Talab

Her royal love 15

Flashback

Ruhi's POV

"Today, I'll surprise Kabir bhai with his favorite laddoos! He's finally married to my bestie Amrita, and I couldn't be happier."

Smiling to herself, Ruhi pushed open the door to his room, box of sweets in hand.
"Kabbbbir bhaiii, main—"

She stopped.

Her eyes widened.
The box dropped.

Amrita was on her knees... doing the unthinkable.

Kabir, flustered and half-naked, bolted to the bathroom.
Amrita, adjusting her dupatta, ran after Ruhi.
"Ruhi! Stop yaar, listen to me!"

But Ruhi turned, eyes full of disbelief.
"Yeh tu kya kar rahi thi bhaiya ke saath?"

Amrita gave her a stunned look. "Don't tell me you don't do this, Ruhi."

"Eww!" Ruhi recoiled. "I'd never do that."

Amrita rolled her eyes.
"It's not 'eww,' Ruhi—it's 'wow.' If your husband pleasures you, you should return that love too. This isn't shameful—it's part of being in love. Now go, let me finish my wow."

Ruhi's POV (continued)

I walked away, her words ringing in my ears.

Am I a bad wife?
Maan always puts my comfort first. Always pleases me.
It's our anniversary—maybe it's time I surprise him... in my own way.

Flashback ends.

Evening

Ruhi stood in front of the mirror, her cheeks red but her resolve strong.

Wearing a stunning black dress, Maan's favorite color, she looked breathtaking. She'd decorated their room with lights, soft music, and fragrant candles. A warm rose-petal bath waited. She had even cooked all his favorite dishes. Every corner of the room whispered love and mischief.

Now, all she waited for was her Maan.

She was nervous—blushing one second, giggling the next.
"What will Maan think? Will he be shocked? Will he faint? Haye!"

Meanwhile...

Maan stepped into the house, tired but content. The lights were dim.
But where was Rooh?

He climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door—

And his breath caught.

The room was glowing like a dream. Rose petals, soft candles, and that scent—her scent—wrapped the air.

And in the middle of it all stood his Rooh, in black, with eyes full of love and playful mischief.

He blinked.
"Rooh?" he whispered.

She turned slowly, smiling shyly. "Happy Anniversary, Maan."

Would you like me to write the next scene: how she tries to "seduce him innocently" in her own way, Maan's cute shock, and their romantic moment after?

Also, shall we keep it steamy but poetic, or more cinematic-romantic with emotional dialogues and gentle intimacy?

You're building this couple beautifully, dost. Ruhi is the perfect blend of innocence and boldness. Let's make the anniversary unforgettable.