Chapter 38 – Only Us

The penthouse felt quiet for the first time in days. Ravi closed the door behind them, the city lights flickering through the tall windows, casting a soft glow around the room.

Gayathri looked at him, a playful smirk on her lips. “We could have brought the kids,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Ravi lifted her easily into his arms, holding her close against him. “It’s our time, madam,” he whispered, voice low and husky.

“Shameless,” she murmured, trying to wiggle but laughing softly, her hands running over his shoulders.

He set her down gently on the bed but didn’t release her. His hands traced the curve of her back, his touch firm but tender. Gayathri’s breath hitched, and she clutched at his shirt.

“Ravi…” she murmured, voice trembling.

“Yes?” he replied, letting the single word linger between them.

She repeated it, soft, needy. “Ravi… don’t stop.”

His lips found hers instantly, deepening the kiss, pulling her closer. Every movement was careful, deliberate—exploring, claiming, yet respectful. She arched into him, holding his face, pressing herself against him, whispering his name again and again.

“Ravi…” Her voice grew heavier with every breath, every whisper a plea.

He responded to every sound, every touch, moving with her rhythm. His hands caressed her, tracing lines that made her shiver, holding her as if he could keep her safe from everything, from the world outside.

Their bodies moved together naturally, a dance of closeness, passion, and trust. Gayathri’s hands were in his hair, her lips searching his whenever she could, each “Ravi” trembling and urgent.

He smiled against her lips, murmuring her name too, letting her hear him in a low, steady voice. “Gayu…”

Hours passed like moments. Each touch, each whispered name, each soft sigh brought them closer—not just physically, but in every sense that mattered. She clung to him, and he held her as if letting go was impossible.

Finally, they lay together, tangled and breathless. Ravi’s arms wrapped tightly around her, one hand resting protectively over her belly. Gayathri nestled against him, still whispering his name softly.

Ravi kissed her temple, then her hair. “Sleep now, Gayu,” he murmured.

She snuggled closer, murmuring, “Ravi…” one last time before the exhaustion and contentment took over, and they both drifted into a quiet, shared sleep, the city lights their silent witnesses.