Page 50 of Heal my Heart
She looks like a dream come true.
The warm, dim lighting in the room casts gentle shadows on her face. She looks like she just walked out of a painting.
I know I’m staring, but no one can blame me. My heart drums against my ribcage as she walks over, still holding the small cake in her hands. There’s a flicker of hesitation in hereyes as she stops in front of me. "Maa told me you don’t like celebrating your birthday, but it’s your first birthday after our marriage. I couldn’t just do nothing."
I am transfixed.
Does she not realize what effect she has on me? I would do anything for her. I am speechless. Her nervous expression only adds to her allure, making her even more adorable. I can’t help but feel touched by her thoughtfulness. As she stands in front of me with the cake in her hand, I am completely captivated. She doesn’t seem to realize just how much power she holds over me. Even a simple gesture like this is enough to make my heart race and my body react in a primal way.
"I am so sorry, Rudraksh; I didn’t mean to overstep. I didn't mean to upset you at all; I just thought—" I take the cake from her hand, placing it on the table nearby. She looks at me with confusion swirling in her eyes, and I throw my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"You didn’t overstep. You don’t understand," I tell her, holding her close, inhaling her sweet scent. "You have no idea what you do to me..."
Her body is pressed against mine, her softness and warmth making me shiver with desire. I bury my face in her hair, taking in another deep breath, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. I hold her tighter, my body molding against hers. I can feel every inch of her soft curves against my hard frame, the contrast making me feel even more primal.
My hands slide down her back, resting on her hips, pulling her even closer to me. I can feel the heat and scent of her skin, driving me insane with desire. But I can’t lose control.
"Thank you, darling," I whisper in her ear. I pull away slightly to see her face, her cheeks flushed, and it makes me want her even more. I lean in to kiss her nose, her cheeks, and her forehead, teasing her with my slow, gentle kisses.
"T—the cake," she reminds me weakly.
I take a step back, breathing to calm down, slowing my heartbeat. She puts a hand on her chest, tapping it a few times. A small smile appears on my face. She’s so adorable. I can’t get over it.
"Let’s cut the cake," I say, taking her hand in mine. She lights the candle.
"Make a wish," she says, smiling softly, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
‘I wish I could be with my wife forever,’ I make a quick wish in my head and blow out the candle. I take her hand in mine, and we cut the cake together. It fits perfectly. I feed her a bite. She offers me one too.
"I don’t like eating these things, Shivani," I say gently, not wanting to break her heart.
Her face falls. "Please, one bite?" She insists. "I made it for you. Don’t worry, I haven’t added any sugar. It’s just dates, bananas, and cocoa powder. I know you—"
I take her hand, holding the cake, bring it closer to my mouth, and eat it while looking into her eyes. Her eyes light up when I take a bite of the cake, and I can see the joy and love she has put into making it. The fact that she remembered my aversion to sugar and used naturally sweet ingredients instead is more than just a simple act of baking. It indicates that she haspaid attention to me and cares about my preferences. No one has put that kind of effort into me.
And with that, I just know that I’m going to eat that entire damn cake.
"I will need more than a bite. This wouldn’t satisfy my hunger, darling. It’s perfect," I say, gently stroking a strand of hair from her face.
"Like you. Thank you, baby. I appreciate it."
More than I can ever express in words.
Her face lights up even more at my compliment, and a satisfying smile spreads across her face. She looks so proud and happy, like a child who has just won a gold star. I can’t help but be touched by her reaction. Her happiness is contagious, and it fills me with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.
"Would you wait here for me?" she asks.
"Why? Where are you going?" I question.
"Just a minute," she says as she disappears into the closet again.
I take the fork next to the cake and dig into it. I don’t think I’ve had anything more delicious than this. My wife baked me a cake. A smile covers my face.Damn it.I’m acting like a child. But I can’t help it; the smile won’t wipe off my face. My mind keeps reminding me that this cake is made by my wife, just for me.
My ear perks up when I hear her footsteps. I look up to see her hands behind her back. Ah, the gift. I’m very excited. What the fuck is wrong with me? This isn’t me. I have never been excited for any kind of gift.
She comes and stands in front of me, admiring me eating her cake. I stop and smile at her.
"Couldn’t help it. It was tasty. After all, you made it," I admit softly.
