Whenever Rudra returned home, the air seemed to change around Shivika. It was as if his mere presence commanded attention, and there was an undeniable connection between themโone that was a perfect blend of playful teasing and silent, unspoken intimacy. Whether it was the way he would glance at her from across the room, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary, or the subtle way his fingers would brush against hers as they passed a plate or he adjusted her hair, Shivika couldnโt deny the electricity between them. Every small, fleeting moment carried an intense, unspoken tension. She felt it too, though she wasnโt sure what to make of it. Still new to the rhythm of married life, she was learning the delicate dance of what bound them togetherโthe things left unsaid, the quiet exchanges, and the way his touch could send a thousand unspoken words racing through her mind.
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