Kidnapped - A Beautiful Blessing

Sasha had planned to do some online shopping. Darius had already bought plenty of clothes for Damien, but as their baby grew, he would need more—bigger clothes, winter wear, and toys to aid his development.

Darius had left a while ago for work, and now that Damien was fed, bathed, and sleeping soundly beside her, she finally had some free time. She unlocked her phone and opened the shopping app, typing "baby clothes" into the search bar. Starting with sizes for two-month-old babies, she browsed through the options, carefully selecting outfits, socks, and soft mittens. By the time she reached the four-month-old size range, she decided she would buy more later to keep up with Damien's growth.

After adding a variety of onesies, rompers, and warm sweaters to the cart, she moved on to toys—soft rattles, sensory books, and a plush teddy that she thought Damien would love. As she was about to check out, small images of sarees appeared in the recommended section below.

Absentmindedly, she scrolled down, but then something caught her eye.

A red saree.

She paused, tapping on the image to zoom in. The deep crimson fabric was adorned with delicate golden embroidery, shimmering under the light. It was breathtaking.

A sudden thought crossed her mind—why not wear this for Darius?

The idea sent a thrill through her. She smiled to herself, appreciating the thought. It had been a while since she had done something like this for him, and she could already imagine the way he would look at her.

Without hesitation, she added it to the cart. Then, another idea struck her—accessories. She searched for jewelry and bought a pair of large earrings along with a set of golden bangles. Satisfied with her purchases, she proceeded to checkout.

Her phone buzzed just as she finished placing the order.

**Sasha:** *Did you eat something?*

His reply came instantly.

**Darius:** *No.*

She frowned, typing quickly.

**Sasha:** *Why?*

**Darius:** *You are not here to feed me.*

She rolled her eyes at his teasing.

**Sasha:** *Then come here to me.*

**Darius:** *Can't. Stuck at work.*

She pouted and sent a sad face emoji.

**Darius:** *I will eat when I get time.*

**Sasha:** *Ok. Will you be able to come early today?*

**Darius:** *Why? What happened?*

**Sasha:** *Nothing happened. I just feel like it.*

**Darius:** *I will try to.*

**Sasha:** *Ok, I will wait for you.*

**Darius:** *No, don't. Just eat and sleep on time.*

**Sasha:** *No!!!!😤*

**Darius:** *Sasha.*

**Sasha:** *No.*

**Darius:** *Fine, but eat if I get late.*

**Sasha:** *I will think about it.* *(She lied.)*

**Darius:** *Now, I have to go. Bye. ❤️*

He went offline. Sasha smiled to herself, thinking about the surprise she had planned for him tonight. She placed her phone on the bedside table and turned to Damien, kissing his tiny forehead.

Very softly, she whispered, "I will surprise your daddy tonight. And you, my little love, need to be a good baby and not spoil our moment, okay?"

She chuckled to herself and kissed his soft cheek.

After preparing and eating lunch, she kept an eye on the parcel's delivery status. She refreshed the page again and again, feeling an unusual excitement bubble in her chest.

When she drank some water and got up, she walked to the window, glancing outside. Down below, the guards were interacting with the delivery man. They took the parcel, and the van drove away.

Not long after, a servant knocked on the door. She opened it, and he handed her the package.

"Thank you," she said quickly, shutting the door behind her.

As soon as she turned around, excitement burst inside her, and she let out a small scream—only to freeze in regret.

Damien stirred in his sleep, his tiny face scrunching up before his mouth quivered, and then—

He started crying.

"Oh no, no, no," she muttered, hurrying to the bed. She placed the parcel on the table and quickly picked him up, rocking him gently.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay," she soothed, rubbing his back. His cries persisted, and she realized he must be hungry. Without another thought, she adjusted her nightgown and offered him her breast.

As soon as he latched onto her, his crying ceased, and his little fingers curled against her skin.

Sasha smiled. "Just like your father," she murmured. "Difficult but easy to pacify."

After a while, when Damien had fallen asleep again, she carefully laid him on the bed, covering him with a blanket and adjusting the pillows on either side.

She turned to the package, anticipation rushing through her.

Taking a seat on the sofa, she unwrapped the parcel. The saree was even more beautiful in person, its rich red fabric glistening under the soft lighting. The earrings and bangles were intact, just as she had hoped.

Eagerly, she rushed to the washroom, washing her face and applying light makeup. She then moved to her dressing area.

Slipping off her nightgown, she wore the fitted blouse first—it hugged her perfectly. Then, she took the saree and carefully wrapped it around her waist, pleating it neatly before tucking it just below her belly button. The remaining fabric was draped over her shoulder, cascading in soft waves.

She glanced in the mirror.

A small smile formed on her lips.

Satisfied with how elegantly it embraced her curves, she adorned herself with the bangles and earrings. Then, she brushed her hair, letting it fall naturally over her back.

Yet, something felt missing.

She tilted her head, thinking.

Then it struck her—*Sindoor, bindi, and mangalsutra.*

She had forgotten to order them.

Quickly, she picked up her phone and placed another order. Choosing the thirty-minute express delivery, she checked the time—it was already 6:30 p.m.

She tapped her fingers impatiently.

Would Darius arrive soon?

Pacing the room, she kept checking the time, peeking through the window now and then.

When the delivery finally arrived, she rushed to open the door. The servant handed her the package, and she took it eagerly, shutting the door behind her.

She opened the items one by one—the sindoor smelled faintly of roses, the bindi was simple yet elegant, and the mangalsutra had delicate black beads with a golden pendant.

After ensuring everything was perfect, she placed them on the bed and left the room to oversee dinner preparations.

By the time the food was ready, it was already ten.

The servants carried the dishes to their bedroom, setting them on the table. Once they left, Sasha sat on the sofa, rocking Damien gently in her arms.

The baby started fussing, and she immediately nursed him again. While he suckled, she called Darius.

His deep voice answered. *"Yeah, Sasha?"*

"When are you coming?" she asked.

*"I'm about to reach."*

"Did you eat lunch?"

Silence.

Then, he cut the call.

Sasha frowned.

"Ugh, he didn't eat," she muttered, shaking her head.

Looking at Damien, she sighed. "Your dad is just as naughty as you." She kissed his tiny hand. "Tonight, I'm making him eat both lunch and dinner together."

She continued talking to Damien, playfully voicing his responses, laughing softly.

The door suddenly opened.

Sasha turned.

There stood Darius.

The moment he saw her, he froze.

His eyes widened, darkening with something deep, something intense.

A slow smile tugged at Sasha's lips.

She stood and walked toward him, her bangles jingling softly with each step.

"Not a single compliment for your wife?" she teased, tilting her head. "Am I looking that bad?"

Darius exhaled sharply, reaching into his coat. Then, he pulled out a bouquet of fresh roses and handed them to her.

"You look absolutely stunning." His voice was husky. "I've just never seen you in this before."

Sasha smiled, kissing each rose softly.

Darius smirked. "Wow—kisses for the flowers, but not for your husband?"

Sasha looked up at Darius with a soft smile before leaning in, her lips brushing against his in a gentle kiss. He responded instantly, his hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer. For a few lingering seconds, they stayed like that—just the warmth of their breaths mingling, the softness of their lips moving in unison.

Then, she pulled away.

Darius exhaled, his gaze heavy with unspoken emotions. Shifting his attention, he looked down at the tiny bundle cradled in Sasha's arms. His expression softened as he pressed a kiss to Damien's delicate forehead.

He took his son from her arms effortlessly, cradling him close. As he walked toward the bed, his voice dropped to that deep, soothing tone he always used when speaking to Damien.

"You troubled your mother today, didn't you?" he murmured. "Did you cry a lot? Or were you a good boy?"

Sasha smiled as she watched him—this intimidating, powerful man, feared by the world, holding their baby with so much care and tenderness. The contrast was almost poetic.

Shaking her head fondly, she turned away to close the window, drawing the curtains shut. The night outside was cool, the air thick with the promise of rain.

As she walked back toward the bed, Darius glanced at the small items resting on the bedside table. His brows furrowed. "What's all this?"

Sasha followed his gaze before picking up the delicate golden chain. "This is a mangalsutra," she explained, holding it up. Then, she gestured to the red powder and the tiny decorative dot. "And this is sindoor and a bindi."

He still looked at her with mild confusion.

She smiled, stepping closer. "You know how Indian weddings work, right?"

His eyes darkened with understanding, but he let her continue.

She traced the mangalsutra with her fingers. "During the wedding, the groom ties this around the bride's neck. It symbolizes marriage, just like wedding rings do. The sindoor is applied in the parting of her hair, and the bindi is worn on the forehead—usually by married women."

Darius tilted his head slightly. "So you want me to put these on you?"

She nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Yes."

His lips curled in a slow smirk. "You really do enjoy making me claim you, don't you?"

She laughed softly. "I just thought it would be special if you did it."

Darius reached for the mangalsutra first, taking the delicate gold chain between his fingers. He moved behind her, draping it around her neck. As his hands found the clasp, his fingers brushed against the bare skin at the nape of her neck. Sasha shivered at the contact.

He secured it and stepped back, letting his gaze linger on the way it rested against her collarbone.

Then, he picked up the bindi.

Sasha guided his hand to the center of her forehead. He pressed it gently, letting it stick in place.

Finally, he picked up the small box of sindoor.

She reached for his wrist, guiding him as he dipped his fingers into the red powder. Slowly, he traced the parting of her hair, pressing the color into her scalp. The moment felt almost sacred—silent, charged, intimate.

When he was done, he closed the container.

Just as he lifted his gaze, Sasha surged forward, pressing her lips to his in a sudden, passionate kiss.

For a second, Darius stood frozen, caught off guard.

But then, his instincts took over.

His hand slid to the back of her head, gripping her hair as he kissed her back with equal intensity. His lips moved against hers, slow at first, then deeper, more demanding.

Just when he was about to deepen the kiss further, she pulled away, breathing heavily.

"We should eat before it gets cold," she whispered, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss. "And I need to put Damien to sleep."

Darius exhaled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'll put Damien to sleep," he said simply.

She smiled. "Okay, let's go."

Darius held Damien securely in his arms, positioning him comfortably. As they walked toward the table, he looked down at his son, a rare, genuine smile softening his usually hard features. "You're already asleep, aren't you, little one?" he murmured.

Sasha sat down first, reaching for a plate. She tore off a piece of roti, dipping it into the shahi paneer before holding it up to Darius.

"Here," she said.

He opened his mouth, letting her feed him.

As he reached for more food, Sasha stopped his hand. "That's fine, Darius," she said softly. "I'll feed you. You're holding the baby, and you need to keep your hands clean for him."

He didn't argue. Instead, he simply sat back, rocking Damien gently while Sasha continued feeding both of them.

By the time they finished, Damien had fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Darius stood, carefully placing his son on the bed and tucking him in.

When he turned back, Sasha was approaching him with a small bowl of ras malai. She scooped up a spoonful, offering it to him.

Darius glanced down at himself. "Let me change first," he said.

He grabbed a glass of water, drank it, then disappeared into the washroom.

When he returned, Sasha was curled up on the sofa, scrolling through her phone.

He smirked, walking up behind her. Without warning, he leaned down, pressing a kiss between her neck and shoulder.

She stilled, her breath hitching.

Slowly, she placed the phone aside.

Her hand reached behind her, threading into his hair.

Darius moved to sit beside her, but before he could settle, Sasha turned, climbing onto his lap.

She held up the bowl. "Feed me," she murmured.

His lips twitched. He took the spoon from her and fed her the first bite.

She moaned softly. "It's so delicious."

Darius took a bite as well, nodding. "Very much."

"You like it?"

He hummed in approval.

Then she narrowed her eyes. "Do you think you need to explain something?"

He blinked at her.

She crossed her arms.

Realization dawned on him. "I got so busy with work that I forgot," he admitted.

"You forgot?" Her voice was laced with exaggerated betrayal. "I made this for you, and you forgot?"

Darius smirked. Instead of answering, he lifted the spoon and pressed it to her lips.

She huffed but accepted the bite. As she chewed, she pressed a soft kiss to his fingers.

She smiled. "Was that an apology?"

"Whatever you consider it to be," he replied smoothly.

Sasha kissed his forehead. "You're so sweet."

Darius chuckled. "So, what did you do the whole day without me?"

She sighed dramatically. "Apart from missing you? I shopped. A lot. I bought Dam's clothes, toys, and this—" she gestured to her saree.

He smirked. "That's good. But why dress up for me at night?"

She blushed instantly. "Don't ask that."

He leaned closer. "Why not?"

Sasha set the bowl down abruptly before grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss.

The spoon fell from his hand.

Darius groaned, flipping her onto the sofa.

Their kiss deepened, growing urgent, desperate.

His hands found her waist, pressing her closer. He explored her curves, tracing the delicate fabric of her saree.

Sasha shivered.

Their breaths mingled, their heartbeats synced.

Sasha barely had time to think. The moment the bowl left her hands, she surged toward Darius, pressing her lips to his in a heated, desperate kiss.

The spoon slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor, but neither of them noticed.

Darius reacted instantly. His hands gripped her waist as he pulled her flush against him. In one swift motion, he turned, laying her down on the sofa as he hovered over her, their bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

The kiss deepened, turning fierce and consuming. Darius captured her lower lip between his teeth, biting just enough to make her gasp. Then, as if to soothe the sting, he licked and sucked at the spot, over and over, making her breath hitch.

Sasha's mind began to blur. Every brush of his lips, every flick of his tongue, sent shivers down her spine.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she moaned his name softly against his lips.

His grip on her waist tightened. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the way she trembled beneath him. His hands moved over the soft fabric of her saree, exploring the curves he had memorized yet still longed to touch.

Slowly, his fingers found the edge of her blouse.

He paused, his dark eyes meeting hers with unspoken hunger.

Then, with deliberate slowness, he slid the fabric off her shoulders, his gaze locked onto hers as if asking for permission.

She reached for his hand and guided it to the center of her chest, beneath the folds of her saree.

His fingers brushed against the hooks of her blouse, and understanding dawned in his eyes.

A smirk played at his lips as he murmured, "Complicated as always."

He unhooked them one by one, his knuckles grazing her skin, sending a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When the last clasp came undone, the blouse loosened, slipping from her body like a whisper.

The saree followed, pooling onto the floor.

Darius drank her in, his eyes darkening as he took in every inch of her.

"You know," he muttered, his voice hoarse with restrained desire, "your Indian clothes are damn frustrating."

She arched a brow, still breathless. "Frustrating?"

He let out a low groan. "I was so pissed that day when you were unconscious and cold. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get you out of these?"

Her breath hitched, realization dawning on her.

She searched his face. "That day… You really only opened my clothes to warm me?"

His jaw clenched. He met her gaze, his voice raw. "Of course, Sasha."

Guilt surged through her. She had doubted him.

Before she could apologize, Darius silenced her with another deep kiss.

This time, it was rough, urgent—a silent promise that he would never let her go.

Sasha melted into him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Their kisses turned desperate, their need for each other growing unbearable.

Clothes were discarded in a frenzied rush, their hands roaming, exploring, memorizing.

Darius positioned himself above her, his lips tracing a path from her jaw to the hollow of her throat.

Just as he was about to claim her completely, Sasha whispered, "Take me to bed… I'll get cold. There are no blankets here."

He didn't hesitate.

Lifting her effortlessly into his arms, he carried her to the bed, laying her down with care.

But the moment her back hit the mattress, he was on her again, claiming her lips, her body, her very soul.

Their passion ignited like fire, consuming them both.

Her hands tangled in his hair as she gasped his name, her body arching into his.

His grip on her waist tightened as he thrust into her, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

Darius groaned against her skin, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

Their movements synced, their breaths mingling, their heartbeats drumming in perfect rhythm.

Sasha moaned into his mouth, her nails raking down his back as the heat between them grew unbearable.

The world outside ceased to exist.

In that moment, there was only them—their bodies entwined, their souls colliding, their love burning hotter than ever before.

And as the night stretched on, the room filled with whispered names, shuddering breaths, and the sound of rain beginning to fall outside—just as it always did when they were together.