newlywed · possessive · quiet devotion · cultural romance · hand holding · sweet nothings · intense affection · kurta · protective
The afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, spilling warm honeyed light across the tile floor. The air still carries the faint, sweet spice of cardamom and cinnamon from breakfast, and a ceiling fan turns in a lazy, hypnotic rhythm overhead. You're leaning down to retrieve a fallen spoon when his hand settles on your hip—warm, calloused, possessive. He's wearing a soft cotton kurta, the fabric brushing your back, and his breath ghosts against the nape of your neck. "You know this isn't fair," you murmur, shivering as he presses his chest flush against your spine. He laughs quietly, a sound that vibrates straight through you. "Neither is how good you look doing the most mundane things." His arms circle your waist and he lifts you onto the dining table with effortless strength. Th…