𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒|𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Saanvi pov:

"Huh what do you say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes burned with desire as he took a step closer to her.

"For giving you heaven ," he whispered, his voice husky with need.

She gazed down, her cheeks flushing with heat.

"But I'm not ready for this... maybe you understand, me?" she stammered.

Raj's fingers brushed against her chin, gently tilting her face upwards.

Their eyes met.

"Sweetheart, I would never try to pressure you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.

Your feelings and boundaries are my top priority, and I want to make sure you feel completely ready and willing before we take things to the next level ," he whispered.

"You aren't ready for this, but I'll wait for your response to make you mine, completely.

Her eyes melted with love as she gazed up at him.

"I already made you mine, Raj," she whispered. "But I need some time."

His face softened, and he nodded understandingly. With one last glance,

He turned and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving her on the bed.

She moved effortlessly over to her dressing table, removing her jewelry and hairpins as she went.

The gold ornaments clattered against the surface as she dropped them.

Moments later, He emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets glistened on his skin, accentuating the contours of his physique.

Saanvi's gaze drifted over him, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she struggled to look away.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smirked. "Huh, checking out your husband Biwi?" he teased.

Her eyes darted away, her voice trembling. "N-no, why would I?"

Raj's chuckle sent shivers down her spine as he vanished into the closet.

She made a move towards the bathroom, but He reappeared, snaking her by the waist and pulling her close.

He pinned her against the wall, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Wear something comfy, biwi," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You don't need to wear anything tight."

She nodded , her breathing ragged. She knew that whenever he was close, her body responded in ways she couldn't control.

The flutter in her chest, the heat pooling between her legs.

He left her.

And she made her way to the washroom to freshen up. She took her time, savoring the quiet moment to herself.

After completing her night routine, she slipped into bed, feeling the softness of the sheets envelop her.

Just as she was getting comfortable

He emerged , his eyes gleaming with a soft light.

"Can you do one thing for me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

His face broke into a radiant smile. "Order me, sweetheart,"

he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll make the whole world kneel down in front of you."

Her's eyes sparkled with mirth as she giggled. "Haan, toh yeh hi ki vo light band kar dena lamp ki,

Mujhe neend nhi ati fr "🤧

Raj eyes widened in mock horror.

"What the fuck?" he groaned, his voice laced with amusement.

Saanvi's laughter bubbled up, and she struggled to contain it.

"Jo apne suna, Mr. Rajawat," she teased, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Raj's face darkened, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Wait, abhi apko batata hoon, Mrs. Rajawat," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

As he spoke, he hovered over her, his body inches from hers.

One hand rested on her creamy waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

She was wearing a crop top and loose shorts, and Raj's touch sent shivers down her spine.

His other hand gently removed strands of hair from her face, his fingers brushing against her skin.

She felt a flutter in her chest as she gazed up at him, her heart beating so fast.

"You know, Sweetheart," He whispered, his voice barely audible.

"For you, this marriage may have started as an arranged one, but for me, it was love at

First sight ,

Saanvi's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she felt a rush of emotion.

She knew that he was a man of his word, and the way he looked at her made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

As the night wore on, Raj and Saanvi drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

ON OTHER SIDE:

In a room shrouded in shadows, a figure sat hunched over a canvas, obsessively painting her portrait with his own blood.

The sound of his maniacal laughter echoed through the room, sending chills down the spine of anyone who might have been listening.

"You are mineeeee... Butterfly," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.

The door creaked open, and a lady stepped inside, her voice hesitant.

"Uski shadi hogayi hai sir?" she asked, her words barely above a whisper.

The figure's head snapped up, his eyes blazing with fury.

"What?" he screamed, his voice like thunder.

What.....

What.......

The sound sent shockwaves through the room, shattering the surrounding objects.

The lady took a step back, her hands raised in a calming gesture.

"Sir, sir, calm down," she pleaded.

The figure's face twisted in a snarl, his teeth gritted in rage.

"I need fucking details," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

"Who is she married to?"

The lady hesitated, her voice trembling. "Y-yes, sir?"

The figure's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing.

"Get out now," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

" I said get out from my sight.

The lady scurried out of the room, leaving the figure to his dark thoughts.

He murmured to himself, his voice a low, menacing whisper.

"Don't I tell you, I have only the right on you, to touch you, to kill you?"

he whispered, his words dripping with malice. "And maybe the time is come to make you mine again."

" ONLY MINE "

" COMPLETELY MINE"

"OFFICIALLY MINE"

The darkness seemed to closing in around him, fueling his twisted desires.

The sound of his maniacal laughter echoed through the room once more, a chilling reminder of the evil that lurked in the shadows.

~ At morning 6.30 Am



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SAANVI POV:

I slowly opened my eyes, I felt a sense of comfort and security that I had grown used to over the years.

He was lying beside me, his arms wrapped tightly around me,

holding me close like a baby.

"My little baby "

"Rajveer Singh Rajawat , The little baby " I murmured.

I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at him, his peaceful expression a stark contrast to the unrest that often stirred within him.

I tried to move,

but his grip only tightened, refusing to let me go.

Today was my first day at my sasural, and I didn't want to be late.

But he was seemed oblivious to my struggles, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath.

I was admiring his handsome face , his eyes remaining closed as he continued to sleep peacefully.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his as I pecked a soft kiss on his lips.

But just as I was about to pull back, his eyes snapped open, and he caught my face in his hands,

" So someone is staring huhh, Why don't you kiss me instead of admiring my handsome face". He said in a sleepy voice.

Sweetheart,

As he was going to pulled me in a kiss I placed my palm on his lips .

He chuckled at seeing my reaction.

And then I pushed him gently against his chest, trying to create some space between us.

"Subhe subhe chalu hogye aap," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion.

He pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eye as he gazed at me.

"Aur jo aap humare sote hue ka fayda utha rahi thi, vo kya hota hai?" he asked, his voice low and teasing

"And what were you doing, taking advantage of me while I was sleeping?"

As he threw off the covers and got out of bed, stretching his lean frame as he arched his back.

I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Usai niharna kehte hai pati dev," I replied innocently, trying to sound as demure as possible.

"That's called admiring, husband dear."

Raj, however, was not one to be deterred.

He chuckled and retorted, "Usai niharna nhi kehte biwi, usai fayda uthna kehte hai apne pati ka."

"It's not admiring, wife. That's taking advantage of your husband."

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he laughed at me, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Undeterred, His expression softened, and he leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on my forehead, followed by two more on my cheeks.

"By the way, good morning jaan," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I blushed, feeling a little self-conscious at his affectionate display.

But he simply chuckled and teased me some more.

"Don't blush too much, it's going to tell me how much you want me inside of you," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

My face grew even hotter, and I quickly threw a pillow at him to deflect his teasing.

"Chii, subhe subhe, Raj," I exclaimed, trying to sound indignant.

But inside I was having different type of feelings.

He laughed and rubbed his face, pretending to be hurt.

"Ouch, mere handsome face ko kharab krdiya," he joked, making me giggle.

"Ouch, you've ruined my handsome face."

Just then, the door knocked,

I quickly grabbed a dupatta to cover myself, feeling a little self-conscious in my short crop top and shorts.

I opened the door to find Chachi standing there, a warm smile on her face.

I touched her feet and greeted her with a good morning, feeling a little more at ease.

Chachi blessed me and handed me a beautiful saree and some stunning jewelry.

"Saanu bacha, you have to wear this saree with this jewelry," she said to me with a loving eyes

I nodded eagerly, thanking her for the beautiful outfit.

she turned to leave, she teased Raj, saying, "And ha Raj, humri beti ko tang nahi karna."

I giggled at her words.

As Chachi left the room, I turned to place the saree on the bed, feeling a little excited to get ready for the day ahead.

He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close.

"What were you saying?" He whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

As he leaned down to nuzzle my neck, his wet kisses sending tremors through my body.

I tried to push him away, laughing. "I wasn't saying anything, and please, let me go. I need to get ready."

But he was tireless, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he pulled me closer.

Our noses touched, and I could feel his warm breath on my skin.

"If I don't let you go, what will you do?" he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement as he looked into mine.

I tried to sound stern, but my voice was barely above a whisper. "Then I won't let you touch me."

His eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Oh, really?" he said, his voice low and husky.

And then, without warning, he bit down on my sensitive skin, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I moaned loudly, my voice echoing through the room.

"Aghh...hhh," I whispered, my body trembling with pleasure.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pulled back to gaze at me.

I was still moaning, my body caught up in the waves of pleasure that he had unleashed.

I glared at him , my eyes blazing with mock indignation, I couldn't help but smile at his mischievous grin.

"Now leave, you've bitten me like I'm your favorite meal ," I teased, trying to sound stern.

He chuckled .

"You are my whole meal, in every possible way and I'm not done savoring you yet jaan," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Just then, his phone rang, and he groaned in frustration.

"Oh, fuck, abhi ana tha, iss phone ko bhi," he muttered, clearly annoyed at the interruption.

I giggled and quickly slipped into the washroom, locking the door behind me.

After a refreshing shower, I walked back into the room, looking around for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he wasn't there to see me in my current state.

I was wearing only a blouse on top and a petticoat below, struggling to wrap the saree around me.

I had always preferred wearing suits, and sarees were not my forte.

Just as I was trying to figure out the intricate folds of the saree, the door opened, and he walked in, fresh from his gym session.

His upper body muscles were glistening with sweat, and his eyes sparkled with energy.

I caught a glimpse of him in the mirror and felt my heart skip a beat.

He looked stunning, and I couldn't help but stare.

As he came toward me, his eyes leisurely scanned my body from bottom to top, his gaze warm but intense, making me feel a little self-conscious.

I cleared my throat, trying to sound unaffected.

"Do you know how to wear a saree?" I asked, feigning nonchalance, though my cheeks betrayed me with a blush.

His grin was mischievous, boyish in the most dangerous way.

"I know everything, sweetheart," he drawled, leaning slightly closer. "And also know how to take it off. Would you like to see the trailer?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Raj, I'm serious."

He chuckled, the sound deep and intimate. His eyes never left mine, as if they were undressing me without moving a muscle.

"I'm also serious with you, jaan," he whispered, voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

Trying to keep my composure, I huffed. "Okay, so now help me with wearing this saree... but without touching me."

His eyebrow arched, amusement dancing in his gaze. "What? Without touching you? How can I help you then?"

Before I could protest, his hands were already on my bare waist. His touch was warm electric. My breath caught, and my resolve began to crumble like dry sand slipping between fingers. I hated how much control he had over my reactions.

"Okay, now help me, na?" I snapped, more at myself than at him.

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying this.

He bent down to adjust the pleats, straightening each fold with surprising precision, his fingers brushing against my skin now and then not enough to be intentional, but enough to leave my heart racing. His touch was gentle, reverent even. By the time he finished draping the pallu, I was wrapped in layers of elegance and emotion.

I turned to the mirror, and for a moment, forgot to breathe. I looked... beautiful. A deep pink saree with golden zari work, matching bangles clinking softly on my wrists everything just felt perfect.

It was earlier that morning, when I saw him carefully helping me get ready for our first day as husband and wife.

He adjusted my saree pallu smoothed down the pleats again, then gently slipped bangles onto my wrists one by one. I didn't even realize I was holding my breath until he picked up the tiny kajal stick.

With the softest touch, he applied a little kajal to the outer corner of my eyes.

As I gazed at my reflection, I turned to him, curious. "By the way, where did you learn all this?"

He didn't answer right away.

Instead, he snuggled his head into the crook of my neck, his breath warm against my skin. I shivered, not from cold but from the intensity of him.

And the. He paused, his eyes growing gentle, a faint smile on his lips.

"My dad used to do this for my mom when she had a fracture in her hand. I remember watching him help her with her shringar so gently, with so much love. That's when I learned real love is in the little things. And today, I just wanted to do the same for my wife."

My throat tightened. My eyes welled up not because of the makeup, but because of the love embedded in that simple gesture.

The man people feared outside was so soft for me. He didn't just want to see me dressed beautifully he wanted to be part of the moment, to cherish me with the same love he'd once seen as a boy.

Wiping a tear before it smudged the kajal, I whispered, "You're going to spoil me, Mr. Rajawat."

He winked. "That's the plan, Mrs. Rajawat."

But of course, the moment couldn't stay tender for too long. That wasn't Raj.

"Okay, now go and take a bath," I said, trying to sound firm, clearing my throat to break the spell.

But he turned, eyes glinting with seduction.

"Will you come with me and take a shower together?" he murmured, his tongue flicking softly against my neck.

I gasped, pushing him back. "No, no, now go!" I yelled, pretending to be stern but my voice lacked conviction, especially with how fast my heart was beating.

He smirked, walking away slowly, deliberately, with the confidence of a man who knew he had already won.

And he had not just that moment, but all of me.



( The red saree )

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I went inside the washroom to take a shower while under the cold shower, I couldn't shake off the image of her from my mind.

She looked absolutely ravishing in that saree, her curves accentuated in all the right places.

The backless blouse she was wearing added to her allure, and I found myself groaning in frustration as I tried to wash away the desire that was building up inside me.

"Fuckkkk, how sexy she's looking in this saree," I thought to myself, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to do to her.

I imagined running my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers, and kissing her until she was breathless.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, I felt my arousal growing.

She's like the strongest addiction ,

she's my obsession

I groaned, feeling the tension build up inside me. I knew I had to get out of the shower before I lost all control.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little more composed.

But as I caught sight of her again, my resolve crumbled.

She was wearing a stunning red saree with gold jewelry, and a nuptial chain adorned her neck.

She looked like a bride, and I felt my heart swell with emotion.

As she reached for the vermillion, I stopped her, taking the powder from her hand.

"Aaj se hum layenge apko sindoor," I said, my voice low and husky.

It was a promise, a vow to take care of her, to love and cherish her.

As I applied the vermillion to her forehead, I felt a rush of desire.

I wanted to kiss her, to hold her close, to never let her go. And as I kissed her on the forehead, I felt my lips brush against her skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I pulled back, I saw that she had arranged my clothes on the bed, a sweet gesture that made me smile.

But what really caught my attention was the way she was looking at me, her eyes sparkling with desire.

I knew in that moment that I was a goner. I was going to make love to her, and I was going to make it unforgettable.

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AUTHOR POV :

As she made her way downstairs, she saw no one there but then, she saw her mother-in-law and her chachi sitting at the dining table.

She quickly went to touch their feet, seeking their blessings, and greeted them with a warm

"Good morning."

She smiled warmly at her and then asked ,"Mummy ji , aaj meri pehli rasoi hai, toh mei kya banau?"

(Mom, today is my first time cooking in this house, what should I make?)

Mrs. Rajawat's expression turned kind, and she replied, "You only need to make a sweet dish, bacha. The servants will take care of everything else. You don't need to worry."

She nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

As they walked towards the kitchen, she asked innocently, "Mummy ji, unhe kya pasand hai meethe mein?"

(Mummy ji, what sweet dish does he like?)

Chachi's face lit up with a warm smile as she replied, "Raj ko meethai mein kheer pasand hai."

(Raj likes kheer among sweet dishes.)

She nodded, taking mental note of his preference.

As they stepped out of the kitchen, she felt a sense of excitement and nervousness.

This was her first time cooking in her new home, and she wanted to make a good impression.

Soon the family members began to downstairs, gathering around the dining table for breakfast.

He, too, made his appearance, looking dashing in his black suit, and took his seat at the head of the table.



( Him in his black suit )

She entered the dinning room, carefully balancing a tray with a steaming bowl of kheer, which she gently placed on the table.

The servants followed, carrying the rest of the breakfast spread, and soon the table was filled with the delicious aromas of freshly cooked food.

Mrs. Rajawat, noticing her standing by the table, instructed,

"Beta, you sit down. The servants will serve the food."

She nodded and took her seat beside him.

As the servants began to serve the food, placing generous portions on each plate, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous .

Finally, the servants serve on their plates the kheer.

Dhruv, Rajveer's younger brother, took a bite of the kheer and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Mumma, who made this kheer?" he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Saanvi smiled and asked, "Kya hua, Dhruv? Didn't it turn out well?"

Dhruv's face lit up with a bright smile. "Bhabhi, aaj se aap hi banayengi kheer. Aapke haathon mein jadu hai"

(Sister-in-law, from today onwards, you'll be the one making the kheer. Your hands have magic in them!)

As Dhruv leaned forward to kiss her hands in appreciation.

Rajveer shot him a warning glance, his eyes narrowing slightly.

And then all the family members continued praise on her kheer, they began to present her with gifts.

Mr. and Mrs. Rajawat, her in-laws, gifted her a stunning diamond necklace, accompanied by a pair of elegant gold bangles .

Next, her aunt and uncle, Chachi and Chacha, surprised her with a thoughtful gift - the keys to a brand new car.

"This car is for your hospital visits," they explained, beaming with smiles.

Her brother-in-law and sister-in-law also joined in, presenting her with an assortment of chocolates and books.

She smiled and her eyes filled with tears as for their love.

Saanvi couldn't help but notice him that He hadn't praised her cooking skills.

Instead, he had finished his breakfast and headed upstairs, leaving her to wonder why he seemed so detached.

And then Mrs Rajawat said " Saanvi beta ,aaj sari rasme karni hai jo reh gyi thi or tumhri moo dhikhyi bhi hai so ready rehna ".

"Saanvi beta, today we need to complete all the remaining rituals and your muh dikhai ceremony is also scheduled, so be ready."

She nodded and then she left the dinning room,

She decided to follow him, her curiosity getting the better of her.

#MATURE CONTENT



she stepped into the room, her eyes landed on the papers scattered across the desk.

Her curiosity piqued, she asked him, "What are these papers for?"

His response was unexpected. He pulled her close, his hands wrapping around her waist, and held her against him.

A sly smile spread across his face as he replied

"These are the papers for your new hospital, which you own, Mrs. Rajawat."

No,

No,

Saanvi Rajveer Singh Rajawat.

Saanvi's eyes widened in shock, and then a radiant smile lit up her face.

She flung her arms around him, hugging him tightly as she bounced up and down with excitement.

"I've never been this happy before, Raj It feels like my heart is going to burst" She said.

Without warning, Rajveer's lips crashed against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth to explore every corner.

The kiss was intense, passionate and roughly.

As they broke apart for a moment, He whispered, "As long as your sweetness is bursting on my tongue, we're perfect, sweetheart."

His hands began to roam over her body, his chest pressing against her breasts.

Saanvi's breath caught in her throat as Rajveer's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin.

He found her favorite spot, her collarbone, and took a gentle bite.

His tongue soothed the skin, and then he sucked, leaving a tender hickey behind.

Saanvi's hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her saree pallu slipped down, revealing the curves of her breasts.

Rajveer's lips descended upon her skin, leaving wet kisses that sent shivers down her spine.

Her breathing grew heavy, and she knew that he was losing control.

With a gentle touch, she guided him back, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Raj, maybe we should...slow down."

But the hunger in his eyes told her that he was beyond reason, consumed by his desire for her.

"I need you right now," Rajveer whispered, his voice barely audible.

Her eyes widen as she felt his warm breath against her skin.

Without hesitation, he reached behind her back and unhooked the blouse of her saree, letting it slide down her arms and pool at her feet.

Now, she stood before him, her upper body bare except for the black lacy bra that hugged her curves.

Rajveer's eyes roamed over her, His gaze lingered on the soft swell of her breasts, the delicate lace of her bra framing her cleavage .

Saanvi felt a shiver run down her spine as his eyes feasted on her,

As he took in the sight of her, a low, husky curse escaped his lips.

"Fuck , baby ," he muttered, his voice rough with need.

As he gazed at her, his eyes eyes staring at her from bottom to top,

He asked for her permission to take their intimacy to the next level.

Saanvi's cheeks flushed with a shy blush as she nodded her consent, her eyes locked on his .

He reached for the straps of her bra, slowly sliding them off her shoulders, his fingers grazing her skin with deliberate tenderness.

With a gentle motion, he unhooked it and let it slip from her body, casting it aside onto the floor.

Lifting her effortlessly into his arms, he carried her to the bed, placing her down with care.

His eyes never left hers as he loosened her shirt, the fabric slipping away with ease.

Shrugging off his coat, he discarded it somewhere, his focus entirely on her.

Hovering over her, he lowered his lips to hers, capturing them in a deep, passionate kiss.

His hands explored her body, one tracing slow, tantalizing circles over her soft curves while the other moved to cup her breast.

With a teasing touch, he pinched one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from her, while his other hand caressed her other breast, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin.

A moaned escape from her lips " Aghhh Raj , slow ".

"You're so beautiful sweetheart," he whispered, almost to himself, before reaching for her again.

His lips found her neck first, pressing soft, teasing kisses along her throat, a contrast to the strength of his hands gripping her waist.

She arched into him, barely recognizing the soft gasp that escaped her lips.

And then, his mouth traveled lower.

Her pulse stuttered as he brushed his lips over her collarbone, trailing a heated path downward.

When his mouth finally closed around her nipple, a sharp gasp broke free from her throat.

A rush of sensation coursed through her, overwhelming and undeniable.

He was slow, deliberate, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before sucking gently, drawing out a shudder that wracked her entire body.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as he teased and tormented her, each movement designed to unravel her completely.

His other hand traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, until there was no space left between them,

only the heat, the hunger, the undeniable pull of something dark and consuming.

A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it.

"Aghh take it slow "

"Say my name," he murmured against her skin, his voice dark, commanding.

She swallowed hard, her body trembling beneath his touch. "Raj..."

His grip tightened, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "Good baby girl."

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a heated path of kisses that made her shiver beneath his touch.

He took his time, his fingers tracing over her bare skin, igniting a fire that spread through her veins.

And then again his mouth found her breast, he captured her nipple between his lips, sucking gently, teasing it with slow flicks of his tongue.

A gasp escaped her lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished her with attention, his touch growing more possessive, more urgent.

His hands roamed lower, exploring, mapping every curve, every sensitive spot that made her body arch beneath him.

His lips followed, kissing down the length of her stomach, his breath warm and teasing against her skin.

He paused, hovering just above her most sensitive place, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked up at her.

His voice was low, husky.

"You can stop me, sweetheart, if you're uncomfortable."

She swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat.

Her body ached for him, for the touch he was holding just out of reach.

His breath was still hot against her skin, her fingers still tangled in his hair, her heart pounding.

And then, with a dark smirk, he continued his slow, torturous exploration.

claiming her inch by inch, until she was lost in the pleasure, lost in him.

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As they were in the midst of their intimate moment,

A sudden knock at the door interrupted them.

The voice on the other side of the door belonged to a kiara , who politely said,

"Bhabhi, Mummy has called you downstairs."

She managed to muster a response, her voice laced with a hint of moan,

"Okay..."

Her breath was caught in her throat as he continued to nibble on her cleavage.

Gathering her composure, she gently pushed him away, "Raj, now let me go."

He nodded obligingly and planted a tender kiss on her eyelids.

"We can continue this tonight, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise.

As they disentangled themselves, they quickly got dressed.

He headed out to his office, while she made her way to Mrs. Rajawat's room.

She knocked gently on the door of Mrs. Rajawat's room, "Mummy ji, aapne bulaya ".

(Mummy ji, you called me)

Mrs. Rajawat nodded, a warm smile on her face, and handed her a few jewelry boxes and some gold accessories.

"Saanvi beta, you have to wear these this evening for your moo dhikhai rasam ."

(auspicious face reveal ceremony).

As Mrs. Rajawat placed her hands on Saanvi's head, giving her a loving blessing,

Saanvi smiled and thanked her.

She then turned to head upstairs to her room, but just as she reached the stairs, her phone rang, displaying an unknown number.

She hesitated for a moment before answering, her voice low and cautious,

"Hello?"

On the other end of the line, a chilling, cold tone sent shivers down her spine.

"Mubarak ho, Mrs. Rajawat, shadi ki

(Congratulations, Mrs. Rajawat, on your wedding).

She stood frozen, her heart racing, as she recognized the ominous voice.

The words hung in the air, heavy with malice, and She felt a sense of foreboding wash over her.

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