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Three months after epilogue 2:

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"Machan, ready to go?" Gokul exclaimed, strolling into his best friend's cabin. The glass door shut behind him with a soft squeak as he lowered himself into the plush single-seater in front of the work desk.

"In five minutes. Have to submit this, and then we are off." Vikram glanced at his watch and stated, as his long fingers tapped away on the keyboard, for the report due Monday.

"Alright," Gokul drawled, lifting the paperweight off the table and spinning it in his hands. His eyes twinkled in mischief, and his lips lifted in a teasing grin as he continued, "I heard you requested shift changes."

"Hmm," Vikram nodded absentmindedly as his eye scanned the words on his screen, oblivious to his friend's cheshire cat grin.

"Can't stay away from the new wife, huh?" The grinning man teased, his eyebrows dancing across his forehead as he leaned toward the desk. Being a Training Manager sure has its perks, a separate spacious room with an elegant and simplistic design.

Vikram finally took his eyes off the screen and acknowledged his smug-looking best friend. "Yes, any problem with that?"

"None! But did they approve tho?"

"Why do you want to know?" Vikram raised on his feet, his black slacks straining against his thighs as he walked towards the printer, as the machine fed off the report he finished at that moment.

"So I can gloat if they rejected it," Gokul exclaimed, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Well, I'm sorry about that," Vikram smirked, stacking the report in order before picking a file off the shelf and clipping it inside.

"Why are you smirking?" Pointing an accusing finger at his smirking friend, Gokul questioned.

"What'd you think?" Vikram chuckled, and two adorable dimples popped on his cheeks as his brown eyes twinkled in mirth.

"Did they approve it? Seriously? When I asked, they said I quote "I'm sorry, we cannot change the shift without any valid reason." Gokul gaped as he blinked in confusion. Their company has a strict policy with their shift, and without a valid reason, they won't agree to any shift swaps.

And to his knowledge, his dear friend here sure doesn't have a valid reason.

"I had a valid reason," Vikram stated as he leaned over his chair to shut down the system, his eyes glimpsing at the photo on his desk for a second. His wife was on his chair with him standing behind it as he leaned over to show something on his system. It was her first day at their office after her transfer from Hyderabad to CBE.

"That reason is? Please don't tell me what I think it is!"

"I'm newly married. My wife and I are on different shifts." Vikram grinned, winking at his gaping friend as he walked towards the door and held the door open for Gokul.

"Bro!! That is valid?" Gokul gasped, palming his mouth with his right hand as he followed Vikram outside. "How did they approve?"

"Yup. Networking, Gokul. Networking."

"Lucky bastard! Enjoy." Gokul shoved him with the file as the two men descended the stairs, earning a look from a couple of Vikram's trainees as they walked past them. Gokul acknowledged the freshers with a nod when they smiled at him.

"Why does that girl look at you like that?" Gokul elbowed him on his rib playfully as the said girl threw a longing look at Vikram over her shoulder as she nodded to whatever her friend said.

"Which girl?" Vikram vaguely asked as they finally reached his lead's room.

"The girl in blue?" Gokul raised a brow, pointing his thumb toward the stairs as he watched his friend give his report once over.

"Blue? Did anyone walk past us?" Vikram asked, looking up from the file.

"If that girl heard you now, she gonna regret having a crush on you." Gokul rolled his eyes as Vikram shrugged off his bag and dumped it on his shoulder.

"The only woman I want in my life to crush on me is my wife." Vikram declared, raising his left hand to show off the platinum band that his wife slid on his fourth finger on their wedding day.

"Right, uh! Why don't you go drop this off instead of feeding me the dog food in the early morning, eh?" Gokul pleaded when the ring reflected from the light fell on his face, nearly blinding him in the early morning.

"You're married. Dog food is for single people. If Viha heard you use this idiom wrong, she would go bri—"

"Still! I still feel like we are in a school where you guys would let me and Dhanya guard the corridors while you and Harshi eat each other's fac—

"Okay, shut up. You are making me miss her even more. Go, start the car. I'll be in 2." Deciding to end his misery, Vikram threw his car keys at his friend's awaiting palms before knocking on his lead's door and entering with a smile.

"Whipped," Gokul muttered, shaking his head with a smile. His hands reached for his phone to call his wife, who took his call at the first ring.

"Missed me, sweetie?"

"Who would miss your noisy ass at 6 on a Saturday morning?!"

Gokul burst into laughter at his wife's grumpy voice, startling the security on duty as he walked towards Vikram's car. There was a skip in his steps as he dumped their bags and rushed to get behind the wheel.

"The one who married this handsome ass!" He countered, connecting it to the speaker as he drove to the entrance to see his awaiting best friend.

"Yeah yeah, handsome, whatever. Where are you?"

"On the way, babe."

After a beat of a moment, she whispered. "Get your noisy ass back soon. I missed you."

"I missed you too!"

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Mature content ahead ;)

After dropping Gokul off on his way and picking up breakfast from his mom's home, Vikram reached their home in thirty minutes to seven.

Parking his car on the front porch, Vikram got off it and practically jogged to the front door, his bag and breakfast long forgotten behind in the passenger seat.

His fingers quickly worked on the lock as he removed his shoes and socks. Dumping his tie and socks into the basket in the laundry room, he emptied his pockets. His wallet, the car keys, and his watch found their place dining table as he climbed two steps at a time to reach their bedroom.

Their home was impossibly quiet, so his footsteps echoed in the silent hallway. Slowing down, he took mindful steps toward their bedroom. The morning sun from the window in the hallway illuminated his tall figure. His dark hair was slightly messy from running his hands through it all night.

He gently opened the door and stepped inside the cloak of darkness, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His fingers automatically went to the light switch, but rather than switching it on, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark room.

Their room smelled of that one candle Harshitha lit while reading books. The candle smell lingered in the air, and the candle was still liquid in the glass, which meant she just went to sleep.

The high ceiling fan ran on full blast, causing the dark curtains to sway gently, allowing a glimpse of the sunlight to stream through their room.

Once his eyes adjusted to the dark, He walked towards their bed.

His eyes softened, a gentle smile forming on his lips as his eyes found his wife's figure on their bed. Her hair splattered across his pillow as she slept on her side.

His whole body relaxed when he saw a peaceful and serene look on her sleeping face. Her arched brows relaxed, her long lashes gracing her cheeks, her lips forming a pout as she slept.

He halted on his steps when she mumbled something in her sleep and kicked off the comforter, revealing her legs.

Bare legs. That wrapped around his waist tightly as he thr—

'Get your mind off the gutter, Vikram.' He chastised himself as he stripped up to his boxers and threw the clothes on the chair -for which he would be scolded once she woke up, but for now, getting beside her was more important- and lowered himself onto their bed.

"Vikram?" Harshitha mumbled, patting the spot behind her as she searched for his warmth. A frown formed on her face when her hands met with the cold sheet.

"I'm here, baby." Vikram covered her legs with the comforter and crawled toward her.

A smile bloomed on her lips when he pressed his lips against her soft cheeks. His lips lingered there, breathing in her scent as he engulfed her comforter-covered body in his arms. He moved a little lower and nuzzled his nose against her neck. Her pulse thumped against his lips as he sucked on her skin lightly before placing a soothing kiss on the reddening skin.

His lips skimmed down, leaving a trail of wet kisses and reaching his favorite mole on her collarbone.

Vikram paused when his fingers came in contact with her bare shoulder. Normally, his wife wore a camisole to the bed but now?

He doesn't know what she wore under the comforter or if she even wore something. Is she naked under the sheets? Blood rushed south at that thought.

Sensing he had stopped kissing, Harshitha opened her eyes slowly to see her husband hovering over her.

His lips were inches away from her skin as he stared at her bare shoulder with a dazed look.

"Hey, there. I was waiting for you, but I fell asleep." Harshitha greeted, reaching her arms out to touch him. She lightly caressed his stubble and circled her arms around his neck to bring him closer.

At her touch, he broke free from his daze, a look of desire taking over his feature as he looked at her in the eyes.

"Hey, hot stuff!" Vikram grinned, leaning down and joining their lips in a deep kiss. His hands cupped her face as his tongue grazed against her lips, coaxing her to open her mouth. A groan escaped his mouth when she parted her lips, welcoming his tongue into her warm mouth.

Her left hand reached between them, tracking his chest and abs as her right arm tightened around his neck, as their kisses became intense. They kissed like they couldn't get enough of each other. This was true, ever since they married, their shifts in the office changed, with Harshitha in the morning and Vikram in the night.

When one of them was sleeping, the other one was working. It drove them crazy, not able to spend time with each other.

Vikram's right hand advanced inside the comforter to feel her skin. A satisfied hum escaped his lips when his hands came in contact with the soft, smooth skin of her waist.

"I like that," Vikram murmured against her lips when they parted for oxygen. His warm hand moved across her body, earning a breathy moan from her when his large hands enclosed her heavy breast. "Correction, I fucking love that."

"I know." Harshitha giggled, squealing when he tweaked her nipple with his fingers.

Her giggles dissolved into a moan when his mouth descended to where his hands were. His warm wet mouth wrapped around her nipple and sucked deeply, sending jolts of shivers straight to her core.

"Oh, Vikram," Harshitha moaned when he circled the tip with his tongue and blew cold air around her nipple as his warm hands kneaded the soft flesh. Her moan encouraged him to go further as his mouth sucked her breasts alternatively.

His eyes caught a few fading love bites on her under breast he left the other day. His mouth found those again, sucking and licking the fading marks, causing her to tighten her hold on his hair.

He gradually moved down and drew her thighs around his midriff as he peppered kisses on her stomach and waist as his hands kneaded her ass gently.

"Ah," Harshitha gasped when he reached between her legs. Her legs tightened around his head when he ignored her panties-covered heat and moved down to kiss her inner thighs.

"Gotta show extra love on those thunders marks." He nudged her to loosen her legs around his head as he kissed the stretch marks —or thunder marks as he loved to call them— on her inner thighs.

"You and your love for those!" Harshitha exclaimed, running a hand through his soft hair gently as he placed soft kisses on it.

"You got a problem with that?" His hands made their way to her hips, dangerously close to her sorry excuse of panties. It barely covered anything, which her dear best friend designed and gifted to her on their one-month anniversary.

"No......oh!" She gasped, clenching the sheets tightly as her husband finally gave attention to her pulsing heat. His knuckles grazed against the damp cloth teasingly as she inched forward to feel more of his touch.

"Are you wet, baby?" Vikram questioned, hooking his fingers at panties and dragging them down her legs in an agonizing slow moment as he observed his wife's expression.

"Yes." Her answer was quick, which made her husband chuckle.

"Love the communication here." He teased, running a finger on her wet pussy.

"Just shut up and make me come," Harshitha grumbled, pulling him down for a kiss as her eager hands entered his boxer and took him in her warm hands.

"Ah, feisty!" He groaned loudly when his warm palms held him gently and moved up and down on his shaft at a controlled speed. His middle finger entered her, earning a breathy moan from her as he thrust it deep and slower into her tight walls.

Harshitha bucked against his hand, her back arching off the bed when his thumb pressed against her clit as his other hand kneaded her right breast, and his mouth sucked the other nipple deeply.

"Tongue." Harshitha whimpered, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth, her hips rocking against his hands desperately in a desire for more friction,

At her command, Vikram released her nipple with a wet sound, cupped her ass, and yanked her closer. He leaned down and licked her clit slowly, causing her to clench his fingers tightly.

"I love going down on you. It turns me on so bad, baby." Vikram peered up to find her looking at him through droopy eyes as she breathed deeply, her hands playing with her nipple.

He resumed his task, giving languid strokes from her clit to her slit while he added a second finger and inched it deeply, making her moan loudly. Her clit pulsed against his tongue as his fingers worked faster, bringing her to the impending high.

"Vikram!"

Her hand left her nipple to hold his bicep as waves of pleasure burst through her body. His muscles strained against her palms as he sank his finger deep to prolong her orgasm. Her inner walls clamped tight around his fingers, making it impossible to move as she panted through her parted lips.

Giving her a minute to come down from her high, Vikram yanked open the curtains and sat on his knees to admire his wife.

"Damn." The morning light streamed through the room, bathing them in the golden glow.

He bit his lips as his eyes took in her. His eyes glided from her shiny long hair draped across the now rumbled sheets to her eyes glazed with desire, body flushed from her orgasm as she looked him through hooded eyes.

His wife's beautiful body was a canvas of his love that he painted with his love bites and wet kisses that glistened in the sunlight as she smiled at him shyly and beckoned him into her arms.

If this sight was not enough for his dick to twitch and throb like hell, he doesn't know what'd.

"Morning, Love." He greeted, crawling towards and embracing her soft body into his arms. She straddled him and nuzzled her face into his neck while his hands curved around her waist tightly. "Good morning, hon."

With her still straddling his hips, he sat and leaned his back against the headboard, so they were face to face. Her pebbled nipples grazed his chest while her swollen pussy, dripping from her orgasm, rubbed against his thighs greedily while her other hand stroked his dick.

"A very good morning indeed." Vikram groaned, running a hand through her hair as she bent down to take him into her warm mouth.

"Would love a bj but not now. I'm dying to be inside you." He pulled her off him and pressed her against the mattress. His lips enclosed around one pebbled nipple eagerly as his hands fumbled to find the condom in the bedside drawer.

"Position?" He asked as he ripped open the foil and tossed it toward her.

"Take me from the back." Harshitha moaned, reaching forward to catch the condom and rolling it down his dick. His right hand grabbed the back of her neck as they kissed, his left hand yanking her closer and grinding their lower bodies together.

"On your knees, ass up and face down, baby."

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An hour later, the freshly showered pair remembered they didn't have breakfast yet, so Harshitha dragged her clingy husband down to the kitchen to eat real food rather than 'her' as her husband suggested.

"Morning sex is heaven," Vikram mumbled, skimming his lips across his wife's neck as she heated their 'forgotten breakfast'.

"You say that every time we have sex— " Harshitha chuckled, tipping her head back in access as he sucked her ear while his eager hands wandered inside her robe. "—which is almost every day."

"Sex with you is heaven, okay?" He declared, pulling her body against his as he swayed them to the music playing in the living room.

"Fucking ok.....ay." She moaned when she felt his finger tweak and roll her nipples between his fingers as he pushed her robe aside, revealing her breasts to the cold ac blasting in their home.

She yelped in surprise when he carried and deposited her on the kitchen counter and yanked her closer to stand between her legs.

She watched her husband lean down and take her nipple into his mouth as his hand massaged the other. Her head tilted back with a breathy moan when she felt his teeth graze the tip lightly and soothe it by sucking.

Her back arched, eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed his mouth for a minute before a jolt of unexpected shiver went through her body, causing her to gasp loudly.

"Ouch, they are super sensitive now." She protested, pulling him off her chest. His dazed eyes met her before he hauled her closer and connected their lips in a kiss. His arms tightened around her waist when she wrapped her thighs around his torso.

The microwave's timer went off, startling the passionate couple.

"I can't get enough of you, pondatti!" Vikram groaned, sinking his teeth into her lower lips and nibbling them for a few seconds before pulling away from her addicting self.

"Same, baby." Harshitha breathed, hopping off him shakily. She quickly caught his arms when her knees buckled under her.

"Come on, go and relax. I'll bring the rest." He guided her to the living room, where their plates and water mug were already placed.

Harshitha picked up a glass of water and relaxed against the bunch of decorative pillows as she watched her husband bring the breakfast her mother-in-law prepared.

"Did athai inform anything?" She questioned, serving herself and Vikram a handful of Ven Pongal.

"If her asking when we are having a baby includes informing, then she informed this." Vikram chuckled, sitting down on the ground beside her legs after clinking her glass against hers.