In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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The room was a whirlwind of noise and flashing lights, but my attention was locked on Mayura. She was descending the stairs with an air of confidence that sent a jolt of electricity through me. My heart raced as I took in the sight of her in that red dress—she was nothing short of spectacular.
I was in the midst of a serious business conversation, but the moment I saw Mayura, everything else faded into insignificance. The way her dress hugged her curves, the way she moved with effortless grace—it was as if she was designed to captivate, and captivate she did. I found myself choking on my drink, unable to look away from the mesmerizing vision before me.
The crowd around us fell into a hushed silence, their collective gaze fixed on Mayura. I could feel the pride swelling within me, a deep, possessive pride that she was mine. I was caught between wanting to shout out my admiration and wanting to keep her all to myself. The room’s quiet anticipation seemed to stretch on forever, but when I finally found my voice, it came out in a husky whisper.
“Jaana,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “You look... breathtaking.”
As the crowd resumed their conversations and the music started again, my focus remained solely on Mayura. Every other guest, every other conversation, became irrelevant. I was consumed by the need to be near her, to hold her, to remind myself that she was mine.
I slid my hands around her waist, pulling her close. Her proximity sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the playful mischief in her touch. “dear husband,” she whispered back, her voice dripping with sensuality. “Never underestimate Mayura again.”
A growl escaped me, filled with raw possessiveness. I leaned in, letting my lips graze her ear as I spoke, my breath hot against her skin. “You’re right, my love,” I murmured, my voice low and dark. “I won’t make that mistake again. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”
I was done with the party, done with everything else. All I wanted was to escape with Mayura, to have her to myself. I led her through the crowd, my hand firmly gripping her waist as we made our way to a secluded door guarded by burly men. They acknowledged me with a nod as I opened the door, revealing the luxurious VIP room beyond.
“Welcome to my domain,” I said, my eyes locked on hers as she took in the plush furnishings and the champagne chilling in a bucket. I closed the door behind us, letting the muffled sounds of the party fade away.
I pulled her close, my fingers tracing the delicate curves of her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her moan vibrated against my mouth, her hands gripping my arms, nails digging in. The intensity of our kiss made the world outside seem like a distant memory.
Our kiss deepened, my tongue tracing the contours of her mouth. Mayura arched into me, her lips parting as I claimed her completely. The room, the music, the party—they all vanished, leaving only the two of us lost in our passion.
When we finally broke apart for air, I gazed into her eyes, my chest heaving with desire. “You’re mine, Mayura,” I growled, my voice raw with emotion.
Mayura’s eyes sparkled with excitement and a hint of defiance as I bit down gently on her neck, marking her with the evidence of our passion. She protested, her voice a sultry whisper. “Abhimaan, stop... it will be visible... I didn’t bring any makeup...”
Her protest only spurred me on. I chuckled, my breath hot against her skin. “That’s the point, my Jaana,” I whispered. “I want to mark you as mine. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”
Mayura’s eyes flashed with a mix of excitement and frustration, but she couldn’t completely hide her thrill. “You’re impossible, Abhimaan,” she murmured, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I bit her neck again, my teeth sinking deeper, eliciting another gasp from her. I claimed her mouth once more, our kiss fierce and unrestrained. The world outside was a distant echo, the only reality was the intense connection we shared.
As we broke apart, gasping for breath, I took in her flushed face, the evidence of our passion so clear. I sat on the plush sofa, my legs spread wide, embodying the king I was. Mayura stood before me, her eyes meeting ours in the mirror. The hickeys on her neck and chest were visible, a testament to our wild night.
I couldn’t help but revel in the sight of my marks on her, a display of my possessiveness. Mayura’s eyes, reflecting a mix of desire and frustration, met mine through the mirror. I beckoned her to me, and she walked towards me, her hips swaying with each step.
I pulled her onto my lap, my arms encircling her. “You’re mine, Mayura,” I whispered into her ear, my voice filled with possessive intensity. “And I’ll make sure everyone knows it.”
Mayura’s eyes flashed with a blend of anger and desire, but she knew she belonged to me. “I don’t want everyone to see,” she protested.
“I don’t care,” I said, my lips tracing the hickeys on her neck. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”
My lips continued their gentle assault, tracing and exploring the sensitive marks on her neck. Mayura’s body arched into mine, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Our passion was all-consuming, and the world outside ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in each other.
Eventually, I laid her down on the plush bed, her body still warm from our encounter. I took a moment to admire her, the flush of satisfaction on her skin, the softness of her features. I wrapped my coat around her, ensuring she was comfortable. The sight of her sleeping peacefully, her trust in me evident, filled me with a profound sense of pride.
I carried her out of the VIP room and through the grand palace. The transition from the dim club to the opulent palace was stark, and I felt a sense of anticipation about how she would react to her new surroundings.
Rajeev, my trusted assistant, was waiting by the car. “Everything went smoothly, sir,” he said quietly. “The party’s winding down.”
I acknowledged him, my attention entirely on Mayura. “Thanks, Rajeev. You’ll get a bonus this month.”
As we slid into the car, Mayura’s head resting on my shoulder, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of possession and satisfaction. The palace was waiting, and so was a surprise for Mayura that I was eager to unveil.
As the car glided through the night, Mayura stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at me with confusion and surprise as she took in the grandeur of the palace.
“Where are we?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.
I couldn’t contain my smile. “My parents’ palace,” I replied. “And we’re getting married again, Jaana.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I could see the shock and excitement in her expression. I grinned wider, knowing that tonight would be unforgettable.
