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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I let out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the road as I sped towards home. That bastard who dared to threaten Mayura—my little hacker tracked him down faster than I could have imagined. I had to deal with him personally, make sure he regretted every word he said. But it took longer than I expected, and now, I was running late. I knew Jaana wouldn’t be happy about it.
Pulling into the driveway, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders. My heart raced as I thought of facing her, the image of her fuming expression already flashing in my mind. She had every right to be angry, and I needed to make it up to her.
The front door swung open before I could even make my way up the steps. There she stood—Mayura, arms crossed and her eyes blazing with anger. Her stance was firm, and her voice cut through the evening air like a sharp blade.
“Mr. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, where have you been?” she demanded, using my full name, which was never a good sign. My heart sank—she was truly upset.
Uh oh, I was in trouble.
I approached her cautiously, hands raised in surrender. “Jaana, I know, I’m sorry. But there was something important I had to take care of.”
Her eyes narrowed, filled with suspicion. “And what exactly was this ‘something’?”
I hesitated for a moment, knowing she wouldn’t like hearing what I was about to say. But I couldn’t lie to her. “It was the guy who threatened you, Jaana. I couldn’t let him get away with it.”
Her expression softened slightly, understanding flickering in her eyes. Still, her arms remained crossed, and her stance was unyielding. “Abhimaan, you didn’t need to do that.”
I shook my head, stepping closer. “Yes, I did. No one threatens you and walks away unscathed. Not when you're my wife.”
For a moment, her features softened completely, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I’m proud of you, Abhimaan. But next time, just come home to me, okay?”
I smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. “I promise, Jaana. I’ll always come back to you.”
I reached out, ready to pull her into my arms, but before I could close the distance, her hand shot up, stopping me in my tracks. Confusion hit me like a ton of bricks. What was going on now?
“What's wrong, Jaana?” I asked gently, my voice laced with concern.
" I'm still angry though.... ".
And with that, she turned on her heel and walked inside, heading straight to her room—not ours. I stood there for a moment, watching her retreat, feeling a mix of frustration and regretting settled deep in my chest.
“Jaana, please...” I called after her, but she didn’t even glance back.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair.I had to figure out how to make it right.
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Lying on the bed, I absentmindedly scrolled through my Instagram feed, a soft smile playing on my lips. I wasn’t really mad at Abhimaan, not truly. I just wanted to tease him, to see how far he’d go to make it up to me. After all, he deserved a little punishment for being late without even a call.
The door creaked open, and without knocking, Abhimaan walked right into my room. The audacity! I raised an eyebrow but refused to look up, keeping my attention fixed on my phone. Let him squirm a little more.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on me, waiting for a reaction. I didn’t budge, not giving him the satisfaction. Not yet.
In a weak attempt to break the tension, he reached out to tickle my feet. But one sharp glare from me, and he froze, retracting his hand. He sighed, clearly realizing he was still in hot water.
“Alright,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “How about after dinner, I read your favorite novel to you?”
My heart fluttered at the offer. He knew exactly how much I loved being read to, especially by him. How could I stay mad at him now? I peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, a small smile threatening to break free.
“Fine,” I finally said, pretending to remain aloof. “But you better keep your promise.”
Abhimaan’s face lit up with relief, a grin spreading across his lips. “I won’t forget, Jaana. I promise.”
I watched him as he scanned the bookshelf, his expression serious as he looked for the perfect book. It was almost comical, the way he stood there like a businessman calculating his next investment. I bit my lip, suppressing the giggle that threatened to escape.
Finally, his eyes landed on *Twisted Hate*, and a triumphant look crossed his face. He pulled it out with a flourish, holding it up as if he had just made the discovery of the century.
“Ah, perfect choice!” he declared, his voice filled with confidence.
That was it—I couldn’t hold back anymore. A snort of laughter slipped out, and I quickly covered my mouth. Abhimaan looked at me, startled at first, then broke into a smile of his own.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
I shook my head, still chuckling. “You look like you’re sealing a business deal, not picking out a bedtime story.”
He laughed softly, the tension between us melting away. “Hey, I’m just trying to make the best investment possible... in your heart.”
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Later, I snuggled up in Abhimaan’s lap, feeling warm and content as he started reading. But as the story progressed and we hit a particularly spicy scene, I could feel his whole body stiffen. His eyes widened, and a deep blush crept up his neck.
I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing. He looked scandalized, like an old man who had accidentally stumbled upon something far too inappropriate for his taste.
And then, out of nowhere, he snapped the book shut. “Alright, that’s enough for tonight,” he said, trying to sound authoritative.
“What?!” I protested, pouting playfully. “I’m not a kid! I can handle it.”
Abhimaan chuckled, pulling me closer and giving me a playful squeeze. “I know, I know. But it’s getting late.”
I nestled into him, my head resting on his chest. “Just a few more pages, please?” I begged, my voice laced with mischief.
He sighed dramatically, though I knew he was smiling. “Alright, but only a few more.”
As he resumed reading, I caught him muttering under his breath, “I married a whole dark romance library.”
I giggled at his words, nudging him with my elbow. It was clear he was both shocked and amused by my choice of novels. His playful exasperation was just another thing I adored about him.
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**Author’s Note:**
A cute little chapter again ! 🙈 Now don’t kill your author for this short and sweet scene 😜
