thank you… for waiting for me."
Vikram kissed the top of her head and whispered back, "You were worth every second."
Later that night…
Tara lay curled against his chest, head rising and falling with every calm breath he took.
Vikram stroked her hair gently, his fingers moving slowly, like he was memorizing the feel of her.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple—light as a wish.
And in that quiet moment… he understood something he'd never truly known:
You can conquer the world.
You can earn every bit of power.
But peace… this kind of peace…
You can only find it in someone's arms — when they choose to hold you… not for what you have.
But for who you are.
And tonight…
In Tara's arms…
He had finally found it.
Morning...
Tara slowly opened her eyes.
Vikram was right beside her. She reached out and gently touched his cheek, her fingers brushing over his warm skin.
Her thoughts wandered back... The mornings after my wedding, whenever I woke up in this very room, I always felt uneasy. Everything felt heavy, uncomfortable, like I didn't belong here. A soft smile touched her lips. But now… I've fallen in love with every single thing about this place... about this man.
Just then, Vikram's eyes fluttered open. He smiled.
"You're awake already?"
Tara nodded. "Yes."
Vikram leaned closer and kissed her forehead gently. "Good morning... and I love you."
Tara arched an eyebrow with a faint smile. "So, is this how my every morning is going to start now?"
"Yes," he whispered with a grin. "You're not nervous around me anymore, right?"
Tara blushed lightly. "The way you're looking at me right now… it's increasing my nervousness."
Vikram smirked. "Oh really? And how am I looking at you?"
Tara turned her face away. "Forget it…"
In her thoughts I'm comfortable with him now... but I still feel shy. This is something different... a feeling I can't even put into words.
Vikram frowned slightly in thought. What did I do that made her turn away like that?
He moved closer and softly kissed her bare back.
"Mr. Suryavanshi!" Tara gasped, turning back to face him. "What are you doing?"
"Loving you," Vikram murmured. "Are you angry?"
"Why would I be angry?" she whispered, staring into his eyes.
"Then look at me," Vikram said softly.
Tara bit her lip nervously. "I think... I should get out of bed now."
Vikram pulled her closer, his arm firm around her waist.
"Not now, Tara. Please," he said in a low voice, his lips trailing toward her neck.
Tara giggled, a shy smile breaking through. "Vikram… not now, please."
"Why? Any problem?"
"No... I just want to go downstairs and have some tea," she teased lightly.
Vikram's voice dipped lower, husky. "Then go after a little while…" He kissed the curve of her neck gently.
"Mr. Suryavanshi!" Tara squealed. "Stop your romance right now!"
Vikram grinned mischievously. "What? Mrs. Suryavanshi, this romance is not stopping anytime soon, okay?"
Tara giggled harder as Vikram started tickling her.
"Stop it! Don't tickle me!" she laughed breathlessly.
"Then don't stop me," he teased. "Or this will be your punishment."
"Oh really?" Tara shot back playfully, tickling him in return. "I can punish you too, Mr. Suryavanshi!"
Both of them burst into laughter, rolling on the bed as they continued their playful tickle fight. And then… their eyes met. For a moment, the laughter faded into something deeper.
Vikram cupped her face gently. "I want to love you like this… always. And thank you, Tara… for staying in my life."
Tara smiled softly, her heart melting.
They shared a quiet, intimacy moment... until after some time, Vikram held her hand tightly and whispered with emotion,
"Promise me something, Tara. Please… never leave me. I won't survive without you."
Tara's throat tightened. "I'm not going anywhere, Vikram. I'm right here."
Knock! Knock!
Both of them froze. Their eyes widened in panic.
"Suhani," they said in unison.
"Oh God… where are my clothes?" Tara whispered hurriedly.
"And mine?!" Vikram hissed back, scrambling.
From outside, Suhani's voice came, loud and annoyed.
"Jiju! Didi! It's 7:30 AM already and you're still sleeping? Open the door! Today's my exam and Jiju, you're going to make me late!"
Vikram and Tara rushed to dress, fixing their clothes and quickly straightening the messy bed. Vikram took a deep breath and opened the door casually.
Suhani eyed him suspiciously. "Why did it take you so long to open the door?"
Vikram tried to sound calm. "We were in deep sleep."
"Hmm," Suhani said, unconvinced. "Anyway, get ready, Jiju! You have to drop me at school. It's my exam day! And Jiju…"
Vikram tensed slightly. "What, Suhani?"
"Move aside. I need to come inside."
"Uh… yes, yes… come in."
Suhani walked in, looked at Tara, and frowned.
"Didi, why are you standing like this? And why are you up so early? Normally, whenever I come, you're either still in bed or just sitting here."
Tara smiled awkwardly. "I heard your voice, Suhani…"
"Hmph." Suhani shrugged and turned to Vikram. "Jiju, get ready fast! Today I'll pick a new red shirt for you ."
Vikram's face fell. Not again. Yesterday, because of her, I had to wear a pink shirt all day… and now another color?
Tara tried her best not to laugh.
"Suhani," Vikram began carefully, "I have to go to the office today. It's Monday. I can't wear colorful shirts to work. How about this—every Sunday, I'll wear your chosen colors. Deal?"
"Hmm… so today again you'll wear a white shirt?" Suhani folded her arms.
Vikram crouched to her level. "Tell me, Suhani. Why do you wear this school uniform?"
"Because it's a uniform," Suhani said, confused.
"Exactly," Vikram smiled. "Just like that, white is my office uniform."
"Ohhh… okay, that makes sense," Suhani said thoughtfully. "Fine, but next Sunday, you'll wear a red color shirt!"
"Done," Vikram said, relieved.
Mr. Suryavanshi always knows how to escape things smoothly, Tara thought, hiding her smile.
Then Suhani added, "But you'd look so handsome in a red shirt. Remember that day you tried it? You looked amazing."
Vikram chuckled. "Fine, I'll wear a red tie for you today."
Suhani beamed. "That's even better!"
"Now hurry up, Jiju!" she ordered.
"Alright, alright," Vikram said, heading for the bathroom.
After his shower, he stepped out wearing a crisp white shirt, black suit and black trouser and a red tie.
"Perfect," Suhani declared proudly.
"Thank you," Vikram said, smiling. "Now, let's go before you get late."
Tara called after them, "Did you have breakfast? And Vikram, you too—don't skip it."
"I already ate," Suhani replied.
Vikram glanced back at Tara, smiling. "I'll have it with you after I return. Dropping Suhani first."
Tara nodded with a soft smile. "Okay."
She hugged Suhani. "All the best for your exam!"
"Thanks, Didi. I'll top again, as usual!"
"Yes, the first topper in history who never studies," Tara teased.
"Excuse me, that's called being intelligent," Suhani said proudly.
Then she grabbed Vikram's hand. "Come on, Jiju! Hurry up!"
Vikram laughed. "Stop running, Suhani! We'll both fall down!"
"If we're late, it'll be your fault!" she called back dramatically as they left.
Tara quickly freshened up and went downstairs.
"Tara," her mom said, "Vikram ji didn't even have breakfast yet. Why don't you take care of him? He's your husband."
"Maa," Tara sighed. "Because he never asks for such things."
"Who cares if he asks or not?" her mother said firmly. "When he cares so much about you, you should do something special for him too. And honestly, Tara, you don't even behave like a married woman no Sindoor (vermilion),no bindi no mangalsutra only a gold chain where is your mangalsutra ?
"Maa, nobody lives like that anymore," Tara said softly.
"I'm not forcing you, beta. I'm just saying… if you do something for him, he'll feel loved."
After a while, Vikram returned and sat at the dining table. Her mom left the room quietly.
Vikram noticed her staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Would it bother you," Tara asked slowly, "if I don't act like a typical married woman?"
Vikram blinked. "Why are you asking me that? I've never said anything like that."
"But would you like it if I did?"
Vikram smiled softly. "Yes, because traditional things look beautiful on you. But no force. The way you are now—you're perfect."
"You look good in that red tie," Tara murmured.
He leaned closer and whispered with a playful glint, "Tonight… I'll wear a red shirt for you." He winked.
Tara blushed, smiling silently.
Just then, the staff brought his breakfast and coffee.
"Should I cook dinner for you tonight?" Tara asked suddenly.
Vikram froze. "What?"
"I mean… should I make dinner for you?"
"That's not necessary," Vikram said gently. "Don't take the stress. We have cooks."
"It's just boiled vegetables," Tara teased. "What hard work is that?"
"That's called healthy food," he laughed.
"If I eat that every day, I'll get food poisoning," she shot back playfully.
Vikram laughed louder. "Honestly, with you, that's possible!"
He looked at her with warmth. "You didn't have breakfast yet, right?
It felt nice when you asked me about breakfast. Do it more often."
"Meaning you like it when I do something for you?" Tara asked curiously.
"Yes," Vikram admitted softly. "I do."
"Then I'll make dinner for you," she smiled.
Vikram shook his head with a smile. " I'm leaving for the office."
"I'll come to drop you till the car," she said.
He chuckled. "Tara, I'm already crazy about you. Do these things and you'll drive me mad."
"Stop your drama, Mr. Suryavanshi," she teased.
At the car, Vikram asked with a grin, "Should I expect a goodbye kiss too?"
Tara rolled her eyes. "I'm going back inside now."
"Relax, I'm not asking for it in front of the driver or watchman," he smirked.
She smiled softly. "Bye… go now."
"Tara," he said seriously, "I don't feel like going to the office today."
She laughed dramatically. "Are you sick? Fever?"
He burst out laughing too. "Very funny, Mrs. Suryavanshi. Tonight, we'll continue this fun."
He left for the office, and Tara stood there smiling.
No matter what I say… all this feels so good. I'm happy.
She looked up at the sky, her eyes shining. Papa… I'm happy.