Talab - Chapter 37: Chapter 37

It had been two days since Ruhi's periods ended.
And she could no longer hide her feelings — not from herself, not from him.
They had always fallen asleep wrapped in each other, shared soft kisses on the forehead and cheek — but tonight, she craved more.
She wanted to feel his love in the truest sense.
She was ready. For him. For them.
She wore a dark blue saree with a deep-neck blouse, her hair falling in waves down her back. She looked nothing less than poetry woven into a woman.
After hours of practice, she had finally cooked creamy pasta for him, lit candles, set out two glasses of red wine, and filled their bedroom with a warm, sensual scent.
The only thing missing... was Maan.
He was at the construction site and didn't realize how late it had gotten. When he reached home, it was nearly midnight.
He unlocked the door — the house was dark, soaked in silence.
He reached for the light switch, but—
"Relax... it's me," came a whisper behind him.
"Your Rooh. Just trust me in whatever I'm about to do."
She blindfolded him gently and led him through the dimly lit corridor toward their bedroom. The air smelled different — something warm, wild, and intoxicating.
She stopped him in front of the bed, then knelt down quietly.
"Open your blindfold," she whispered.
He did.
And he froze.
There she was — his wife, his world, kneeling before him in blue silk, holding a ring.
"I know I'm your naughty wife..." she smiled shyly, "but Mr. Innocent, this Mrs. Naughty has fallen for you — really, really hard."
Her voice trembled with truth.
"I can't even describe how special you are to me. I want to grow old with you... have tiny babies with your smile and my eyes. Maan, will you be my better half?"
His eyes misted over.
He knelt down beside her and hugged her tight.
"I can't believe you did all this... for me. You made me feel like the most loved man in the world."
"You already are, Maan," she whispered.
"You're already my soulmate. My Rooh. My Jaan. My Naughty Wife," he said, kissing her forehead.
She giggled and kissed his cheek.
"I made pasta... trust me, it's actually edible."
He laughed and cupped her face.
"I trust you even more than I trust myself."
He fed her a bite. She blushed and fed him too. Slowly, softly.
Then, she slid into his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered:
"Make love to me, Maan."
His breath caught.
Tears filled his eyes — the weight of that moment, her trust, her surrender, her love — it all wrapped around his heart.
"Rooh..." he whispered, voice cracking, "I could never say no to you. Never.
But I promise... I'll try every way to control the beast in me. I'll be gentle. I'll treat you like the moon you are."
He pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
Then gently lifted her in his arms and laid her at the center of the bed — as if she were sacred.
Meanwhile – Rajvansh Mansion
Tara swirled the wine in her glass and said venomously,
"You know, Raj... my blood burns when I see them together. I just want their happiness to burn. To shatter."
Raj chuckled, massaging her legs.
"Let them enjoy for now. Very soon, Maan will be back to his miserable life."
She threw her glass against the wall.
"I've waited long enough! I can't wait anymore!"
"Then stop waiting," Raj said coldly. "Start destroying.
Maan hovered above her, eyes locked into hers like he could see her soul.
"Rooh... do you trust your Maan?"
She cupped his face, eyes glistening.
"Maan... I trust you more than I trust myself.
Tonight, I'm giving you something sacred — my self-respect, my dignity.
Not because I have to. But because I love you.
Because this... this is what trust is."
She kissed him softly.
He looked at her as if she were the only truth that ever existed.