WICKETS AND WIDGETS

Epilogue

Morning's gentle light filtered through the pristine white curtains, casting a soft glow upon the cozy room. The melodious chirping of birds outside accompanied the gentle sway of the wind, its whispers caressing the room like a lover's touch.

"Kabir," I murmured tenderly to the man nestled beneath the sheets. "It's time to wake up, dude. It's already 8."

He responded with a soft, sleepy groan, shifting slightly in the sheets.

"Come on, man. If we don't get up soon, we'll both be late for work," I said, my voice carrying a hint of playful complaint.

With a gentle yet firm touch, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt the warmth of his embrace, the reassuring strength of his hold, as he drew me to rest beside him, our bodies entwined in a loving embrace that spoke volumes without a single word.

"Hey," I exclaimed in surprise as he pulled me closer.

"Just sleep with me," he murmured in his morning voice, still keeping his eyes closed.

"I've already done that, you know," I teased, hinting at something more intimate.

His eyes flew open, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "What do you mean?" he stammered, caught off guard.

I winked playfully. "If you know, you know," I said with a mischievous smile. I gently freed myself from his embrace and got out of bed, heading towards the door. "For someone who claimed not to be into sex just a year ago, you seem pretty wild now."

He sat up, his expression a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his ears turning red.

I shook my head, smiling. "No need to apologize. I'm fine. Though my legs feel like Jell-o, there are some things worth losing to gain something better. Like your..." I trailed off with a smirk, leaving the rest to his imagination.

"Like my what?" Kabir asked with a nonchalant air, though his eyes sparkled with playful curiosity.

I found myself momentarily flustered by his calm response. "Like what, Aryan?" he repeated, his smile hidden but teasing.

Matching his playful tone, I replied with a hint of mischief, "Your innocence," letting the words hang in the air for a moment. "You're not the sweet, innocent virgin anymore. Maybe your teammates will have to find a new nickname for you now."

He met my gaze steadily, a knowing glint in his eyes. "I suppose I've undergone a bit of a transformation," he admitted, his voice tinged with desire. "But you're the one to blame for that."

As he rose from the bed and took slow, deliberate steps toward me, the atmosphere crackled with unspoken affection and desire. His proximity sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hmm," I murmured, closing the distance between us, a playful glint in my eyes. "I'd take offense if I wasn't the one responsible for that delightful change," I teased, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. "After all, we are talking about my husband."

He smiled, a mix of affection and desire dancing in his eyes. "You've made me a man, once again," he confessed softly.

Arching an eyebrow, I replied, "Well, I never saw you in the light of a woman before either, so I'm not quite sure what you're talking about."

He shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm talking about my libido. After everything I went through, I thought I'd lost that part of myself. But then you came into my life, effortlessly reigniting the fire within me," he admitted. "I used to feel broken, but you've healed me in ways I never imagined."