𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 : 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

POV - Author

Ranvijay stepped closer to her, noticing her throat gulping, her chest rising and falling as she nervously licked her lips and bit them. The closeness between them sent a strange sensation through her body, and then he did something unexpected, leaving her in shock.

He gently moved his thumb over her lips, pulling them from between her teeth, and leaned towards her ear. "Jaan, don't bite them. They're mine to kiss and mine to cherish," he whispered, his hot breath brushing her neck, causing her to catch her breath. He smirked, enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Am I making you nervous, Anvi?" he asked, brushing his lips along her jawline.

When Anvi remained silent, her mind too clouded by the intimacy of the moment, he buried his face in her neck and bit down gently.

"Ahh, Rana sa," Anvi gasped, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her body

Ranvijay pulled back and smiled, his dimples showing. Anvi was both happy and surprised to see him smile for the first time. "I like it when you call me Rana sa," he whispered, then stepped away.

After a moment, Anvi composed herself and went to the washroom to change out of her heavy lehenga. She gazed at herself in the mirror, a small smile tugging at her lips as she admired her reflection, adorned with sindoor and the mangalsutra. She removed her veil and hung it on a hook, then carefully took out the safety pins and let her chuni fall off her shoulder. Slowly, she removed all the jewelry, leaving only her choli and lehenga.

Her hands moved to untie the blouse, but the hooks were too tight. She struggled to unhook them, growing frustrated. With no other choice, she stepped toward the door, unlocking it slightly and peeking her head out, looking for Ranvijay.

"Rana sa," she called softly, but received no response. She called again, this time louder.
"Rana sa!" Hearing her voice, Ranvijay hurried toward the washroom, concerned, only to find her standing there, her head peeking out from the door.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?" he asked, frowning.

Anvi shook her head. "Could you please call someone?" she asked, looking uncertain.

"Why, what's the matter?" he asked.

"Woh mera blouse nhi khul Raha h agar aap maa sa, Chachi sa ya Anika mese kisiko bulate tho meri help kardengi woh" she explained.

(My blouse won't come off. If you could ask Maa sa, Chachi sa, or Anika they might be able to help me)

"But Anvi, it's already past 1 a.m. They must be asleep by now," he said, noticing her nervously chewing her lips.

"You can call a maid, maybe someone can help,"she suggested, feeling a little lost.

"All the female maids went home already, only the male maids are left," he replied.

"Then call one of them," she said absentmindedly.

Ranvijay pulled her toward him, his voice dripping with anger. "Do you really think I would let another man touch you, or even let him see what's mine?" His words were firm, his face so close to hers that if either of them moved slightly, they'd end up kissing.

The intensity of the moment lasted only a few seconds before Ranvijay broke the tension, straightening up. Clearing his throat, he spoke again. "If you're comfortable, I can help you, but only if you're okay with it," he said.

Anvi paused, considering his words, before nodding. "Okay," she replied.

She turned around, her back facing him. Sweat formed on his forehead as he took a deep breath and moved toward her. He could feel her nervousness but tried to remain calm.

"Relax," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "If you're uncomfortable, I can close my eyes or turn off the lights." His gentle touch seemed to ease her.

"No, it's okay. You don't need to do that. I'm not uncomfortable, just nervous," she reassured him, and a small smile spread across his face upon hearing that.

He moved his hands to her back, starting to unhook the blouse. It was tight, and as he unfastened it, his hand accidentally brushed against her bare back, sending a shiver through her body. "Sorry," he muttered, but she shook her head.

As he continued, he noticed she was gripping the washbasin with one hand, her other hand still on her blouse. In one swift motion, he unhooked the final clasp, causing the blouse to fall. Anvi quickly caught it, and their eyes met briefly before she averted her gaze, sensing the
awkwardness of the situation. Ranvijay gave her privacy, quickly stepping out of the washroom.

Once he left, Anvi took a moment to calm herself, resting her hands on the basin. Her heart was racing, and she was breathing heavily. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror and saw that her face was flushed, her chest rising and falling with every breath.

"What was that feeling, Mahadev?" she thought. "I've never felt this way before. Why does his closeness affect me so much? As soon as he left, I found myself missing his touch, craving it."

----------

Hey, lovelies! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don’t forget to hit that vote button and leave your thoughts in the comments. Till then byy see you soon ❤️

Thank you for your love and support! 

Love from,
Miss Sharma ❤️