Three weeks after the wedding, life had settled into a quiet rhythm.

Riya and Arjun had not yet slept together. They kissed often — long, deep, hungry kisses that left her thighs wet and his cock hard against her stomach — but every time things threatened to go further, Riya would gently stop him. Arjun never pushed. He would simply hold her tighter, kiss her forehead, and whisper, “Whenever you’re ready.”