The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the secluded island resort where Seema and Vikrant had escaped for their romantic getaway. The twins, Satvik and Vianna, were safe with vikrant mother's, and for the second time in months, the couple felt free—free from the relentless cycle of feedings, diaper changes, and sleepless nights. The resort was a slice of paradise, with pristine white sands, turquoise waters, and lush palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was the perfect backdrop for them to reconnect, to rediscover the passion that had been buried under the weight of parenthood.

Their first night on the island was electric. After a candlelit dinner on the beach, where they sipped champagne and laughed like they hadn’t in years, they retired to their private villa. The air was thick with anticipation as Vikrant pulled Seema close, his hands tracing the curves of her body. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. Seema shivered, her desire for him flaring to life. “I’ve missed this,” she replied, her fingers threading through his hair.