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• 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞
Power!!The only thing he always wanted.He is the elder son of Rathore's and the soon to be king of Rajasthan.A man in his late twenties who rules not only Rajas...
As the sun's first rays slipped through the curtains, bathing the room in warm light, Ranvijay and Anvi stirred from a deep, peaceful sleep. Entangled in each other's arms, Anvi was the first to wake up, frowning as the light coaxed her from slumber. She snuggled deeper, assuming she was nestled into her usual pillow.
"Why is my pillow suddenly so... firm?" she mumbled, still half asleep.
A warm chuckle sounded above her, and a deep, familiar voice replied, "Maybe because you're not cuddling your pillow, jaan. That's me." Anvi blinked, her eyes adjusting as she looked up and realized she had been nuzzled into Ranvijay's chest all along. His amused, knowing smile made her heart race.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice low and slightly husky, a smirk playing on his lips. Anvi blushed, quickly hiding her face in his chest again, earning a gentle laugh from him.
Ranvijay brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, "Come on, jaan go back to your normal pillow now, so I can head to the gym."
Anvi, a little shy but curious, tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Can I join you?" she asked, a bit hesitant.
His smirk softened into a smile. "Of course, you don't need to ask, jaan," he said, brushing his thumb over her cheek. He gave her a quick peck on the lips before climbing out of bed.
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(Anvi's Gym outfit)
Anvi pulled on a fitted sports bra and cycling shorts, glancing at herself in the mirror with a little grin. She gathered her hair into a ponytail and headed down to the gym, where she found Ranvijay already lifting weights, muscles flexing beneath his workout shirt, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. She couldn't help but stare at how effortlessly he lifted, the sight both impressive and alluring.
But she was so engrossed that she didn't notice him watching her back with a knowing smirk. He finished his reps, then walked over, leaning down to her ear and whispering, "Biwi, stop staring unless you're planning on having me right here on this bench press."
Anvi jolted slightly, blushing at his teasing. With a sly smile, she met his gaze and raised an eyebrow. "What if I want that?" she replied, catching him off guard. Before he could respond, she backed away, smirking.
"Huhhh, changed my mind," she added, heading over to the weights with a laugh.
Ranvijay watched as she positioned herself at the bar, adjusting her grip and beginning to lift. After a few reps, she suddenly felt his hands over hers, adjusting her hold gently but firmly. His warm breath brushed her neck, and she nearly dropped the weight as her heartbeat quickened.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Just teaching my wife how to lift weights correctly," he murmured, his lips hovering near her ear. "First, you need to spread your legs a bit more." His hands glided down to nudge her feet apart, his low voice practically a purr.
Anvi held back a shiver, resisting the butterflies in her stomach. She spread her legs slightly, trying to stay focused, but his closeness was undoing her. When he leaned in even closer, his lips brushing her neck, she nearly lost her composure.
"And now... bend over," he whispered with a grin.
"What?" she snapped, turning to look at him in disbelief, only to see his innocent expression.
"Bend over, Rani sa," he said innocently. "It'll help with the lift. What did you think I meant?" he asked, smirking at her flustered face.
As they finished their workout, Anvi did her best to ignore how he seemed to hover close to her, his every touch calculated to fluster her. By the end, she was certain he'd only joined her in the gym to tease her. Determined not to give him the satisfaction of winning their little game, she hurried off without so much as a glance back.
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Later that morning, Anvi helped with breakfast, carefully avoiding Ranvijay's gaze as they all sat down. Her face heated every time he cleared his throat or looked her way, which only made his grin grow wider.
"Bhabhi sa, why are you blushing so much?" Ansh asked suddenly, causing her to look up in surprise.
"Oh, it's... it's just the heat from the kitchen, I think!" she replied quickly, trying to play it cool. Ranvijay chuckled, clearing his throat dramatically, which only made her blush more.
"Rana sa, is there something wrong with your throat?" Anvi asked loudly, feigning concern. "Shall I make you a kadha? A nice, bitter drink might help clear it up!" she added with a mischievous glint in her eye, turning the tables on him.
Ranvijay's smirk faltered as he shot her a glare, which only made everyone at the table smile at their little exchange.
Once breakfast was done, Ranvijay made an announcement that caught everyone's attention.
"Anvi and I will be leaving for Bali for a few days. There's a business meeting I have to attend," he said. The elders nodded approvingly, but Ansh piped up, looking puzzled.
"But bhai sa, why are you taking Bhabhi sa with you? Can't she stay here?"
Ranvijay raised an eyebrow. "She's my wife, and she's coming with me. Besides, since when do you get to decide who travels with me?" he replied with a smirk.
Ansh rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. "Right, right... business meeting, sure. Just admit you're going on a honeymoon in the name of business," he said with a wink, making everyone laugh.
Ranvijay leaned in close to Anvi, his eyes warm. "I don't need an excuse to take my wife on a honeymoon, even if it's just for a few days," he said while pulling anvi more to him and making her cheeks turned pink as everyone hooted and laughed.
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That night, as they prepared to leave, Anvi found herself both nervous and excited. Bali with Ranvijay, even if it was partly for business, would be a welcome escape. As she packed her suitcase, she felt his arms circle her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Ready to leave with me, Rani sa?" he asked softly, brushing a kiss against her cheek.
"Only if you promise not to pull any tricks while I'm busy enjoying Bali," she replied, feigning seriousness.
Ranvijay chuckled, tightening his hold around her. "No promises," he whispered, "but I'll try to behave."
Smiling, she turned around to kiss him, their laughter filling the room as they fell into each other's arms, their journey to Bali already promising to be unforgettable
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