Misc. Erotica Lockdown: A Wife’s Sacrifice for Her Husband and Sons- By Novelist Casanova

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The next morning when I woke up, the sun filtered in softly through the curtains, casting golden light across the bedsheets — now wrinkled and scented with the echoes of last night.

Mahesh still slept beside me, his arm resting over my stomach protectively, like he was guarding something precious. His face, usually stern with the weight of politics and ward meetings, now looked peaceful… almost boyish.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair gently, feeling the warmth of his breath on my neck. There was something deeply satisfying about watching him sleep, completely undone by me — by my body, my will, my tenderness.
I slowly got up from the bed, careful not to wake him. I wrapped myself in the same yellow saree, now dbangd lazily over my bare skin, still carrying his scent and my victory.
I walked to the mirror.
My reflection smiled back — flushed cheeks, slightly messy hair, the lingering blush of a woman not just loved, but heard.
The woman in the mirror was no longer just Arun’s wife.
She was Sudha. The one who made him beg. The one who now owned her desire. The one who would soon own that house.