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IVAAN SINGH RAGHUVANSHI ADHIRA ARORA
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Ivaan's groggy eyes flickered open as the shrill ringtone of his phone pierced the silence of the night. He lay still for a moment, taking in the peaceful scene before him - Adhira's gentle snores, her arm draped over his torso, and her other arm protectively wrapped around the little one, who slept soundly between them.
As the phone continued to ring, Ivaan let out a deep sigh and slowly extended his arm to grab the phone from the nightstand. He squinted at the caller ID, his brow furrowing in annoyance as he saw Manyata's name flashing on the screen. "What's so urgent that she needs to call me at 3:30 in the morning when we're living under the same roof?" he muttered to himself.
Before he could even greet Manyata, her panicked voice cut through the line, "Ivaan, please come to the terrace right now." Her words were laced with urgency, and Ivaan's frown deepened as he tried to respond, but the call abruptly ended. He stared at the phone screen, disbelief etched on his face.
The sudden silence was broken by Adhira's gentle query, "What happened, Ivaan?" Her sleepy voice drew his attention, and he shifted closer to her, softly pressing his lips to her forehead. As he did, her eyes fluttered closed, and a small, serene smile whispered onto her lips.
"Nothing to worry about, I'll be right back, Manyata called me and asked me to meet her on the terrace, Ivaan told Adhira", his hand gently cradling the nape of her neck as he pressed their foreheads together.
Adhira's eyes fluttered open, and she nodded, her hand covering his, which still lingered on the back of her neck.
"Then go fast; she's waiting for you", Adhira urged him, but Ivaan simply hummed in response, a sly grin spreading across his lips.
"Before that, let me just take my quick, early good morning kiss from my woman", he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Adhira's eyes widened in surprise, and she playfully slapped his bare chest, saying, "Kuch bhi, now go".
Ivaan shook his head, denying the dismissal, and leaned in to claim her plump lips with his rough ones. Adhira's eyes closed in anticipation, waiting for their lips to meet, but they flew open when she felt a small, soft hand cover her lips.
"Dhira ishhh minee", Deekshanth exclaimed, his tiny hand protecting Adhira's lips from his uncle's advances. Adhira burst out laughing, and gently removed Deekshanth's hand, showering his face with kisses. "Aww my baby, of course I am yours", she cooed.
Deekshanth giggled, his small hands holding her face, begging her to stop. Ivaan rolled his eyes, chuckling at the scene, before grasping Adhira's neck and pulling her close, his eyes burning with intensity.
Adhira's eyes widened in shock as Ivaan's lips crashed down on hers without warning. The rough, possessive kiss sent a jolt through her, and she felt a tiny sting as his teeth grazed her lower lip, drawing a bead of blood. Before she could process what was happening, he pulled back, covering his nephew's eyes with a hand, as if shielding him from the intensity of the moment.
