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“Ruvit! Are you jealous?” Her voice, laced with an undeniable amusement, sliced through the air.
She looked at me, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
Jealous? Me?
The very idea was preposterous.
I, Ruvit Rathore, jealous of that Ishir? The thought alone was an insult to my very being.
A cold and deliberate wave of control washed over me.
I snatched my hand from her waist, the warmth of her skin instantly missed, and released her hand from mine.
Then, I folded my arms in front of my chest, a barrier, a statement.
“No.” My voice was sharper than intended. “Wae do you think so?”
“I concluded it from your actions.” She chuckled, utterly unbothered by my sudden shift.
“My actions are always like this whenever I’m around you.” I stated, a raw, undeniable truth.
Every nerve ending in my body was hyper-aware of her, a magnetic pull I couldn’t, wouldn’t deny.
“Okay, I understood, but,” She countered, a knowing glint in her eyes, “Mr. Rathore, wae are your cheeks getting red?”
She gave a slight nod, then pointed directly at my face, a challenging smirk playing on her lips.
Mr. Rathore, huh?
The urge to call her Mrs. Rathore right then and there, to seal that fate, felt like a physical ache, a sweet torment that would be the death of me.
“Because a goddess is standing in front of me.” I said, my voice was deliberately casual.
Only I knew the raging inferno inside me, the desperate yearning to utter those sacred words—Mrs. Rathore.
Already blushing?
My eyes scanned her face, a silent appraisal. Yes. A delicate flush was blooming across her cheeks, a subtle rose creeping up her neck.
“Now whose cheeks are getting red, Princess?” I whispered as I leaned in, my hot breath fanning her neck.
It was like a deliberate invasion of her personal space—a silent claim.
“Shut up.” Her palm slapped gently over my mouth, a soft, warm barrier between us.
I chuckled, the sound muffled behind her hand, a low rumble of triumph.
I gently removed her palm, my fingers lingering for a moment against her soft skin.
My unwavering eyes were fixed on hers, then drifted to the area below her eyes, tracing the subtle, unmistakable deepening of her blush.
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