Page 173 of One Hellish Wedlock
Reyansh turned to her, his gaze sweeping over her figure before settling on her face. The red crop top hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“It’s alright, wife. Did you sleep well?” he asked deliberately, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Aanya glanced at Shikha, whose brows rose slightly, clearly sensing something between them.
“Didyou?” she teased back, turning her gaze again to him.
Reyansh raised a brow. That was bold of her to ask him that. He’d spent the entire night tossing and turning, haunted by the taste of her mouth on his, the heat of her body under his hands. But with Shikha there, he kept his answer at bay.
“Coffee?” Aanya offered quickly, breaking the moment. Her own cheeks flushed. Feeling shy and blushing like that wasn’t something she was used to, but around Reyansh, now anything was possible.
“Sure,” he said with a nod.
She rushed to the kitchen, with Shikha right behind her.
“Let me guess. He camehereto see you last night?” Shikha asked, eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Aanya sighed and pouted. “Yeah. He did.”
“Oh my God,” Shikha squealed. “And you didn’t tell me? I thought I heard someinterestingsounds last night…”
Aanya playfully nudged her. “We didn’t do anything to make those sounds. He left within half an hour.”
Shikha gawked. “Thirty minutes alone with your husband after six months, andnothinghappened? That’s hard to believe.”
Aanya turned scarlet. “Shikha, stop.”
“Alright, alright,” she chuckled. “Go serve your husband. I’m off shopping with Sandy today.”
“I have to meet my father later,” Aanya said, grabbing the mugs.
“Oh? He’s here too?”
“Yep.” She poured the coffee.
“Spend your day wisely,” Shikha said, leaning in with a wicked grin. “And don’t let that darling husband leave without hisreturn gift.”
Then she darted out.
Return gift?
The thought lingered as she carried Reyansh’s coffee to the living room.
“Where’s yours?” he asked as she handed him the mug.
“I forgot,” she admitted, turning to go. “I’ll make one for me.”
But he caught her wrist and gently pulled her down beside him.
“We’ll share.”
That one line was enough to send her pulse into chaos. Sharing coffee with him, again, felt too intimate, too romantic. He took the first sip, then passed the mug to her. She sipped next. Their eyes lingered on each other in silence.
“When will I see Dad?” she asked softly.
“He’s meeting Di and Jeeju this afternoon. I told him I’d bring you there directly.”
“Perfect.”
