S*X IN SAREE |18+

—SOHINI—

I stirred awake in the middle of the night, skin flush against warmth—Vedant's strong arms wrapped around me, our bodies tangled beneath the duvet. We were both naked. His breath brushed against the back of my neck, steady and deep.

But my stomach had other plans.

A low grumble echoed, and an insatiable craving hit—something cold, creamy, sweet. Ice cream. My mouth watered at the thought.

I slipped into Vedant's oversized T-shirt, the fabric barely covering my thighs, and tiptoed to the door like a thief. I didn't want to disturb my peacefully sleeping husband.

"Sohini?" came his sleepy voice, low and deliciously raspy with sleep.

I froze. Busted.

"Just the kitchen. I'm hungry," I murmured.

"Now?" he said, glancing at the clock on his phone. "It's 2 a.m."

He rolled out of bed and tugged on his track pants. I bit my lip, guilty for waking him.

"I'll go. You sleep, love," I whispered.

But Vedant walked over, kissed the top of my head, and said, "Next time, whenever—wherever—whatever you want to eat, you'll tell me, okay?"

My heart melted into a puddle right there. I nodded, and we made our way downstairs.

"What does my queen desire?" he asked, stretching his arms as he entered the kitchen.

I leaned on the counter, flashing him a playful grin. "You."

He let out a chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. "Smooth. Now seriously."

"Ice cream. Strawberry." I clapped my hands like a child.

"You'll catch a cold," he warned, raising an eyebrow. "Not good for the baby either."

"Please?" I pouted.

He sighed dramatically. "How about chocolate-dipped strawberries instead?"

I grinned. "Yes."

He got to work—melting chocolate, washing fruit, cutting bananas and grapes—while I just sat on the counter, shamelessly ogling my husband. He moved with purpose, shirtless, all muscle and focused. My heart clenched. No one had ever made me feel this cared for. Like I was fragile yet sacred.

"Done," he said, setting the plate in my lap and feeding me a bite.

I smiled, even though the strawberry was a little too sour. "It's perfect."

He beamed like he'd just won MasterChef.

"Try the banana," he insisted.

This time it hit the craving just right. Chocolate and banana, warm and cool. Sweet. I moaned softly in appreciation.

"Thank you," I murmured, pulling him close and kissing him deeply, letting him taste the chocolate on my tongue.

"If you really want to thank me—" he teased, scratching the back of his neck.

I hopped off the counter and turned around, slowly bending over, pulling the hem of his T-shirt up my bare thighs until my ass was fully on display.

"Is this sincere enough?" I purred, glancing back.

Vedant's breath hitched. "Yes."

He pressed his hardness against my back, his hand gripping my waist as he pulled his pants down and slid his cock inside me with a groan. The stretch was perfect—slow and aching, like he wanted to savor every inch.

I gasped, bracing myself on the counter as his hands laced with mine.

His lips found the back of my neck, sucking greedily, and I knew I'd have marks in the morning. I didn't care.

He rocked into me, a slow rhythm, every thrust full and deep, designed to make me melt.

"What do you think?" he whispered into my ear. "Is it a boy or girl?"

I couldn't think. "W-What do you want?" I whimpered, tightening around his dick.

"A girl. A mini you," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I even picked the name—Vinni. Vinnie Das Khanna."

I let out a breathless laugh as he thrusted out again. "If it's a boy?"

"I'll teach him to protect you and respect women." His voice turned fierce. "You can name him."

"S-Siddhant," I moaned. "Vedant—fuck—yes—right there—"

He picked up the pace, one hand squeezing my breast under the T-shirt, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit. My body trembled. My legs tightened. The sensations overwhelmed me.

"Oh my God—fuck—" I moaned into my arm, trying not to scream as he drove into me faster.

"Feel me, Soh—" he groaned. "Come for me."

And I did. My walls clamped down hard, pulling him with me as we both came. He buried himself to the neck, pumping his release deep inside me. We stayed like that, trembling, breathless.

When he pulled out, his cum slid down my thighs in warm rivulets.

"What a mess you made," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him.

He kissed my temple—but before either of us could recover—

"What the—" came a voice from the doorway.

We jumped apart like guilty teenagers.

My mother-in-law stood there in her night robe, rubbing her eyes. "You two were so loud."

My jaw dropped. "Oh God."

She looked around, eyeing the messy counter and half-eaten chocolate plate. "For a second, I thought the house was haunted."

"I just had a sweet craving," I offered weakly, batting my lashes.

She softened. "Aww, honey. Next time, wake me. Vedant sucks at cooking. I don't want you getting food poisoning."

Vedant groaned. "Mom—come on."

She grinned. "He's been taking cooking classes for you, you know. That's why he comes home late."

I blinked, turning to Vedant. "Seriously?"

He looked away, embarrassed. "That was supposed to be a surprise."

She patted my head. "It's getting cold, wear leg warmers, baby. And Vedant, take her shopping tomorrow."

"Yes, madam," he saluted.

She winked before walking away. "Good night. And next time? Be quieter—or at least wait until I'm not home."

We both stood there, stunned and sheepish. Then we burst into laughter.

The next morning, Mom made me brownies—just because I'd craved them the night before. She was sweet like that. Sometimes I felt she treated me better than her own son. Not just because I carried her grandchild, but because she was simply kind-hearted. She even wanted me to take over her NGO—Hope—an organization built to empower women, supporting those in education, work, and survivors of domestic violence.

My mother-in-law was, without a doubt, my inspiration.

"You like it?" she asked excitedly as I took a bite.

I nodded. "Wow. I love it."

"I'll bake some more for you then," she said, lighting up like a child.

"Mom? What about me? Can I have a bite?" Vedant reached out, only to get slapped on the hand.

"You're about to be a father—grow up!" she scolded him.

I couldn't help but giggle.

Later, after breakfast, Vedant took me to the mall. And that's where I saw him—Ritwik, my ex-husband.

He wasn't alone.

He was on a date with a girl in a pink kurti and jeans. Funny, how he used to hate it when I wore jeans.

"Good thing he fumbled. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had you," Vedant murmured, his eyes tracking mine.

"I don't want to see him," I said quickly, trying to walk away. But just then—

"Sohini!" Ritwik called.

I froze. My heart beat faster. I wasn't sad. Just—shaken. But before the panic could rise, Vedant wrapped his arm around me.

"Sohini, it's good to see you," Ritwik said, his eyes scanning me—my shorts, Vedant's shirt. "You've changed. You're glowing."

"Yeah," Vedant said with a smirk. "You glow differently around good people."

The girl beside him narrowed her eyes at us. "Who's this?"

"My—friends," Ritwik mumbled.

"I'm Priya," she smiled. "Ritwik's girlfriend."

Vedant chuckled darkly. "Moved on quick, huh? For a man who didn't want to sign the divorce papers."

"You were married?" Priya asked, shocked.

"Oops," Vedant said deadpan. "Didn't know you lied to her."

"Liar," Priya hissed before storming off.

Ritwik looked flustered, then tried to land a final blow. "It's noble of you, raising someone else's child. That's not easy."

Vedant blinked, then looked at me—mock-hurt. "Sohini—you never told me."

"Yes, that's why I divorced her," Ritwik added, all smug and stupid, before running after his now-furious girlfriend.

Vedant rolled his eyes. "What a loser. How'd you put up with him?"

"I-I—" My throat choked. I wasn't sad. But the memories—the emotional—rushed in all at once.

"I'm here," Vedant said, hugging me tightly. "Forget that idiot."

I took a deep breath. I didn't hate Ritwik. He wasn't all bad. And maybe he'd treat Priya better.

"Vedant—never leave me alone," I whispered.

"I won't. Promise," he said, kissing my temple, his grip tightening around me.

That same grip held me through my entire pregnancy. The same smile greeted me every time I woke him up at midnight. The same warm hug wrapped around me when I cried for no reason at all.

And then—the day came.

"Push, baby," Vedant encouraged, gripping my hand tightly. The midwife echoed him.

I lay on the bed, legs wide open, a lady doctor between them.

"Give one more push," she said.

"I am!" I screamed. The pain was searing, like my body was splitting apart. "Ahh—I can't!"

"We can see the head. Just a little more!"

"ARGHHH!" I cried out. "FUCK—"

"You can bite me if you need to." Vedant pushed his hand toward my mouth. "I'm with you. We're in this together."

So I did. I bit him. And I pushed. One last push.

A scream tore from me—and then a louder cry filled the room.

The doctor held up a tiny body, slick with blood. My chest heaved, and my eyes fluttered closed.

"You did great," Vedant whispered, kissing my forehead.

"My baby—" I gasped.

"It's a girl. Congratulations," the midwife smiled, placing her on my chest.

She stopped crying the moment she felt my heartbeat. I looked up at Vedant. He was smiling.

And in that moment, everything was perfect.

Our perfect little family.