Even the household staff had grown comfortable in this rhythm. They would often exchange knowing smiles when they saw the master and mistress of the house sharing such effortless affection, soft touches, tender glances, and quiet laughter that filled the air like a melody. After waving her husband off that morning, Raellyn lingered at the doorway for a moment, basking in the soft afterglow of his presence before turning back inside. Her steps, light and unhurried, led her toward Arnav’s study. She knew very well that if her husband were home and caught her in this particular act, he would not approve.
And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to spend the entire day lying idle in bed. Even pregnancy couldn’t chain her to stillness for long. Her fingers itched for movement, her body craved a lit
