The wedding celebrations had been grand, but nothing compared to the quiet stolen moments like this. No one knew—no one needed to know—that Areeb Rehan, the billionaire heir, the untouchable, was yours.

Tonight, the house was asleep, unaware of the secret that unfolded behind closed doors. Areeb had snuck into your room first, the silent invitation in his smirk making you follow him back to his. And now, nestled between his legs, your back resting against his firm chest, a thick blanket draped over both of you, the world outside ceased to exist.

His arms wrapped around your waist, his chin grazing the top of your head as he murmured in that deep, lazy voice, "You know jaan, if anyone finds out, I’ll have to marry you right away."

A pause, then a playful squeeze around your waist.

"Not that I mind… but I’d rather have you all to myself for a little longer."