Ram walked out of the closet towards his study and locked it from inside, the journal clutched tightly in his hand. The weight of her words was too much to bear in the openness of their bedroom. He needed privacy to process, to understand the depth of her need and his failure to meet it. The click of the lock was final, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot in the quiet night.

He reached for his computer, his hand shaking slightly, and pulled up the security footage from their bedroom. He had installed the cameras for her protection, never dreaming they would be used for this purpose. He watched with a mix of fascination and horror as the video played out before him. There she was, his Siya, her face a mask of ecstasy, her body writhing in pleasure that he hadn't given her.

In the grainy footage, he could see her hand moving frantically between her legs, her eyes closed tightly as she chased her own release. She was beautiful, so beautiful that it hurt to watch. But it was the sound that really got to him – her cries of "Ram," echoing through the empty room, a silent scream that pierced his soul. He had been so blind, so lost in his own fears and insecurities, that he hadn't seen her pain.

The video played on, each moment a knife twisting in his gut. He watched as she brought herself to climax, her body arching off the bed in a silent scream of pleasure that was laced with despair. The camera captured it all, the way her breasts heaved, the way her pussy tightened around the toy, the way she whispered his name as if it was a prayer.

Ram felt like he was drowning, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He had been so caught up in his own fears and insecurities that he hadn't noticed her pain, her desperation. It was like watching a movie of his own failure, a tragic tale of love and neglect playing out before his very eyes.

He watched the footage, his eyes stinging with unshed tears, as Siya reached for the toys, her trembling hands a silent plea for the touch he hadn't provided. Each time she whispered his name, it was like a knife to his heart, a reminder of his shortcomings as a husband, as a lover. He had been so focused on the future, on the burden of the triplets, that he had ignored the present, the woman who needed him now.

The sight of her alone, her face contorted with pleasure and pain, was a stark contrast to the serene smiles she wore in his presence. The tears that trailed down her cheeks as she climaxed, the desperation in her voice, broke him completely. He had been her rock, but he had failed her in the most fundamental way. The realization was a crushing weight, leaving him gasping for breath.

Ram sank to his knees, the journal falling from his grasp. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, his mind racing with all the moments he had missed. The quiet sobs she had stifled when he had turned away, the way she had searched for him in the dark, her hand reaching out for his touch that never came. Each frame of the video was a stark reminder of his neglect, of the love she had given him unconditionally and the support she had craved in return.

He watched as the video continued, showing the hours she had spent in agonizing need, her eyes searching for him even in her darkest moments. The candle by the bedside flickered, casting shadows that danced across her face, a silent testament to the pain she had endured. He had been her sanctuary, her protector, and he had abandoned her to face her fears alone.

The final moments of the recording played out in a silent confession of her sorrow. Her body, once taut with pleasure, now lay limp on the bed, the toys scattered around her like forgotten promises. Her breathing grew erratic, her eyes searching the empty room, and finally, with a tremble of her bottom lip, she succumbed to her despair.

Her cries grew louder, filling the room, and Ram realized with a start that they weren't just echoes of the past. They were real, raw, and happening right now. It was the live footage. He bolted out of the study, his heart hammering against his ribs as he sprinted towards their bedroom. The door was ajar, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the gap, illuminating her figure on the bedsheets.

Siya was crying, her voice breaking as she called out for him.

" He left me once again." She just whispered.

The bedroom was a mess, the candle had burned out, and the room was cold, mirroring the emptiness Siya felt. Her eyes searched the shadows, hoping to find Ram's comforting figure, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her body was still trembling from the intense release she had just experienced, but it was a hollow victory, one that had brought her more pain than pleasure.

"Ram," she called out again, her voice hoarse from screaming. Her hand went to her belly, the soft mound that was a constant reminder of the life growing inside her. It was a life they had created together, and yet she felt so alone in carrying it. Her sobs grew louder, the sound filling the room like a mournful melody.

Ram heard and saw everything. He slowly walked in and nusseled his face in her neck.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm right here."

Siya's eyes snapped open, her heart racing. Ram's arms were around her, his warmth seeping into her skin, his breath ghosting against her neck. She hadn't heard him come in, but the feeling of his presence was unmistakable. She turned her tear-stained face to look at him, the desperation in her eyes reflected in his.

"Please don't leave me," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "I need you."

Ram's eyes searched hers, confusion and concern etched on his features. "Who told you that I would leave you?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. "Baby, I never said I would go anywhere. I'm right here."

Siya sniffled, her hand coming up to wipe away the tears that continued to fall. "It wasn't you," she admitted, her voice small. "It was Madhu. I met her today."

Ram frowned, his grip on her tightening slightly. Madhu told about an old friend of our from college, someone they had met once or twice but didn't know very well. "What happened with Madhu?" he prompted, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Siya took a deep, shuddering breath and recounted the conversation. Their friends husband had abandoned her when he found out she was pregnant with their first child, leaving her to face the world alone. The girl he had left her for was someone he had met in college, a girl who was younger and more carefree, without the burdens that came with a family. The pain in Madhu's voice was palpable, and it had shaken Siya to her core.

Ram's face grew stormy as he listened, his jaw clenched in anger at the thought of someone treating his wife with such disregard. He pulled her closer, his arms a cocoon of warmth and safety. "That's your friends story." he said firmly. "Not yours. Do you think I would  ever leave you?"

Siya's eyes searched his, looking for the truth in his words. "But what if...what if you don't love me anymore after the babies are born?" she whispered, her fears laid bare before him.

"Why do you think I will not love you. You are the women of my life. I am lucky to have you my jaan. You are the women I will always give my seeds to. You will sow and keep them and reap them. You are my Queen. This servent servers you in and out this this bed hukum. Am I clear?" Said Ram .

"But Ram, I have changed, I don't look the same, I am tired and... " Siya's voice trailed off as Ram's fingers traced the lines of her body, caressing her curves with a gentle possessiveness that made her feel cherished.

"You think I don't know that?" Ram's voice was thick with passion as he leaned in to kiss her neck. "Every change is beautiful, every stretch mark is a testament to the life we've created together. You are more alluring to me than ever before. Your body is a map of our love, of the life we've built together. And the fact that you can still make me rock hard with one glance? That's a gift, baby, not a burden."

Siya felt a warmth spread through her at his words, the doubt in her eyes fading. "But what about when I'm not pregnant anymore?" she asked, her voice small.

Ram's eyes searched hers, his love for her shining like a beacon in the darkness of their room. "Then we will explore every inch of each other's bodies again, like it's the first time. We will take our time, taste every part of each other, and make love until we can't move. And when the babies come, we will do it all over again, with them in our arms, because our love won't stop growing, it will just multiply. And every time I look at you, I will see the woman who gave me the greatest gift of all – a family. So, yes, I want to take you on a second honeymoon, to show you just how much you mean to me, but know that every day with you is a honeymoon, Siya. Every single day."

His words were like a balm to her soul, soothing the raw ache that had been festering inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding on tight as if she could absorb his strength. "I love you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I just want you to be happy."

Ram's eyes searched hers, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "You make me happy, Siya. You and these babies." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "I want to cherish you, to show you every day that you're mine and that I'm yours. That's what makes me happy."

Siya's eyes lit up, a soft smile ghosting across her lips. It was the smile of a new bride, filled with hope and love and the promise of a future together. Ram felt his heart swell with joy, his cock stirring with renewed arousal at the sight. He leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue seeking hers as if to reassure himself that she was real, that she was here with him.

Breaking away, he took her arms in his hands, leading them to the waistband of his boxers. "See this," he murmured, his voice low and gruff with passion. "This is what your smile does to me. Imagine I have been sleeping with blue balls for the last six months, baby."

Her eyes widened at the sight of his hardened arousal, straining against the fabric. The realization hit her like a wave, the gravity of his sacrifice. For six months, he had been her protector, her rock, denying himself the very thing that brought them together. She felt a surge of love and admiration for him, for his strength and his selflessness.

"Ram," she whispered, her hand tentatively reaching out to touch him. "I'm so sorry."

He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's not your fault, baby. It's just... I need to make it up to you. I need to show you that I'm here, that I'm all in."

With a fierce determination, Ram ripped the boxers from his body, his cock springing free. It was a declaration of war against his fears, his insecurities, and his past neglect. He climbed onto the bed, his body a battleground of desire and regret, and positioned himself between her legs. He took her hand and guided it to his cock, her small hand wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

"I never ask you to control.That stupid doctor is so gone. He kept me taway from you." Said Siya with an angry pout.

Siya got up and sat on her knees taking Ram' s member in his mouth.

The taste of him was intoxicating, his scent filled her nose as she took him in deep. Ram's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping his throat as Siya took him in, her mouth a warm, wet haven of pleasure. Her tongue swirled around his cock, the softness of her lips contrasting with the firmness of her grip. She took her time, savoring every inch of him, her movements deliberate and full of love.

Siya got up and sat on her knees taking Ram' s member in his mouth.

The taste of him was intoxicating, his scent filled her nose as she took him in deep. Ram's eyes rolled back, a guttural moan escaping his throat as Siya took him in, her mouth a warm, wet haven of pleasure. Her tongue swirled around his cock, the softness of her lips contrasting with the firmness of her grip. She took her time, savoring every inch of him, her movements deliberate and full of love.

It was a silent apology, a declaration of her love and devotion. She wanted him to feel the depth of her need, the intensity of her love. Ram watched her, his hands fisting in the sheets, his body tensing with each stroke of her tongue. He had never seen her like this, so hungry for him, so in control. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel alive in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

Her mouth worked him with a fierce determination, her eyes never leaving his. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, knew how close he was to the edge. And she reveled in it, her own arousal growing with every second that ticked by.

Ram's hips began to buck, his control slipping as he gave in to the sensations she was giving him. He reached down, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. The feel of her mouth on him was indescribable, the warmth and wetness enveloping him like a glove. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure growing with every stroke of her tongue.

"Baby," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "You're going to make me cum."

Siya looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, and nodded. This was what she wanted, what she needed. To make him feel good, to show him that she was his in every way. She increased her pace, her mouth moving in a rhythm that had him panting her name. Ram's hips bucked upward, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

The sight of his wife, her beautiful eyes filled with love and passion, her mouth wrapped around his cock, was almost too much for him. He watched as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with every suck, her throat working as she swallowed him down. It was a powerful, erotic moment, one that made him realize just how much he had missed this connection.

"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're so good at this."

Siya's eyes sparkled with pleasure at his words, her mouth never stopping. She could feel him getting closer, his breaths coming in sharp pants. The power she had over him in that moment was exhilarating, a heady feeling that made her own arousal spike.

Ram's body tensed, his muscles straining as he fought the urge to release. But it was a fight he was destined to lose. With one final, deep thrust of her mouth, he let go, his warm seed filling her as she swallowed eagerly. His body jerked, a low growl escaping his lips as he came, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.