𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐|𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦

Saanvi Pov:

I was laying on bed and he

was on top of me , my heart beating was so fast , I couldn't help . And then an idea struck me.

"If he's going to kiss me, then I'm sure he won't leave me easily," I thought to myself, a sly smile spreading across my face.

With a confidence, I turned to Raj and said, "Raj, dekho peeche mummy ji" I knew it was a clever trick, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

(Raj, look, mom is behind you).

His eyes widened in alarm as he turned to look behind him.

"Where?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

And in that moment, I saw my chance. I quickly turned and made a dash for the washroom, locking the door behind me.

Raj was caught off guard, and I could hear him shouting and screaming outside the bathroom door.

"Yeh acha nahi kiya aapne janeman, ab aapko punishment mil gi abh jaan". His voice was laced with mock anger, but I could sense the playfulness behind it.

(You shouldn't have done this, my love, now you'll be punished jaan).

I couldn't help but giggle as I stood inside the washroom and hearing his scolding at me.

"No, no, and now leave me alone," I said, trying to sound firm but unable to hide the laughter in my voice. "I have a lot of work to do."

As I stood inside the washroom, I could hear Raj's voice from outside.

"Now ,I'm going, but don't forget your punishment, jaan." He said it in a playful tone, but I knew he was serious.

I giggled and replied, "Huh, jyo jyo kon darta apse, mein toh nahi darti apse".

(Who's afraid of you? I'm not, afraid of you).

I said it in a teasing tone, and I could almost hear Raj's smile on the other side of the door.

After a few moments, I heard the sound of the door closing, and I knew Raj had left my room. I let out a sigh of relief and began to wash my hands, carefully cleaning off the mehndi stains with water and a towel.

I looked at my hands, I was surprised to see that the mehndi color had already darkened significantly. "Wow, it's only been 5 hours, and the color is already so deep," I thought to myself.

I dried my mehndi hands, my mind began to wander. I thought about Raj and wondered if he had also applied mehndi with my name on it, just like I had done with his.

A smile spread across my face as I thought about the possibility. "I wonder if he wrote my name ," I thought to myself. "I have no idea, but it's fun to imagine."

AUTHOR POV :

In downstairs of living room the ladies and younger girls of the family gathered in the room, lounging on the plush sofa. They chatted and their eyes scanning their mobile phones as they scrolled through social media.

Just then, Saanvi descended the stairs, She wore a stunning white salwar suit, and a matching dupatta draped elegantly over her shoulder. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few stray strands framing her face.



( Her dress )

Tanvi, her bestfriend, looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"So, Miss , where were you?" Tanvi asked, her voice laced with teasing humor.

Saanvi smiled nonchalantly, sinking into the sofa beside her. "I was in my room, removing mehendi," she replied, her eyes scanning her phone as she scrolled through her social media feeds.

Mrs. Rajawat and Saanvi's mother, seated on the adjacent sofa, exchanged a warm smile.

"Did you eat your dinner , beta?" Mrs. Rajawat asked, her voice gentle.

Saanvi nodded, her eyes still fixed on her phone.

His mother smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. " beta we have to go tomorrow temple, in our family, it's a tradition for the new daughter-in-law to visit the Kali temple before the wedding."

She nodded and said while shooking her head " Ji Mummy".

Saanvi's mother asked her , "Saanvi, but who's the boy in the haldi?"

she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she awaited her response.

Mrs. Rajawat, too, chimed in, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Yes, beta, who is the boy?".

she slapped her forehead and replied . "Oh, sorry, Mummy ji," she stammered.

"Actually, vo mere college ka best friend hai Ishan Khurana."

(Actually, he's my best friend from college, Ishan Khurana.)

She turned to Tanvi, her eyes seeking validation, and added, "Haina, Tanu?"

( Right ,tanu?)

But Tanvi's response was far from what Saanvi had anticipated. Instead of nodding in recognition, Tanvi's eyes clouded over, her expression a mask of confusion.

She shook her head, a subtle movement that spoke volumes, and swiftly retreated to her room, leaving the others staring after her in bewilderment.

The air thickening with unspoken questions. Saanvi's mother and Mrs. Rajawat exchanged a weighted glance, their faces reflecting their shared curiosity.

As the silence stretched, Saanvi's eyes lingered on the empty space where Tanvi had last stood.

A flicker of concern danced across her face, but she said nothing, her thoughts whirling with the implications .

The family members began to disperse, retiring to their rooms to rest for the journey ahead. The living room, once filled with laughter and chatter, grew quiet.

In the midst of this peaceful atmosphere, four girls - Saanvi, Ishika, Kiara, and Diya - lingered, reluctant to end the evening. They chatted and giggled, sharing secrets and stories, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

As the night wore on, they finally bid each other goodnight, retiring to their rooms.



I approached her room, my curiosity got the better of me. I wondered if she was already asleep or if she was still awake, lost in thought.

I carefully inserted the duplicate key into the lock and turned it, making sure not to make any noise. The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, and I slipped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.

As I stepped further into the room, my gaze fell upon her peaceful form, lying on the bed, surrounded by the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp.

She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. But what caught my attention was the peculiar object she was cuddling - a stuffed dinosaur. I stood there, frozen in surprise, my mind racing with thoughts.

"What the...?" I thought to myself, a mixture of amusement and confusion swirling inside me.

"Is my sweetheart a fan of dinosaurs?" I chuckled softly, trying to stifle my laughter.

Without thinking, I reached out to gently pull the dinosaur away from her, but she held on to it with an unexpected strength.

I tried again, but she wouldn't budge. "What the...? She's so strong!" I mumbled, to myself. I stood there, locked in a silent tug-of-war with my sleeping wife, the stuffed dinosaur caught in the middle.

As I continued to tug at the dinosaur, she suddenly jolted awake, her eyes still cloudy with sleep.

She let out a blood-curdling scream, her voice piercing the quiet of the night. "Chor! Chor! Chor mere kamre mein" she shrieked, her words sending a pang of surprise through my heart.

(Thief! Thief! Thief in my room")

I couldn't believe it. She was calling me a thief . the accusation stung, and before I knew it, my lips were crashing down on hers in a wild, rough kiss.

It was as if I wanted to prove to her that I was no thief, that I was and a theif , and giving her punishment of earlier misbehaving with me.

She woke up with a start, her eyes flying open in shock. She pushed at my chest, trying to create some distance between us, but I wouldn't budge.

I was determined to make her see reason, to make her understand that now she don't mishebehave with me again .The kiss deepened, our lips locked in a passionate, all-consuming embrace.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I pulled back, my lips leaving hers with a soft, gentle peck.

She looked up at me, her eyes still wide with surprise, and asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Why did you kiss me, Raj?"

I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Because you were screaming 'chor, chor, chor.' You think I'm a thief, don't you?" I teased, my voice low and husky.

She giggled, her eyes sparkling then, making a pouty face, said in a sleepy voice, "Let's sleep, I'm so tired today and tomorrow we have to go temple ."

I nodded, unbuttoning my shirt as I settled in beside her on the bed.

But just as we were about to drift off to sleep, I spotted the dinosaur lying on the bed, and my eyes narrowed.

I picked it up, and with a mischievous grin, threw it across the room. She let out a shriek of protest, "Why did you throw my dino baby?"

I chuckled, pulling her close to me.

"Leave your dino baby , I'll give you a real baby to cuddle one made from my seed and your Love ". I whispered, my lips brushing against her earlobe.

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Roll your eyes at me again , I'll give you a damn good reason to roll them all the way back in your head." I whispered, my teeth nibbling at her earlobe.

" Need a lesson"

" Really need a lesson"

Her eyes flashed with anger as she retorted, 'I don't need lessons from you. It's you who needs to learn some manners.'

His smile grew wider, his voice taking on a low, husky tone. 'Oh, really? Well, I'll make sure to teach you a thing or two about manners... on our first night, dont worry. You'll enjoy it, I promise.".

She blushed, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink, and then we drifted off to sleep.

MORNING ~

As they both lay entwined in each other's arms, their peaceful slumber was suddenly disrupted when Saanvi's eyes fluttered open.

The warm breath on her neck, courtesy of his snug position, had roused her from her dreams. She gazed lovingly at his charming face, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the serene expression that adorned his features.

As she attempted to gently extricate herself from his grasp, his reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly wrapped his fingers around her wrist.

With a gentle yet firm tug, he pulled her back onto the bed, positioning her on top of him. Her's eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of pink.

"Subhe subhe, hi chalo hogye aap," she teased, her voice laced with playful accusation. "Shadi ke baad toh pata nahi chhodenge ya nahi aap mujhe."

(So, you've started this early in the morning. I wonder if you'll ever let me go after marriage.)

His gaze locked onto hers, his eyes gleaming with an unmistakable intensity.

He reached out to gently grasp her chin, his touch sending shivers down her spine. In a low, husky tone, he replied, "Never ever, jaan."

(Never ever, my love.)

Saanvi's lips curled into a radiant smile, and she playfully pushed against his chest.

However, Raj's grip remained unyielding, his fingers holding her in place. Undeterred, Saanvi continued to struggle, her laughter and playful protests filling the air.

Finally, after several attempts, Raj relented, releasing his hold on her. Saanvi seized the opportunity to slip away, heading towards the washroom to begin her morning routine.

After some times she emerged from the washroom, her skin refreshed from the long, warm shower, Saanvi's gaze swept across the room, searching for him.

However, to her surprise, he was nowhere to be found. The bed, once a tangled mess of sheets and blankets, was now neatly made, and the room was spotless, devoid of any signs of his presence.

( Bed ese kaise rahe gya)🦕

Saanvi decided to focus on getting ready for her visit to the temple. She made her way to the spacious walk-in closet, its doors sliding open with a soft whoosh.

The closet was a treasure trove of colorful outfits, each one meticulously arranged and organized. Her eyes scanned the rows of dresses, her fingers trailing over the intricate embroidery and delicate patterns.

Finally, her gaze settled on a stunning pink anarkali, its heavy dupatta with a beautiful border .

The outfit seemed to call to her, its vibrant hue and elegant design perfectly capturing the essence of the desi look. With a satisfied smile, She carefully lifted the dress off the rack and slipped it on.

As she adjusted the dupatta, draping it elegantly over her shoulder.

With the beautiful pink anarkali perfectly in place, Saanvi turned her attention to enhancing her natural beauty with a makeup routine.

She began by carefully lining her eyes with a rich, dark kajal, Next, she reached for a pair of oxidized earrings, their intricate patterns and delicate filigree work perfectly complementing the vibrant hue of her dress.

As she fastened the earrings, the soft clinking sound seemed to echo through the room.

Finally, with a delicate touch, she applied a small, crimson-hued bindi between her eyebrows.



( Her dress)

The Rajawat family and her family members gathered downstairs for breakfast.

Just then, She tepped out of the staircase, her anklets jingling melodiously as she descended.

The soft tinkling sound seemed to captivate everyone's attention, and one person in particular couldn't take his eyes off her.

He seated at the far end of the table, was staring at her with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the room.

His eyes roamed over her, drinking in every detail of her morning beauty. She looked stunning, her skin radiant and her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk.

His gaze lingered on her, his mind wandering to forbidden territories. "She's looking like a goddess in everything," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.

but quickly snapped out of his reverie when he heard a voice.

"Bhai, kahan khoaye hue ho? Bhabhi toh idhar hai." Dhruv said, his voice teasing as he sipped his orange juice.

Hey, bro, what's got you so distracted?"

Rajveer glared at him, his dark eyes flashing with annoyance.

She greeted everyone with a bright smile. "Good morning, everyone." she chimed, her voice like music.

She began to touch Mrs. and Mr. Rajawat's feet, but they stopped her, their voices filled with affection.

"Saanvi, beta, how many times do we have to tell you not to touch our feet? You're like our Kiara, and now you're our daughter-in-law too." Mrs. Rajawat exclaimed, her eyes shining with warmth.

She smiled, her cheeks flushing with happiness as she took her seat. Mrs. Rajawat continued, "Beta, Saanvi, aaj tumhara vrat hai, toh tum shaam tak khaana kha sakti ho."

Remember, Saanvi, you're fasting today, so you can eat after sunset."

She nodded, her eyes cast downward in respect. As she left the dining table, Rajveer's gaze followed her.

He pushed his chair back, his movements abrupt as he rose from his seat. "I'll meet you all at the temple," .

he announced, his voice low and husky. "I have an important meeting today, so you guys go ahead and catch up."

With that, he strode out of the room, leaving the others to wonder what was brewing in that complex mind of his.

Little did they know, His thoughts were consumed by the her and the undeniable attraction that was growing between them with each passing day.

He went upstairs, his eyes fixed on Saanvi as he followed her to their room. He stopped at the doorway, his gaze drawn to her as she arranged his things for the office.

She was so buzy in her work that she didn't even notice him standing there.

But then she felt a pair of eyes on her and turned around, her eyes meeting his.

"When did you get here?" she asked, handing him his things.

Rajveer's voice was low and husky as he replied, "Just when you were arranging my things, sweetheart."

His eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Saanvi nodded innocently, but her heart was racing.

She had a question that had been lingering on her mind and heart, and she couldn't help but ask it.

"May I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rajveer nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Of course, sweetheart. Ask me anything."

She gazed up at him with vulnerable eyes , she whispered the question that had been lingering on her heart "𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐮 𝐧𝐚?"

("Do you like me?")

she was wondering if their arranged marriage was truly meaningful to him.

His replied was immediate, his voice low and husky ,

𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐫𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢 , 𝐦𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ". 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲.

"You talk about liking, but for me, I've found my home in you, sweetheart."

His words made her blush hard. and she quickly turned to leave, hearing her friends call her from downstairs.

"Saanvi, come fast, Aunty is calling you."

But before she could take a step, He pulled her back by the waist and leaned in close, his breath whispering against her neck.

"Never think that this marriage is just about our parents' arrangement,".

He whispered. "You mean everything to me, love ." His lips grazed her earlobe, sending hundreds of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She pushed him away, her voice trembling. "Now stop, I have to go."

Rajveer chuckled and teased, "You used to do this to me, and now it's my turn, sweetheart."

Her face flushed with embarrassment. "No, Raj, leave me. You can punish me later, after we get back from the temple." Her words came out in a stutter.

"Remember what you said, jaan. I'll make sure to give you the best punishment." His words sent shivers down her spine, and she quickly left the room.

Downstairs, everyone was waiting for Saanvi, and soon they were all seated in their cars, heading to the temple.

After a long ride, they arrived at the Kali temple and stepped out of their vehicles, surrounded by their bodyguards.

Rajveer arrived a short while later and spotted Saanvi chatting with her male best friend. The sight affected him deeply.

She noticed him standing there and walked over to him, saying, "Let's go, we have to walk the 100 steps to the temple without sandals and shoes."

But he just stared into her eyes, his expression concerned.

"But sweetheart, the temperature is scorching, and the loo is intense. Your feet will get burned. I'll lift you up in my arms instead."

Her face flushed as she stuttered, "No, no, you can't do that. Or I won't talk to you."

She quickly walked towards the temple, removing her sandals as she stepped onto the stairs. The other family members followed, each with their partners.

He went behind Saanvi, knowing she could be stubborn and determined. But inwardly, he was frustrated with her for not listening to his concerns.

After climbing 80 steps, She began to feel weak and dizzy, on the verge of fainting.

But he quickly wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up and cradling her in his arms. He continued up the stairs, carrying her effortlessly.

Mrs. Rajawat watched this scene unfold, a warm smile on her face. "Our Raj has changed so much, hasn't he?" she remarked.

Mr. Rajawat chuckled, playfully flirting with his wife. "And whose son is he, anyway?" he teased.

Mrs. Rajawat's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Mine," she replied.

But Mr. Rajawat whispered in her ear, making her blush, "You've certainly done a great job with him, haven't you?"

He winked at her, and she playfully pushed him away, laughing.

After completing the ritual, they all entered the temple, their footsteps echoing off the stone floors. They prayed fervently, seeking blessings and divine guidance.

As they finished their prayers, the priest handed them prasad, sacred offerings of food and flowers. They accepted the prasad with reverence, feeling a sense of peace.

After spending some time within the temple's sacred walls, they slowly made their way back to their cars.

As they walked, His eyes never left Saanvi's face.

🌷



I ascended the temple stairs with her securely in my arms, the warm sunlight danced across her face glowing.

Her dark red lipstick seemed to gleam with an inner fire, and I couldn't help but wonder how soon it would be smudged.

( Chiii , itne gnde vichar 🙂😭)

Day by day, I fall deeper under her spell.

I'm unsure why, but whenever I'm by her side, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace .

She's my weakness

yet my strength

the one who breathed new life into me when I thought all was lost.

In her presence, I find solace, comfort.

She's the missing piece I never knew I needed, the one who makes me whole.

I'm forever changed by her love and care

🌷

Her slender hands were wrapped around my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

We finally reached the temple, and as I held her close, our family members couldn't help but stare.

Her eyes flashed with embarrassment, her cheeks flushing a pink shade.

I gently set her down, and Pandit Ji approached us, offering his blessings.

As she prepared to put on her sandals, I noticed her feet were already burned from the scorching sunlight. Without hesitation, I lifted her legs and placed them on my thighs.

As she sat on the temple chair, I carefully put on her sandals, my fingers brushing against her skin and her loving gaze met mine.

"Aap tho hume kabhi phool bhi nhi dete ". she teased, her voice calm with a playful undertone.

I chuckled, standing up to face her. "Phool tho har koi deta hai hum tho apko Phool ki trah rakhenge ," I whispered, my lips grazing her cheeks.

At night they returned to the Rajawat mansion.

Saanvi retreated to her room, exhausted. But she didn't get far, as He pinned her against the wall, his eyes blazing with desire.

"I'm so tired today," she stammered, trying to wriggle free.

His grin was wicked. "So, let's get rid of that tiredness," he whispered, his fingers tracing her jawline.

Her eyes widened, and she accused, "You always have dirty fantasies in your mind."

Rajveer's replied was unapologetic. "Just for you, sweetheart. And I thought you remembered your punishment."

He caged her arms, his eyes burning with intensity. Saanvi rolled her eyes, trying to play it cool. "I was just kidding that time."

But his reply sent shivers down her spine. "But I'm not."

In a sudden flash of anger, he bit her collarbone, punishing her for not listening to him earlier.

She let out a pained moan, "Aghh... it hurts, Raj." So she let him bite her because that it only way to calm him down.

His voice was a low, husky whisper. "Shhh... take your punishment in good way , jaan."

He licked her neck, sending shivers down her spine, before stopping at her cleavage. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Then, without warning, He crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her with wild abandon. She kissed him back, their passion igniting like fireworks.

As they kissed, He lifted her up in his arms and placed her on the bed. He snuggled into her neck, giving her wet kisses that left her breathless.

She felt a familiar ache between her legs as his kisses sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly, he bit her neck again, and she cried out in surprise.

"Are you an animal?" she exclaimed, glaring at him.

His reply was a low growl. "I'll show you my animal instincts."

He kissed her jawline, biting her cheeks and sucking her skin. She breathed heavily, her body trembling with desire as his dark passion consumed her.

He hovered over her his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

Her gaze never wavered, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"I'm not going to do anything... yet without your consent but I will kiss you ,bite your skin , touch you in many ways ," He whispered, his voice low and husky.

"But when you're ready, I'll show you pleasures you've never imagined. I'll make love to you so passionately, so intensely, that you'll forget everything else."

Saanvi cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. His words had ignited a fire within her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

As if sensing her emotions, He rested his head on her chest, his ear listening to the beat of her heart. Her hands instinctively went to his arms, holding him close.

He driffted off to sleep

I'm not sure what's happened to me, but everything changed when I met him.

He's transformed me in ways I never thought possible.

Yet, despite the joy he brings me, I'm haunted by the ghosts of my past. The fear of him discovering my secrets keeps me up at night.

But I'm determined to open up to him when the time is right.

He's everything I never knew I wanted - a perfect gentleman, a peaceful partner, and a passionate lover.

His touch ignites a fire within me, and I find myself craving him more with each passing day.

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