𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a name that commands respect and fear in Rajasthan. He is the king of Rajasthan and the CEO of ASR Corp Ltd. Known for his absolute ruthlessness, peopl...
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Divit's eyes twinkled mischievously.
"By the way bhabhi sa,it was fun to make Abhi jealous yesterday at the reception party," he said with a smirk.
Paridhi's eyes widened in shock.
"It was you?" she asked, realization hit on her face.
Divit nodded, his grin growing wider.
"Of course! Why do you think your husband would let you dance with some unknown person?"
As the lights had been dim during the party, Paridhi hadn't been able to see the face of the man she danced with clearly.
She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as she remembered Abhimaan's intense gaze following her every move during that dance.
Divit leaned in, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"He would burn them alive who would dare to touch you."
Before Paridhi could respond, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, and she felt herself being pulled against a familiar, solid chest.
Abhimaan's deep voice rumbled above her head,
"Leave her, Divit. You've had your fun."
Divit stepped back, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
"Just having a friendly chat with my new bhabhi sa, Abhi. No need to get all possessive."
Abhimaan's eyes narrowed dangerously, but his voice remained calm as he addressed Paridhi.
"Let's go, Rani sa. Otherwise, these people will irritate you to the core," he said while pointing towards Divit and Vahika.
Vahika, never one to back down, got offended and said,
"Oh hello, mister! It's you who's irritating. Not me, and I don't know about this donkey," she added, pointing towards Divit.
Divit clutched his chest in mock hurt.
"And this donkey is your future husband, in case you forgot," he said while raising his imaginary collar.
Paridhi couldn't help but giggle at their antics. She felt Abhimaan's arm tighten around her waist, and she looked up to see a small smile playing on his lips.
"Where are we going?" Paridhi asked as Abhimaan began to lead her away from the bickering couple.
"To our chamber, of course," Abhimaan replied, his hand warm and steady on the small of her back.
"Hmm, okay," Paridhi murmured, allowing herself to be guided back into the room.
They reached their bedroom, and Abhimaan closed the door behind them with a soft click.
