Ananya's POV"What two of you are you doing there?" The voice of the man compelled me to leave his lap and stand up immediately. He followed me and stood beside me looking for the source of the voice.  The man finally came in front of us, he was wearing a cop dress. He was looking in his mid 40's with a big belly and round mustache and he was wearing a police cap.  "Kids these days can't control their hormones" he passed a comment while making his way towards us.  He folded his palms into a tight fist at his comment. First, because he became an intruder and stopped him from taking what he wanted, and second he called him a kid. I wanted to laugh but I controlled myself as I guess we are in trouble now.  "Now give me your hands"  He unlocked a handcuff from the hooks of his pant. My eyes became wide. Is he going to arrest us?  

Ananya's POV  I woke up at around 11:00 AM. When I opened my eyes I saw Aarav's smiling face who was looking at his father like an inspector. It feels like he is still in his role making sure that his father is not hurting his Bambi.  I followed his gaze to find his father looking at me without blinking. "Why are you still here, "I said in a hoarse voice. I cleared my throat before speaking further.  "I mean it is your office time"  "Because I am bound to you" he pointed towards the handcuff and then it hit me that our hands are still in the chain.  "Oh, yeah! Why didn't you woke me up?"  "I wanted to wake you up in my style. My hands are aching to touch you but we are under surveillance" he signaled at Aarav and I chuckled, he was still looking at his father intently.  "He did not w

Rudra's POV After she disconnected the call, I called her again but she didn't pick up. If she is stubborn then I am a father in stubbornness. I will not sit silently before taking the thing I want. I called her again and this time she picked it up only to cut it again. But in those two seconds, I heard the muffled sounds. I got worried. My instinct says that something is wrong.I called her again and this time it came switched off. My heartbeats picked up their speed. I am 100% sure that something is wrong. "Sir, you have a meeting in 5 minutes" my assistant reminded me. "Cancel all my meeting for today""But sir, you are already on leave for the next week due to your wedding and this meeting is very important" "For me, nothing is more important than my family. And my instinct is saying my family is in trouble and they need me" Without wasting time I ran towards my ca

Rudra's POV I stepped into my room with her in my arms that was decorated beautifully for our wedding night. The sweet scent of rose petals decorated in the middle of the bed filled the room along with the fragrance of sweet-scented candles. Every nook and cranny was romanticized making it a perfect place for a perfect couple. I looked down at my bride who was looking glamorous than the room. Even the most beautiful sight is nothing in front of her. My eyes were busy reading my gorgeous wife while her eyes were busy scanning our beautiful surrounding. As I stepped ahead she met her eyes with me before hiding her face again to my chest clutching my dress tighter. I kissed her head and made her sit on our bed and looked down at her. The light of the moon that was peeping through the window was providing the glow to her moony face. The sparkle of the candle was shining in her lightly shrunk eyes, spreading glimmer o

Ananya's POV I am in my 2nd trimester of pregnancy. From the day we have got the news of my pregnancy he has started working from home. He and his mother take care of my everything even more than before. My life has changed a lot. The smile never leaves my lips in the daytime and sweet dreams never end without a happy ending at night. I, my rude, and Ma are sitting on the bed forming a circle and his childhood album is placed between us. Aarav is in school as today was his exam and Anirudh is running from here to there on the floor. From the day he has learned how to walk he has developed it as a hobby. He wants to walk and run all the time and he cries a lot if we stop him from running aimlessly. He keeps on running no matter how many times he falls or collides with furniture. My eyes were moving from here to there on the album holding the moments of his childhood when he placed his hand over a photograph.&