"In the Rathore family, trust is a dangerous game."
The Rathore family, once rulers of a grand kingdom, now reigns as India's wealthiest business dynasty. Although the monarchy has faded, their influence and legacy remain intact.
What will happen wh...
Reyansh entered shortly after, his brows knitted in concern. "Are you okay? I know this isn’t the warm welcome you deserved."
Nainika smiled. "I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But as long as you’re with me, I can face anything."
He took her hands in his, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"And I promise I’ll always be with you, no matter what storms we have to weather." She leaned her head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Reyansh leaned in close to Nainika and whispered, "You might’ve won this round, but I won you and thats my biggest victory Doctor Sahiba."
Nainika smiled, her eyes twinkling adoring her Reyansh, her husband.
NAINIKA
Nainika woke slowly, the soft light of the early morning filtering through the sheer curtains of the room. She felt a warm presence beside her, and before even opening her eyes, she knew who it was. A contented smile curved her lips as she stretched lazily, the satin sheets brushing against her bare skin.
She slowly brushed her hand above her hand through the soft fur and realised that there was something actually someone above...
That was none other than her baby broccoli !!
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When she finally opened her eyes, she found Reyansh, her Ansh, already awake, his head propped up on one hand as he watched her with a heartwarming smile. His deep brown eyes were filled with a mixture of affection and amusement, and it was clear that he had been waiting for her to wake up.
"Good morning, Mrs. Reyansh Singh Rathore," he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
Nainika's heart skipped a beat at the sound of her new title. She still wasn’t used to it, it felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake up from. "Good morning, Mr. Reyansh Singh Rathore," she replied softly, her voice laced with the warmth of the moment.
Reyansh leaned down, his lips gently brushing against her forehead in a tender kiss. It was a simple gesture, yet it made her feel cherished beyond words. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. As he pulled back, she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, filled with love and something more—desire.
Their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss, a silent communication of their deep bond. Nainika’s fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Reyansh’s hand caressed her cheek, moving down to the curve of her neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
