Hema stood near the entrance of Zayden’s office, arms crossed, eyes sharp with accusation. The moment she saw him stepping out of the private lift with Nina, something in her snapped.She had waited, given herself time to process, but the irritation simmered inside her, refusing to be ignored.Zayden adjusted the cuffs of his suit, exuding his usual unbothered elegance. But when his gaze met hers, something flickered in his expression—an unspoken acknowledgment of the fire in her eyes.“You’re upset,” he stated, voice calm, as if it were a fact rather than an observation.Hema let out a scoff, stepping forward. “Oh, so you noticed? Impressive. You’re sharper than I thought.”Nina, who stood beside him, shifted slightly, folding her arms.“I don’t know what you’re assuming,” Nina interjected, her tone neutral but carrying a hint of amusement.“Oh, don’t you?” Hema shot back. “Let me make it clear then—both of you disappeared for a long time into a secret elevator. You came back looking
The morning light streamed through the luxurious bedroom, casting a golden hue over the silk sheets. Hema slowly stirred, her body feeling sore yet incredibly warm. As her consciousness settled, she realized she was wrapped in a soft bedcover, nestled against a familiar sculpted body.Her eyes widened. Zayden.He lay beside her, his bare back exposed, muscles chiseled like a sculpture. His slow, steady breathing indicated he was still asleep—or so she thought.Before she could move, his hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His husky morning voice sent a shiver down her spine.Hema swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of her own nakedness beneath the sheets.“I—” she started, but before she could say anything, Zayden shifted, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him.His fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back, his eyes dark with something she had seen so many times before—hunger.“I am so crazy for you,” he murmured
A Grand Indian Wedding – 10 Days of CelebrationThe wedding preparations began in full swing, and Zayden’s mansion transformed into a palace of festivities. Hema couldn’t believe how deeply involved he was in every aspect of the planning. Despite his usually dominant and business-like demeanor, he participated in everything—from selecting the perfect gold-threaded saree for her to making sure her grandmother had the best seat at every event.For ten glorious days, their wedding was a whirlwind of colors, music, and emotions.•Day 1 – The Haldi Ceremony: Zayden, dressed in a simple white kurta, sat patiently as family members smeared turmeric paste on his face. When it was Hema’s turn, he smirked and pulled her onto his lap, smearing turmeric on her cheeks with his own. Gasps filled the air, but he didn’t care. “If I have to be yellow, you do too.”•Day 2 – Mehendi Night: Hema’s hands were covered in intricate henna designs, her palms bearing Zayden’s initials hidden cleverly in th
Honeymoon in Darjeeling – A Passionate EscapeThe crisp mountain air of Darjeeling welcomed them as they arrived at their private resort, nestled among the rolling tea gardens. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, covering the landscape in a soft, white embrace.Hema shivered the moment they stepped out of the car. She pulled her coat tighter around her body, rubbing her arms for warmth. Zayden, of course, looked unaffected by the cold, his hands tucked casually in the pockets of his black overcoat. He smirked at her discomfort.“I told you we should have gone to the Maldives,” he murmured, watching as she stamped her boots against the icy ground.“I wanted to see the snow,” she shot back, her breath forming a mist in the cold air.His smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Then why are you trembling, Mrs. Zayden?”She shivered again—not just from the cold but from the way his deep voice sent a thrill down her spine.As soon as they entered their lu
Unexpected NewsLife in the USA had been nothing short of a dream for Zayden and Hema. Their home was always filled with laughter, warmth, and the playful chaos of their three children. Zayden, the once ruthless businessman, had become a complete family man, though his dominant and flirtatious nature still remained whenever he was alone with Hema.One evening, Hema stood in the bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in disbelief. The two pink lines glared back at her, confirming what she had been suspecting for days.“No way…” she whispered, gripping the edge of the sink.She stepped out of the bathroom, her face pale, her heart pounding. Zayden was sitting in their bedroom, leaning back against the headboard, flipping through a business magazine while their youngest child lay asleep beside him.He looked up when he saw her standing there, arms crossed, staring at him with an unreadable expression.“What?” he asked, setting the magazine aside.She took a deep breath and muttered, “I’
A Proposal of ForeverZayden leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Hema reluctantly take the seat opposite him. His seat.She had hesitated at first, but he had already anticipated that. So, he had prepared her weakness—her favorite ice cream.Of course, he had to ask her grandmother for that little detail. He would do whatever it took to break down her walls, one by one.As Hema scooped a spoonful of the ice cream, savoring its familiar taste, Zayden studied her. She was breathtaking, even in the simplest moments. The way her lips slightly parted as the cold dessert melted on her tongue, the way her lashes fluttered when she was lost in thought… everything about her made him want to claim her completely.His gaze shifted to the digital screen on his desk, where the architectural model of a house was displayed. It was located outside the city, nestled in nature—far away from the chaos of business, responsibilities, and the world that constantly
A Proposal of ForeverZayden leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched Hema reluctantly take the seat opposite him. His seat.She had hesitated at first, but he had already anticipated that. So, he had prepared her weakness—her favorite ice cream.Of course, he had to ask her grandmother for that little detail. He would do whatever it took to break down her walls, one by one.As Hema scooped a spoonful of the ice cream, savoring its familiar taste, Zayden studied her. She was breathtaking, even in the simplest moments. The way her lips slightly parted as the cold dessert melted on her tongue, the way her lashes fluttered when she was lost in thought… everything about her made him want to claim her completely.His gaze shifted to the digital screen on his desk, where the architectural model of a house was displayed. It was located outside the city, nestled in nature—far away from the chaos of business, responsibilities, and the world that constantly
Zayden leaned against the doorframe, watching her.Hema was engrossed in her work, her fingers flying over the keyboard, her brows slightly furrowed in focus.She had no idea how breathtaking she looked when she was lost in thought.His heart clenched.The dream.It had felt so real. So vivid. He could still feel the warmth of her body beside him, the laughter of their children echoing through their dream home. The way she had looked at him with love. Unconditional love.It wasn’t just a fantasy. It was what he wanted.And he wanted it with her.Without thinking, he walked toward her and gently took her hand.Hema jumped slightly, startled. “Zayden?”But he didn’t say anything. He simply pulled her up, held her hand gently like a flower, and led her out of her office and into his cabin.She frowned. “Where are you taking me?”Instead of answering, he guided her to his desk chair—the CEO’s chair.He pressed on her shoulders gently, urging her to sit.She hesitated. She had never sat th
The hospital lights were far too bright for Zayden’s comfort, but nothing about this day was supposed to be comfortable. He paced the hallway outside the operating theater, Ira cradled carefully in his arms. She looked up at him with those curious eyes, still too young to understand why her usually composed father was walking in frantic loops across polished tiles.Across the hall, Mark looked equally stricken. His face was pale, and his fingers drummed nervously on the side of the chair as he watched the double doors of the maternity wing like a man waiting for a verdict.“Mommy will be here soon,” Zayden muttered, adjusting Ira’s blanket answering her,Zayden nodded. “You think Mia’s okay?”“Mia is okay but I am not,” Mark fired back, trying to force a grin but failing. “Mia threatened to castrate me if I faint during delivery. So yeah, my brain is doing backflips.”Just then, the double doors opened.A nurse walked out, pulling off her mask. “Mr. Zayden?”He stepped forward, heartb
He crashed his mouth to hers—hard, needy. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pressed his body against hers, her thighs wrapping around his waist instinctively. His kiss was urgent, deep, the kind that made her forget where she was. He pulled back just enough to yank her top over her head, exposing her soft breasts, nipples already hard.Zayden groaned at the sight of her and buried his face between them. He licked, kissed, nipped—lavishing each breast with slow, deliberate attention. Hema arched into him, her fingers gripping the bedsheet. His mouth worked her expertly, moving from her breasts to her neck, sucking gently, leaving a trail of wet heat down to her belly.By the time he reached between her legs, she was trembling. His fingers teased her clit, slow circles that made her moan into the air. He loved watching her unravel under his touch—loved seeing her lose control.“Zayden…” she gasped, her thighs twitching. “I need you… inside me.”His lips made a curl. “ you are losing y
The drive stretched endlessly, winding through green hills and coastal turns, the golden hue of the sun bathing the road in warmth. Zayden had planned this break meticulously—no calls, no business, no parenting duties. Just Hema and him, for five full days. Their daughter Ira was safely with Mia, and for the first time in over a year, Hema felt… untethered.She sat in the passenger seat, hair loosely tied, her eyes half-lidded as she stared at the moving landscape. The windows were down just enough for the wind to tousle her strands. Zayden glanced at her sideways, and the way her lips parted ever so slightly—it stirred something primal in him.“You know,” he said, reaching over to entwine his fingers with hers, “I’ve been imagining this trip for weeks.”Hema looked over, already smiling. “I can tell. You’ve been grinning like a maniac since we left.”“I just missed having you to myself,” he said, his voice dropping. “No diapers. No meetings. No interruptions.”She giggled. “And what
The following evening, the golden light of sunset poured into the wide windows of the mansion. Ira was curled up peacefully in her little crib beside the cushioned couch, her tiny hands resting near her face, making gentle sleepy sounds as she dreamed. Hema sat cross-legged on the plush rug nearby, brushing out her hair while Zayden sat beside her, lazily scrolling through photos of Ira’s first steps with an affectionate grin plastered on his face.Mia strolled into the room in her usual confident gait, dressed in her casual yet elegant loungewear, holding a small gift box in one hand.“For the little queen,” she said, placing the box near Ira’s crib and kneeling to press a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead. “I still can’t believe she walked. I missed it!”Hema smiled warmly, setting her brush aside. “She’ll walk into your arms next time. Or maybe run.”Mia’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Hema. “She better. I’m planning to bribe her with toys and secrets.”Zayden chuckled, “Spoiling h
The grand mansion buzzed with life as little Ira, now a spirited one-year-old, filled its halls with her infectious laughter. Her tiny hands and knees propelled her swiftly across the marble floors, making her the darling of everyone—from the seasoned housekeepers to Zayden’s meticulous assistant, Mark. Each had succumbed to her charm, their days brightened by her presence.One particular afternoon, Ira’s curiosity led her on an unexpected adventure. The distant sound of raised voices echoed through the corridors, drawing her attention. Recognizing her mother’s voice, she set off, her crawling turning into determined steps as she clung to walls and furniture for support. The babysitter, momentarily distracted, turned to find Ira missing from her side. Panic surged as she began her search, only to spot the child making her way toward the commotion.Inside the master bedroom, tension crackled. Hema stood her ground, arms crossed, eyes blazing with frustration. Zayden, looking remorseful
The grand black gates of the mansion opened slowly, the familiar creak echoing through the long driveway lined with blooming jasmine. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in golden light as Zayden stepped out of the sleek black SUV, carefully cradling Ira in one arm, while holding Hema protectively with the other. Hema’s steps were slower, her body still weak from the birth, but her heart was full—this was a different kind of return. One not born out of pain or escape, but healing.Mia stood at the entrance, wearing a simple beige dress and a soft, rare smile on her face. Her sharp eyes shimmered the moment she spotted Ira. She rushed down the stairs barefoot, arms extended. “There she is—my little angel!” Mia’s voice trembled with emotion.Zayden grinned as he gently passed Ira into her arms. “She missed her aunt, didn’t she, baby?” he murmured, planting a kiss on Hema’s forehead.Hema chuckled softly and nodded. “We named her,” she said, watching Mia’s eager face.“Oh?” Mia rais
Hema lay curled up beside Zayden, her body still sore from the C-section she had just a week ago. Their baby girl, Ira, was sleeping peacefully next to her in a bassinet . Hema and Zayden had been through so much together, and now, with their little family complete, they felt like the luckiest people in the world.Hema caught him staring and gave him a coy smile. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly reached up and unzipping her kurti, exposing one of her full, heavy breasts."Have a taste," she purred seductively, her voice low and inviting. Zayden's breath hitched as he took in the sight of her perfect breast, the nipple already engorged with milk. His cock instantly hardened, straining against his boxers. He swallowed thickly, desire burning in his veins.Zayde arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure, my love?"Hema nodded with a smile,Zayden's eyes darkened with lust. "I'll be gentle. I promise."In one swift movement, he leaned over her, pressing soft kisses along the swel
The tarmac glistened under the late afternoon sun as Zayden led Hema gently toward the sleek, private jet waiting for them. The sound of soft wind mixed with the distant hum of the plane’s engines. Zayden had one arm securely wrapped around Hema’s waist, supporting her as they walked slowly, while the other held baby Ira against his chest with practiced care.Behind them, two of Zayden’s men followed with their luggage, handling everything swiftly without a word. The elderly couple had waved goodbye, tears in their eyes, just a few minutes ago. Now, as they approached the jet’s steps, Zayden helped Hema up first, handing the baby over for a moment so he could lift her easily.“You don’t have to carry me every time,” Hema mumbled, half-blushing, half-teasing as he lifted her as if she weighed nothing.“You say that as if I’m going to stop,” Zayden smirked. “Let me enjoy being your crutch for a while longer.”He helped her to the spacious cabin of the jet, where a luxurious bed had alre
Zayden stood by Hema’s side as she slowly made her way down the hospital corridor, holding tightly onto his hand. Every step she took was careful, her body still sore, but determined. She didn’t complain. Her grip on his hand tightened whenever the pain in her abdomen throbbed, but she said nothing—only looked ahead, her face slightly pale but strong.Zayden, ever watchful, didn’t take his eyes off her for even a second.“You don’t have to push yourself,” he said gently, adjusting his arm around her waist.“I’m not pushing,” she whispered. “I just want to feel normal again.”Zayden chuckled softly.They reached the end of the hallway, and Hema paused near the window, looking outside at the golden morning sun spreading across the hospital lawn. She took a breath, soaking in the warmth. But the next moment, her knees buckled slightly.“Hema!” Zayden immediately pulled her close.She didn’t fall. She collapsed forward—right into his chest, her forehead resting just above his heart. Her a