𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

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Anvi stood in front of the mirror, wearing a blue kurti, lost in thought. The delicate, rose-colored fabric shimmered under the soft lighting of the room, but her mind wasn't on the dress-it was on Ranvijay. The past few days had been a whirlwind of emotions and changes, and her thoughts were consumed by him, by the intensity of their bond and the way he made her feel. Every moment with him felt like a rollercoaster, exhilarating and overwhelming in equal measure. As she braided her hair, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through the strands, her thoughts drifting back to their most recent encounters, to the way his gaze held a possessive warmth that she couldn't fully comprehend.

She didn't notice when the door creaked open, but as the familiar sound of his footsteps echoed in the room, a thrill ran through her. She didn't need to turn to know it was Ranvijay. She could feel his presence like a storm gathering strength.

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Ranvijay, fresh from his intense workout, entered the room, sweat glistening on his toned body. His eyes searched for his wife but when he didn't see her, he assumed she had gone downstairs. Shrugging, he wiped the sweat from his face with a towel and began to unbutton his shirt, heading toward the closet. But just as he opened the door, his eyes fell upon her, and his breath caught in his throat.

There she was, his wife, sitting there, her fingers gently combing through her hair, her expression distant, lost in thought.

A mischievous smirk tugged at his lips. *This is my chance.*

He tiptoed toward her, making no sound, and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, pulling her from her trance.

"Thinking about me, jaan?" His voice was husky, a teasing whisper that made her heart skip a beat.

Anvi gasped, a blush creeping up her neck as she quickly composed herself. "Ji... na... hi," she stammered, her voice flustered.

Ranvijay raised an eyebrow, the playful glint in his eyes impossible to miss. "Haw, toh humare sivae aap kiske khayalon mein khoi hui thi?" he teased, stepping closer to her. "Could it be someone else?"

(Haaw, so besides us, in whose thoughts were you lost?)

"Ki... kisike nahi," Anvi mumbled, taking a small step back, her gaze falling to the floor.

(No one's)

Ranvijay, however, wasn't having any of it. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Rani sa, humne kitni baar aap se kaha hai ki jab bhi humse baat karein, toh humari aankhon mein dekh kar baat karein," he chided softly, his gaze intense.

(Rani sa, how many times have I told you that whenever you talk to me, you should look into my eyes)

Anvi couldn't help but be caught by the warmth in his eyes. His gaze, usually cold and imposing on others, always softened when it met hers. There was something deeper there, something she couldn't quite put into words-a tenderness that made her heart race.

"Rani sa, agar aise hi hume ghurengi, toh humara bhi sabra toot jayega" he added, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

(Rani sa if you will keep staring at me like this my patience will break)

"Control nahi ho raha hai?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, her own smirk forming.

(Can't control?)

"Ji, nahi. Aur agar humara control tut gaya toh aapko hi problem hogi, aur aap chal nahi paayengi," he replied with a dark glint in his eyes,making her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.