Epilogue
Arnav’s POV
Eight Months later
Life in Denmark has been peaceful. It’s a beautiful morning with my wife sleeping in my arms. The first ray of sunshine hits her face and she tosses on the bed trying to spoon into me further. I’ve been obsessed with her angelic face and the soft snores she makes every night when she is peacefully sleeping. I stroke her hair as she kisses my chest, reminding me we are hardly wearing any clothes. Her gown and my night pants are discarded and lying somewhere in the corner of this bedroom. Though the urge to devour her again prickles my body I don’t want to exhaust her more than she already is by last night. So, I close my eyes again to avoid waking her up by my morning hardon. But my wife is too smart. She senses it even before I admit I am turned on for her and in minutes, her hands are everywhere on my lower body coaxing me to finish what I have in mind. The next instant we end up having a morning round of love making like most days and take another quick nap of an hour. Life couldn’t be better than this.
The sharp noise of gunshots wake me up again but I know exactly where they are coming from and why? The first thing I do is wear my clothes, get down the bed and open the window only to find my wife Khushi practicing the shooting wearing the noise cancelling ear muffs. The last six months she has shown a great improvement in aiming the target and now she can shoot like a pro. I hadn’t insisted her on learning to shoot but Khushi was curious to upgrade her skills and apart from learning self-defense from her bodyguard Kate, she practiced to shoot too.