Talab

Her royal love 11

Both were drenched in the rain, but the fire burning between them made them forget the cold.

The heat of their intimacy was far louder than the storm around them.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder shook the skies, making Ruhi flinch and cling to Maan tightly, her heartbeat racing against his chest.

He chuckled softly, holding her close. "Aww... my bacha is scared?" he teased gently, brushing her wet strands away.

She pouted, whispering, "Let's go from here, Maan... please."

Without another word, he scooped her into his arms in bridal style and carried her back to the car. The warmth of his body wrapped around her like home. He opened the door, placed her gently inside, then slid into his seat beside her.

But Ruhi wasn't done.

Slowly, she climbed into his lap, her eyes glowing with mischief. She kissed him—right near his lips—and whispered, "Guess what I'm up to, Mr. Rajvansh?"

He raised a brow, his tone turning husky, "What are you trying to do, my naughty Rooh?"

She leaned in closer, her voice like velvet, "Exactly what you're thinking."

He smirked, locking the car doors. The rain hitting the black-tinted windows masked everything from the outside world.

Without hesitation, he removed her dress in one swift motion and latched onto her curves with hunger in his eyes. "I can never get enough of you, wife."

She gasped, grabbing his hair tightly, surrendering to his touch.

He gently laid her down across the backseat, hovering over her, lips brushing every inch of her skin. He parted her legs and rested them on his shoulders, trailing kisses until her moans echoed inside the car.

"Oh, Maan..." she whimpered.

That smirk of satisfaction painted his face again. He loved the way she said his name—like a prayer laced in passion.

Without warning, he entered her, and her moans of pleasure and pain filled the silence.

The car rocked beneath the rhythm of their wild, burning love.

That night, they made the storm their witness.

A Few Days Later...

"Rooh, where are you!?" Maan's excited voice echoed through their home.

She rushed out, worried. "What happened, Maan?"

He was holding a small velvet box, beaming. "See! I got you something..."

She opened it, gasping with joy. "Anklets?!"

"My Rooh's favorite," he said proudly.

She ran towards him, giggling, and slipped them onto her delicate ankles. Then, unable to contain her joy, she twirled, showing off a little dance move.

The soft chhan-chhan of her anklets was music to his ears.

He watched her, mesmerized. "You know," he said with a soft smile, "these tiny feet... they've brought me everywhere I've ever needed to go. Home."

She blushed, pulling his hand. "Now come! I made your favorite dinner!"

At the dining table, they sat close, feeding each other with laughter and little kisses. The meal was warm, but the love between them made it unforgettable.

Later that evening, they sat on the balcony under the stars.

She rested her head on his shoulder, watching the moon in silence.

As the world hushed around them, Rooh's eyes fluttered shut, her anklets gently chiming in rhythm with her breath.

And just like that, her dreams carried her away—wrapped safely in the arms of her forever.