𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒 : 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'

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"Abhishek, by dawn, I want those men before me," Ranvijay's voice was an edge of steel, his jaw clenched as he delivered his command. His gaze shifted momentarily to Anvi, the intensity in his eyes unmistakable. She felt a shiver down her spine as his look lingered before he turned and left, heading for his chambers.

Anvi blinked, stunned. "Why... why did he look at me like that?" she stammered. "I haven't even done anything!"

Abhishek chuckled, nudging Shanvi beside him. "Bhabhi-sa, you might want to check in with Bhai-sa. I think you'll find out just how much of 'nothing' you really did wrong," he smirked, guiding Shanvi away.

Aniket threw a mischievous look over his shoulder. "Good luck, Anvi," he teased, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

"huh, What exactly is he going to do?" she muttered, heading hesitantly toward her room.

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She opened the door slowly, finding it empty. Relief washed over her for a fleeting moment but before she could react, she was pulled against the door by a pair of strong hands. She looked up, breath catching in her throat as Ranvijay's dark gaze met hers, closer than she'd anticipated.

"W-what are you...R-rana sa leave me?" Her voice trembled, her pulse racing as he lowered his head to her neck, his fingers tightening their hold on her wrists.

"My love you have made a mistake so you should be getting a punishment right" he murmured, his voice smooth and unyielding. His lips brushed against her skin, his breath warm, sending a thrill through her that she couldn't contain.

"P-punishment?" she stuttered, barely able to think as he continued. She gasped when his teeth grazed her neck, a mix of pain and pleasure as he bit down gently, his lips pressing over the mark he left in a heated, lingering kiss. A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it.

Ranvijay pulled back, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "A reminder," he whispered with a smirk, leaving her breathless and flushed as he disappeared into the bathroom without another word.

In a daze, Anvi touched her neck, her fingers brushing over the mark he'd left. She turned to the mirror, eyes widening at the bold, unmistakable bruise now marring her skin. "Mr. Ranvijay Singh Rathore, what is this!!!!" she shouted in exasperation.

Ranvijay peeked his head out from the bathroom, grinning. "That, my dear wife, is a hickey and trust me, you'll have plenty more reasons to shout in future so don't waste your energy in shouting now" he replied, disappearing back inside with a wink.

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The Next Morning

Draped in a lehnga combination of vibrant colors, predominantly red and gold, along with rich patterns and embellishments. The skirt was wide and flared, with a variety of geometric and floral motifs that were enhanced with sparkling embellishments such as sequins and beads. The design incorporates a blend of textured and reflective materials, creating a luxurious and regal appearance.Anvi emerged from the wardrobe to find Anika, Shanvi, and Radhika waiting to finish her look. They adorned her with intricate jewelry, each piece adding to her radiant transformation into the queen she was meant to be.