Ishani sat in the patio of her room beside the pool, dressed in a crop top and linen pants, her hair half tied as the cool night breeze gently brushed against her face.

She had been busy painting for quite some time, completely lost in her work. Finally, after finishing the painting, she leaned back and admired it for a moment before glancing at the time on her phone. 12:00 A.M. Her eyes widened slightly. She had been working for hours without realizing it. Setting the painting aside, she walked back into the bedroom, only to find it completely empty. She huffed, slapping her forehead lightly. Of course, her husband was probably still working like a madman at this hour. Slipping her feet into her house slippers, she walked out of the room and headed straight toward his study, determined to drag him away from work.

She walked straight into the study and found Ranvijay sitting behind the large table, his reading glasses resting low on his nose as his fingers moved continuously across the laptop keyboard. The entire room was dimly lit, with only a single yellow bulb casting a soft glow over the desk. Ishani stepped inside and stopped directly in front of him, folding her arms across her chest. She tapped her knuckles lightly against the table, but Ranvijay was so absorbed in his work that he didn't notice her at first. A few seconds later, he finally looked up, his tired eyes meeting hers. The exhaustion was clearly visible on his face, yet the man was still sitting there working like he had forgotten what sleep was.

He sat up straight, firmly pulling Ishani by her wrist until she tumbled onto his lap. Looking for warmth and comfort, he immediately buried his face against her chest, letting out a soft breath.

"Tired?" she asked gently, her fingers weaving through his thick hair as he nodded against her skin. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her even closer before his lips found her neck. He began to kiss her there, suckling the tender skin and leaving faint marks behind, making her close her eyes in a wave of pure bliss. His lips felt incredibly warm against her skin as they slowly traced a path down to her chest. In one swift movement, he pulled her crop top over her head, leaving her sitting before him in just a navy blue lacy bra.

He lightly touched the delicate material, looking up at her. "You love these lacy bras?" he murmured. Ishani smiled down at him, whispering, "So much." Without another word, he leaned forward again, comfortably nuzzling his face into the soft valley of her chest.