𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐞

Epilogue

Vihaan POV:

It's been 3 months since our marriage, and finally, our life is going smooth without any obstacle or anyone trying to murder us.

She's now in the 6th month, and trust me, leave about her cravings, I can manage that, but damn, her mood swings are at peak.

These days, words of affirmation have become her love language. Of course, physical touch was still there, but currently this is dominating more.

Right now, we are in our room after dinner. It's been one hectic day for me because our new game has been launched and those promotion schedules had me in a tight spot.

She whined again, "Aaan, you are not paying attention to me."

I picked her up and sat on the couch in the balcony and kissed her cheek, saying, "I am listening to you, baby."

She poked her finger on my eyebrows and said, "Then stop frowning."

I smiled, leaning into her neck and inhaled her scent. My entire tiredness ran away. She asked, "Aan, will you choose me in a room full of attractive women?"

I sighed, kissing her shoulder, "Vie, I have chosen you already in the entire world of women, so why will a room full of women make a difference?"

She laughed, asking, "So you will choose me every time?"

I said, "I married you, baby. How much more confirmation do you need? I have traveled lifetimes and born again for you. Isn't that enough?"

She nodded, asking, "So you think I am beautiful?"

Now, this woman is getting on my nerves. I said with a little raised tone, "Of course, you are beautiful, Vie."

She clung on me like a koala. Her stomach is a bit big now, so that does stop her from hugging me fully. She asked, "So will you still love me if I lost both my arms, both my legs, and my body fell off, and I was nothing but a head?"

I controlled my laugh. "Vie, that is medically impossible."

She pulled out and looked at me glaring, shouting, "Aan, you are supposed to say yes, baby, I would carry your head around proud and love you until the day I die."

Okay, she is really gone mad now. She suddenly started crying and got off my lap, saying, "You don't love me anymore, Aan. You are not liking me becoming fat, you are not liking that I am eating so much, right? You are not even spending more time with me like the first time I met you," she sniffed.

I picked her up again, but she protested. I said in a strict voice, "Vie, you will fall, stop moving." She just groaned but stayed still, so I sat on the bed and made her sit on my lap again.

I took some strands of her hair and placed them behind her ears, wiped her tears, and cupped her face gently, saying, "Vie, listen carefully. You are the song of my heartbeats. You are the music of my life. You are my life. You are my devotion. You are my light. You are my freshness. You are my every happiness. You are my love. You are my affection. You are my soulmate."

"You are in my eyes. You are in my memories. You are in my breath. You are in my sighs. You are in my sleep. You are in my dreams. You are in every word of mine. You are in my days and nights. You are in my morning. You are in my evening. You are in my thoughts. You are in my work. You are everything I gain. You are everything I lose."

"You are my laughter. You are my tears. You wake me up, you put me to sleep. Wherever I go, wherever I look, you are there. Without you, I am nothing, Vie."

"So do you think just because your body is changing I would love you less? My love for you goes beyond anything physical. You are my everything, Vie, and nothing will ever change that. Okay?"