Chapter 17: Mornings, Mischief & Married Teasing

The morning sunlight streamed gently into the penthouse bedroom, casting a golden hue across the silk sheets and the peaceful silhouettes of the two souls who had just begun their forever.

Poornima stirred, her body aching slightly in places she hadn’t known could ache. As she tried to get up and she saw Veeresh was still inside her and Veeresh, lying lazily on his side, poornima said come out but he thrust her deeply passionately and kissed her and poornima ahh Veeresh and he released inside her and pulled out, Veeresh kissed her and said i love being inside you wifey.

Poornima shot him a glare, her cheeks turning an instant crimson. “Don’t be shameless early in the morning.”

He chuckled. “It’s not morning yet until I tease you. It’s tradition now.”

She tried to get off the bed, only to stop and mutter under her breath. Veeresh noticed and raised an eyebrow.

“Problem walking, Mrs. Suryavanshi?” he teased with a devilish grin, sliding closer behind her.

Poornima turned back, half embarrassed, half flustered. “From tonight, you’re sleeping on the couch. I need my sleep. And my legs.”

Veeresh leaned forward, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “Aww... but darling, I know how to come back inside. Even if you lock the doors. Especially if you lock them.” His voice dropped to a playful whisper as he pinched her waist lightly.

She gasped and swatted his hand, eyes wide. “Veeresh!”

“Yes, sweetheart?” he replied with the most innocent look he could muster.

She shook her head, trying to walk away, only for him to follow like a puppy. “What is wrong with you today?”

“Hmm... I think it's love. Or maybe the side effects of a night where my wife made me lose my mind.”

She stopped in front of the mirror, trying to fix her hair, her lips curling into an involuntary smile. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“You’re glowing, you know?” he said softly.

Poornima turned her face slightly. “Must be the sunlight.”

He kissed her neck gently. “Or maybe it's happiness. You, me, Ayan, Aradhya... This little chaotic heaven we’ve built.”

She softened completely, resting her hand over his. “It’s real now, isn’t it?”

He whispered, “The most real thing I’ve ever had.”

As they stood in that morning embrace—two broken hearts now beating as one—the sound of tiny feet and giggles approached.

“Ammaaaa! Dadaaa!” Ayan and Aradhya called in chorus.

Veeresh sighed dramatically. “Saved by the kids. Again.”

Poornima laughed. “Looks like your couch plan is still valid.”

He leaned in, kissed her cheek again and murmured, “We’ll see, Mrs. Suryavanshi. The night always favors the brave.”

And with that, the morning erupted into playful chaos—with Aradhya in his arms, Ayan tugging Poornima, and the smell of filter coffee drifting from the kitchen.

Their love had found its home—in stolen kisses, teasing smiles, shared parenting, and a quiet forever.