6 months later>>>

Siya sat cross-legged on the plush mattress in the dimly lit room, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Despite the comfortable warmth that enveloped her, she couldn't shake off the feeling of something being amiss. Ram had been distant, his touches absent, and she couldn't help but feel like a stranger in her own marriage bed. The once passionate and loving relationship had transformed into a cautious dance of avoidance.

Her eyes fell on the moonlit outline of Ram's form as he sat by the window, lost in his thoughts. The gentle rise and fall of his broad shoulders with each deep breath was the only indication that he was even in the room with her. The silence between them was thick, a palpable entity that seemed to suck the air out of the room.

"Is everything okay?" she ventured to ask, her voice a mere whisper in the quiet of the night.

Ram's head snapped up, his eyes meeting hers in the darkness. He took a step towards her, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his handsome features. "

"Yes," he replied, his voice strained. "Everything is fine." But the tension in his voice belied his words.

Siya felt a knot form in her stomach. She had been feeling the distance grow between them since they found out about the baby. The doctor had warned her to avoid stress, but she hadn't anticipated this kind of emotional turmoil. Her hand slid over her burgeoning belly, feeling the slight flutter of life inside her. "Is it because I am not beautiful like before?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Ram's eyes widened in shock. He quickly closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees beside the bed. "Siya, no," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're more beautiful than ever." He gently placed his hand over hers, feeling the warmth of their child. "It's not that."

"Did you fell in love with some one else?"questioned Siya.

"No, no never!" Ram's voice was filled with conviction. He took Siya's face in his hands and made her look at him. "It's nothing like that Siya. I love you more than anything in this world. You are the mother of our child, how can I ever think about someone else?"

"You know I miss you so much. I see you avoiding me. It hurts me." Said Siya sobbing like a kid.

Ram felt his heart constrict. He had been trying to protect her, to keep her away from the shadows of his own fears and insecurities. But it seemed his efforts had only pushed her away. He sat on the bed and pulled her into his arms, her sobs muffled against his chest.

"Siya, I'm sorry," he murmured, his own voice thick with unshed tears. "I've been scared. I don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. I know it's not fair to you, but I can't help it."

"I am scared you are pregnant with Triplets Siya." Said Ram.

Siya looked at him in shock and disbelief. "Triplets? Are you serious Ram?" she was trying to process the information.

"Yes, the doctor told me today. He said that your condition is stable for now, but the pregnancy is high risk. That's why I have been acting this way. I can't bear to lose you or our babies. The thought of you going through this alone is unbearable to me."

The revelation of her condition hit Siya like a ton of bricks. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she processed the gravity of the situation. She looked up at Ram, whose eyes reflected his fear and love for her. Without thinking twice, she smashed her lips onto his, the passion and desperation in her kiss leaving him stunned.

"You can't protect me by pushing me away, Ram," she whispered against his mouth. "We're in this together."

With those words, she initiated a fiery kiss that left Ram's world spinning. He could feel her urgency, her need for reassurance, and his resolve to keep his distance crumbled like sand in a storm. His hands found her waist, lifting her gently until she straddled him, her soft curves molding to his body as if they were made for each other. The passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface exploded into a conflagration that consumed them both.

Ram's mouth traveled down her neck, kissing and nipping at her sensitive skin as he inched closer to her swollen breasts. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could sense the need that pulsed through her veins. His own arousal grew with every second, his body responding to her touch with an urgency that was both overwhelming and exhilarating.

Gently, he parted her thighs, his fingers tracing the slick folds of her sex. It was flowing diwn like river. Her harmones were at peak right now.

Ram's breath was hot against her skin as he bent down, his mouth hovering just above her clit. He took his time, savoring the moment, before he finally made contact. The sensation of his tongue against her most sensitive spot sent shivers down Siya's spine, and she gripped the bedsheets tightly.

His tongue flicked and danced, exploring her folds with a hunger that left her breathless. With each pass, she felt herself getting closer to the edge, the tension building like a crescendo within her. His fingers slid inside her, curling and stroking, matching the rhythm of his mouth. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body sing.

Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of pleasure. Ram's eyes were closed, his face a picture of concentration as he focused on her every reaction. He felt her body tense, her muscles tightening around his fingers, and knew she was close. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking faster and harder against her clit.

Siya threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She had missed this, missed the feeling of his mouth on her, missed the way he could make her body come alive with just a touch. Her hips rocked against his face, seeking more, needing more, and Ram gave it to her without hesitation.

"Ram," she moaned, her voice hoarse with desire. "Please..."

He pulled away, his breathing ragged, his eyes searching hers for the unspoken question. "What, my love?"

Siya's breath hitched, her chest heaving. "Make love to me," she whispered, the need in her voice undeniable.

Ram's smirk grew wider, his eyes dark with desire. "How does my queen want it?" he teased, his thumb circling her clit lazily. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

"Dark chocolate," Siya replied, her voice a sultry whisper.

Ram's smirk grew into a full-blown smile as he leaned in to kiss her. The taste of her passion still lingered on his lips, a sweet reminder of the fire that burned between them. He stood up, his strong arms lifting her with ease, and carried her to the large, ornate four-poster bed that dominated the room.

"Strip," Ram commanded, his voice firm despite the tremor of desire that underlaid it.

With shaking hands, Siya began to remove her clothes, her eyes never leaving Ram's. He watched her, his gaze ravenous, as each piece of fabric fell away to reveal her soft, supple skin. She was a vision, her belly round with their unborn children, her breasts heavy and full. The sight of her made him feel possessive, made him want to claim her all over again.

As she lay before him, naked and vulnerable, Ram's own clothes quickly followed. He slid into the bed beside her, his skin hot against hers. His hands roamed her body, reacquainting himself with every curve and dip. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were touching the most precious of treasures.

"Give me your breasts, Siya," Ram whispered, his voice a hoarse rasp. "Let me worship them as they deserve."

With a soft sigh of surrender, Siya leaned back into the pillows, her body open and welcoming. Ram's eyes darkened with hunger as he took in the sight of her, his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her taut nipples. He leaned down, his mouth watering with anticipation, and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. The sensation was exquisite, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her core, making her squirm with need.

As Ram's mouth moved from one breast to the other, Siya felt a warm liquid start to flow from her, soaking the bed beneath her. She had never experienced this during their love-making before, but the sensation was too intense to be denied. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his face, urging him to take more. His teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, and she felt the liquid spurt out, the taste of her own desire mixing with her milk.

Ram was taken aback but didn't stop. He had heard of this happening but  never though he would experience himself. He found the taste sweet and slightly salty, and the scent intoxicating. It only fueled his hunger, and he suckled harder, eager to taste more. His hands roamed her body, his fingers sliding into the warmth between her thighs. He felt the slickness of her arousal, and his cock grew even harder.

"Ram, please," she begged, her body writhing beneath him.

Her pleas only served to spur him on, his need for her growing more intense by the second. He slid his hand down her body, his thumb playing with her clit as his other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently as he continued to suckle. The feel of her milk mixing with her juices was more than he could bear, and with a primal groan, he positioned himself at her entrance.

Siya's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and excitement. She could feel his arousal, thick and insistent, as he pushed into her. Her body stretched to accommodate his size, the sensation sending shockwaves through her. It had been months since they had been this intimate, and the feeling was both familiar and new, heightened by the changes in her body.

Ram's movements were deliberate and precise, his hips moving with a controlled power that made her feel safe, cherished, and desired. His strokes grew in speed, the tempo of their love-making increasing like the beating of a drum. Yet, even as he picked up the pace, he was careful not to be too rough, not to cause any harm to their unborn babies. It was a dance of passion and caution that only served to inflame the desire between them.

Siya's eyes never left his, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt herself building towards another climax. The friction was exquisite, the feeling of him filling her up as he moved within her sending her spiraling closer and closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on, her voice a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

"Harder, Ram," she begged, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please."

Her words were a siren's call, and Ram responded, his thrusts growing more forceful. He watched as her breasts bounced with each impact, the sight sending a jolt of arousal through him. His hands gripped her hips, his muscles flexing with each movement as he drove deeper into her, his cock coated in their combined juices. The scent of their passion filled the room, an intoxicating aroma that only served to drive them both wild.

Siya's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she took control of their rhythm. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his, the friction sending sparks flying through her body. Her moans grew louder, filling the air with the sweet sound of pleasure.

Ram watched her face, his own expression a mix of awe and adoration. She was so beautiful, so alive in this moment, and he felt his love for her expanding with each beat of his heart. He reached down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down onto him, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.

Siya threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she began to move, her hips rising and falling in a sensual rhythm that had Ram's eyes rolling back in his head. He watched her, his own movements matching hers, his cock disappearing into her over and over again. Her walls were tight around him, a warm, welcoming embrace that had him on the brink of release.

Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she moved faster, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Yes," she moaned, her eyes locked on his. "Just like that."

The intensity grew, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, each stroke bringing them closer to the brink of ecstasy. Ram could feel the pressure building within him, his balls tightening, his cock swelling. He knew he was close, so close.

"Ahh, Ram," Siya moaned, her voice a siren's song that sent shivers down his spine. She rocked against him, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm that had him panting. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of pleasure, and Ram knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Siya," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the room. He could feel himself losing control, the tightness in his balls growing almost painful as he approached climax. He thrust into her with all the passion and need that had been building for months, the desire to claim her, to be one with her, consuming him.

Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, the intensity of the moment reflecting in the depths of her eyes. She could feel him getting closer, could feel the tension in his body as he held back his release. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel powerful and loved all at once.

With one final, desperate push, Siya felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on Ram's cock, her body spasming with the force of her orgasm. The sensation of her milk mixing with her juices was almost too much to bear, and she screamed his name, her voice echoing through the room.

Ram felt her tighten around him, her climax setting off his own. He thrust deep, burying himself inside her as he came, his seed spilling into her womb with a fierce intensity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. His muscles tensed, his body trembled, and for a brief, perfect moment, he knew nothing but the pleasure of her body clenching around his.

When the world finally stopped spinning, he collapsed onto her, his breathing ragged and his heart racing. "Siya," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and love. "My love, my life."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a sated smile. "I need one more," she panted, the hunger in her voice unmistakable. "Please, Ram. One more round."

Ram chuckled, his body still trembling from the intensity of their lovemaking. "Greedy little queen," he murmured, kissing her forehead. But he could see the desire in her eyes, the need that hadn't been fully sated. And he knew that he would give her the world if she asked, let alone one more round of passion.

With a smirk, he rolled them over so that she was straddling him, her legs on either side of his waist. "You're going to have to work for it," he teased, his hands resting on her hips.

Siya's eyes flashed with a challenge. She knew her limits now, knew what she could handle, and she was tired of being treated with kid gloves. Leaning down, she whispered in his ear, "I've been controlling myself for six months, Ram. Don't you dare hold back."

Her words were like a match to dry kindling. Ram felt a surge of desire, his need for her spiking as he took in her fiery gaze. He had always loved her passion, her unbridled spirit, and he knew she was right. They had both suffered enough, and now was the time to set it free.

He gripped her hips firmly, guiding her as she began to move, her breasts bouncing with each bounce on his cock. Her milk flowed freely now, mixing with her juices to form a delicious cocktail that had Ram groaning in ecstasy. He watched her, his eyes dark with hunger as she rode him like a queen claiming her king.

Siya leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she moved faster, her breath coming in quick pants. The feeling of his cock filling her up, the taste of her own desire still lingering on his lips, it was all too much to handle. She felt herself building up again, the pressure in her core growing with each movement.

Her hand wrapped around the back of Ram's neck, her nails digging into his skin as she took control. He groaned, the pleasure of her tightening around him making his eyes roll back. His hands slid down to her ass, gripping her firmly as he met her thrusts with his own.