𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 : 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

POV - Author

After taking a few moments to calm herself, Anvi changed into more comfortable clothes and stepped outside the room. She looked around but was surprised to find it empty. A frown spread across her face as she began searching for Ranvijay. She first checked the closet, but he wasn't there. Then she moved to the balcony, only to find it empty as well. Her curiosity grew as she wondered where he might be.

She moved down the stairs, and to her shock, she found herself standing in front of a fully stocked bar. Ranvijay sat there, lost in his thoughts, a glass of something strong in his hand. The sight of him like this stirred something inside her.

"He drinks..." she muttered under her breath, walking towards him.

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POV - Ranvijay

I left the washroom, my mind still reeling from the closeness of the moment. My heart was racing, pounding so loudly I thought it would burst out of my chest.

*Compose yourself, Ranvijay,* I told myself. *You can't lose control. She's fragile.*

But no matter how hard I tried to steady my breathing, the image of her biting her lips kept replaying in my mind. The way she looked at me... I couldn't shake the feeling that I wanted to kiss her, to take her, to hold her in a way that was beyond my control. My mind was flooded with thoughts that I knew I shouldn't be having.

To calm myself, I went to my private bar area. Alcohol was the only thing that could numb the ache I felt building inside me. I poured myself a drink and sank into my own thoughts, the bitter taste of the liquor doing little to drown the storm within me.

Suddenly, I heard the soft jingle of payals, and I knew exactly who it was. But I didn't turn around. I could feel her presence behind me, the
warmth of her nearness sending waves of tension through me. She didn't speak at first, and I thought she might leave, but then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned to face her, and my breath caught in my throat. She was standing so close, her face mere inches from mine. I could see every detail-her soft skin, her glowing eyes. She stepped closer, and I was momentarily lost in the depths of her gaze. Before I knew it, she snatched the glass from my hand, breaking my trance.

"Rana sa!! Drinking isn't good for you" Her voice was sweet, but the concern in it melted me, reminding me of how much I cared about her. I fought to compose myself, not wanting to look like a fool in front of her.

"Biwi, it hasn't even been a few hours since our wedding, and already you're nagging me?" | raised an eyebrow at her, trying to deflect my emotions with humor.

"Tho hakh hai mera pati ho aap mera" she replied, and my heart swelled with warmth. The way she said it made me feel like I truly belonged to her.

(So what it's my right you are my husband)

"Oh, is that so?" I said with a teasing grin, stepping toward her. "Then I should show you just what being your husband means," I added, my voice lowering with intent. She instinctively took a step back, her breath quickening as she watched me approach.

Her eyes widened in nervousness as I closed the distance between us. "What... What are you doing?" she stammered, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. I could see the vulnerability in her, and it only made me want her more.

Without warning, I pinned her against the wall. She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching out to push me away, but I was firm.

"Rana sa, wh-what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I leaned in, my lips dangerously close to her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut. She was waiting for me to make a move, but I wasn't ready to cross that line just yet. Instead, I kissed the air just beside her lips, pulling back before I lost all control.

I was torturing myself, but I had to stop. "I'm not ready for this," I muttered under my breath, pulling her into my arms and lifting her effortlessly.

"Rana sa, please! Put me down!" she said, but I ignored her protests and started climbing the stairs. I could feel her squirming, her discomfort clear, but I couldn't bring myself to let her go.

Once we reached the room, I set her down gently by the bed. She stood there, fidgeting with her hands, her gaze darting nervously.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eyeing me curiously as I made my way to the couch.

"Making my bed," I said nonchalantly, as I threw a pillow on the couch and fluffed it.

"Why are you sleeping there?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"Anvi, the bed is big, but I know you're still not comfortable sharing it with me," I said softly, trying to make it sound casual.

"No," she said firmly, her face softening. "I won't let you sleep there. Either you share the bed with me, or I sleep on the couch. No arguments." Her fake glare was so cute that I couldn't help but tease her.

"Are you that desperate to sleep with me?" I said, my voice laced with a mischievous smirk.

Her face turned bright red, and she quickly turned away. "What rubbish!" she stammered, hiding her face behind her hands.

I gently placed her on the bed, smiling as I crawled in beside her. She tried to act aloof, but I could feel her warmth beside me.

But then, I felt a soft hand press against my torso. I turned to see her looking at me with those big, doe eyes of hers.

"What's wrong, jaan?" I whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Can I... can I hug you while sleeping? I have a habit of hugging someone," she asked shyly, and I couldn't help but smile at her innocence.

"Of course," I said softly, pulling her into my arms. "Good night, Rana sa" she whispered, and before I could respond, sleep began to take over me.

"Good night, biwi" I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. And with that, we both drifted into sleep, our hearts full of warmth and contentment.

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