Krishna Gupta Vardhan (27) was the epitome of Coldness and fear. The King of Rajasthan. He also had another identity ~ Devil , King of the world's greatest Mafia. No one dares to cross him. But the Devil found his Angel. Will he be able to protect...
After reaching home, we went directly to our room, she went inside the bathroom, after ten minutes she came out in a worn jeans and black tank top. I changed into a snug pair of worn jeans and a black sweater.
"You are so beautiful, Rose." I told her.
"Thanks." She answered shyly.
When she walk past me, I gently take hold of her arm.
"Rose." I said softly, my voice pleading.
"I am sorry, I was a jerk to you that day." I told her, kissing her on the cheek.
"Why do you call me Rose?" She asked me.
"Your fragrance." I replied.
"So, you didn't marry me for your Dada?" She asked me.
"No." I shakes my head. "You are mine, I have known it since the moment I laid my eyes on you back in Delhi." I told her.
"True?" She asked me, wanting more assurance. I just nodded my head in positive.
"Can you give a chance to me? For our marriage?" I asked her, afraid that she might reject me.
"I wanted to have a normal marriage. You won't hide anything from me again, right? You won't leave me, right?" Fear dripping from her voice.
"I won't, I promise, I will tell you everything." I told her, and she hugged me.
She hugged me for the first time and it feels like heaven.
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"How about I take you on a date? Tomorrow?" I asked her.
Her eyes glowed in happiness.
"So, Mrs. Radha Krishna Gupta Vardhan will you do the honour of going on a date with me?" I asked her.
"Yes." She replied happily.
Radha's PoV
Krishna opens the door for me as we walk into the restaurant. This is our first official date, and I'm a little nervous. I play with the charm on my handbag, twisting it around my fingers. We sit in a booth, side by side.
"I'm pretty sure you're meant to sit opposite me," I say, grinning.
"Then I can't touch you, so it doesn't work for me." He told me shamelessly.
"Who are you and what have you done with my Krishna?" I joke, nudging him with my elbow.
"It's me." He whispers into my ear, and proceeds to bury his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder. A shiver of pleasure takes over my body.
"Krishna!" I chastise, looking around to see if anyone is watching.
"So innocent," he croons, looking pleased. I realise that this is Krishan with his guard down. He is letting me see him, without all the shields he usually has in place. The thought makes me feel lucky, that he chose to share this side of himself with me.
"What are we eating?" I ask as I look over the menu. We both order our meals when the waitress arrived.
"Does it bother you that I am older than you?" He asks once our drinks arrive.
"Does it bother you that I am younger than you?" I return.
