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I nip her jaw. We rarely get this cozy in the living room, but this time I really missed my wife too much and thankfully Aarvi is not around to mind. I know she missed me, but I missed her more. I am about to say sorry when she shuts my lips with her finger and wishes me.

“Happy Anniversary.”

Anniversary. Yes. Tomorrow is our 5thwedding anniversary and now it’s past 12:00 which means it’s already started.

“Thank you, Jaan. And wish you the same.”

Tangling my hand in her hair, I pull her to my lips. She kisses me slow, deep and with careful attention, but not for long.

“I have made your favorite desserts – Gulab Jamun. Want to taste it now?”

So that is what she was making in the kitchen when I returned. I wouldn’t mind, but right now I need something else.

“The only taste I want in my mouth tonight is of my wife. Rest all can wait.”

Saying that I scoop her in my arms and rise to my feet, carrying her to our room.

“That seems like a promise of some sort.”

I grin at her tease.

“Promise is far too less than what I have plans for tonight. You know I never fail in pleasing you the way you love.”

She shuts my mouth and I know why. We are almost passing Aarvi’s room and we obviously don’t want our baby to hear such talks.

I don’t literally pounce on her once we lock up in the room, but take a fresh shower first, then climb on the bed where my wife is waiting for me to join. I kiss her mercilessly this time unlike the one on the couch a while ago. God, she just brings that desperation out of me every single time we have mated. Five years of togetherness, despite starting this relationship on a revengeful note. As I explore her petite body, she explores mine. Even a simple brush of her fingers on my lower body was enough to elevate my scorching need for her infinite times. With a groan, I discard our clothes and in a half plea and cry, she surrenders herself into ecstasy. I love her and the good part is that I have her for a lifetime.

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Jhanvi

Aarav wanted to celebrate our anniversary by inviting almost half of the city like always, but I insisted on keeping it simple this time. Just a few close friends and family is all that I wanted to be around, so he agreed. And the only people whom we invited were Aman, Jaya, Mohit, his girlfriend Sofia and Daadi. Yes, Daadi too.

Daadi survived her sickness, and that was really a miracle. Five years down the lane now and she was older than before, kinder, a proud grandmother and a doting great granny to Aarvi. It took Aarav a year more to see the changes in her and to start accepting her in our lives. Of course, he initially said he did it for me, but now though he doesn’t say it openly, I know he equally cares for his old grandmother and she has started loving him as much as she still loves Mohit. The apology that she once asked is still hanging and Aarav has never openly confessed, he has forgiven her. I don’t think he ever can, but he is not stepping back from his responsibility. Just like he has always kept a protective eye on me and Aarvi as his family, he has done the same for Daadi as well.

Though Daadi has always welcomed him with open arms to shift in Raichand Mansion with me and Aarvi, he never picked that option and I know why. The place where his mother was never welcomed, Aarav would never settle down there. But he now cares for Daadi. He definitely does, and that’s working well for both. Daadi is happy with whatever little attention she gets from him. She’s just living in the hopes of these love crumbs sourced through Aarav’s gestures.

The DG Group of Company is once again in a better position than it was five years back. And Aarav did nothing. It’s all Mohit’s hard work. That one truth of Mohit’s real identity changed the way he saw life. He focused on the business better than before and took some serious efforts to rise it back and shine. Daadi is proud. She had to be and now she’s also accepted Sofia in the family, though Mohit and Sofia have no plans of marrying yet.

“Jhanvi, your baby is really genius,” Jaya enters the kitchen where I was instructing the servants to arrange the dinner. We have cut the cake already and everyone is hungry.

Jaya has Aarvi in her arms and whenever these two meet, they are inseparable. Aman and Jaya both pamper her with lots of chocolates and cookies, after all.

“Mommyy..” Aarvi throws her arms at me and I take her from Jaya. She is my life. I kiss her yesterday’s washed hair.

“You know what she did? She made her Aman uncle speechless.”

“Did you?” I tickle Aarvi, who squirms to get down, giggling hard and then once I put her down, she is off to play again.

“She’s becoming naughty,” Jaya adds “Just like her father. She asked Aman why he doesn’t have a baby like you and Aarav do? Just imagine that.”

I am surprised Aarvi asked that to Aman.

“I can imagine Aman’s reactions to that. He must have made plans already to think about starting a family with you.”

Jaya elbows me, controlling her laugh.

“He’s bugged me for a year on that and finally, we are looking forward to starting one soon.”

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