𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟖 : 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

POV - Author

It had been a month since Anvi and Ranvijay had returned from Bali. The past weeks had been nothing short of blissful for the couple, filled with playful banter, romantic nights, and stolen moments of intimacy. Anvi had rejoined her office, and to her surprise, Ranvijay had taken it upon himself to drop her off and pick her up every day. He justified it by saying that it was the only way to spend uninterrupted time with his wife since, at home, she was always too busy to pay him attention.

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Present Day

The young members of the family were gathered in the garden, enjoying a friendly game of cards. As always, Ranvijay sat nearby with his whole attention on his first wife (His laptop)

"Bhabhi sa, guess what? I just got this super cool new video game! Want to play? I'll teach you how," Ansh said, practically bouncing in excitement.

"Sure! But you don't have to teach me I already know how to play," Anvi replied, smiling. "Back at home, Aniket Bhai and I used to have gaming battles every weekend."

Her response left everyone in shock.

"Oooh, then Bhabhi sa is definitely going to win today!" Anika exclaimed as they all got up, eager to head to the gaming room.

Before leaving, Ranvijay looked up from his laptop, smirking mischievously. "Ansh, make sure you go easy on your Bhabhi sa. If she loses, she'll sulk and pout all day."

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Rathore?" Anvi asked, raising her eyebrows and placing her hands on her hips in mock anger.

"Exactly what you think, Mrs. Rathore," he replied, adjusting his specs, the gesture making him look irresistibly hot.

Anvi tried her best to maintain her angry expression, but his teasing gaze made it difficult. "You don't know anything, Rana sa. I'm a pro at gaming! I used to beat Bhai every single time." She flipped her hair confidently, earning chuckles from the younger siblings.

"Woh bechara probably let you win to spare his sister's feelings," Ranvijay quipped, his smirk deepening.

"Oh really? Then why don't we have a match, Mr. Rathore? Let's see who the real pro is," Anvi challenged, her competitive streak kicking in.

The siblings gasped in surprise at her boldness. Ranvijay stood up, gently setting his laptop aside, and adjusted his sleeves. "Fine, but what's the bet, Mrs. Rathore? If I win, what do I get?"

"If you win, I'll fulfill one of your wishes. And if I win, you'll have to fulfill one of mine," she replied confidently, folding her arms.

"Deal." Ranvijay's smirk widened as he moved closer, stopping just inches away from her. He leaned in and whispered, "Be ready to fulfill my wish tonight, Rani sa," leaving her momentarily stunned.

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As the gaming room was set up, Ansh declared, "I'm on Bhabhi sa's team!"

"Me too!" Anika and Abhishek chimed in, clearly abandoning their brother.

"Oh great," Ranvijay said, pretending to sulk. "Looks like I'm all alone now. No problem I'll still win."

The game began, and it was intense. Both Ranvijay and Anvi played fiercely, matching each other move for move. The siblings, who had never seen anyone give Ranvijay such tough competition, were awestruck.

But as the game progressed, Ranvijay's gaze drifted to Anvi. She was completely engrossed, her face lit up with determination, a radiant smile playing on her lips. Unable to bear the thought of ruining her moment, he deliberately slowed down, allowing her to win.