WITH LOVE, AFTER DIVORCE

I took a deep breath, "Do you have any sort of physical inability.?" "Physical inability?" he repeated, the words rolling slowly off his tongue. He let out a soft, teasing laugh that held no humor, only confidence. "Yes, you can open up to me. I'm completely fine with this," I said with all my heart. I didn't marry him just for intimacy; I married him because I love him. "Who told you that I have a problem with my... ability?" he asked, his tone surprisingly calm and comfortable. "Meena Aunty," I replied. He let out a teasing laugh. "Kural, if you're looking for the reason my last marriage ended, I promise you, it wasn't due to any physical inability on my part. Quite the opposite, in fact. That was the one area where we had zero problems." He continued, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. "It has been entirely a matter of willpower, Kural. I have been desperately trying to give you space, to let you adjust, and to respect the boundaries you've been setting, even when every