After the session, they were sitting on the recliner chair on the balcony, looking at the city from top. Nitya was wearing Shiv’s shirt while he was in his pants. He made sure to not let his wife’s feet touch the ground as he carried her everywhere. And even now he was lying on the recliner chair while she was in his lap. Nitya turned a little in his lap only to hiss with the pain, making Shiv worried.

“Cherry pie” He put his hand on her cheek, making her look at him. “Are you fine? Is it hurting? Should I go and bring some pain medicine for you? I am so sorry. I should have been more gentle. I really didn't mean to hurt you.” He was cut by a kiss on his lips by his wife.