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She felt a shiver run down her spine as his hand remained on her butt, his body warm against hers. She tried to hold back a smile, but his words sent a jolt of desire through her. "Oh, I- I won't be running anywhere," she replied, her voice surprisingly steady considering the effect he was having on her.
He chuckled at her words, his hand giving her butt a gentle squeeze. "Good," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Because I have plenty more lessons in store for you, my disobedient Rani-sa."
She playfully poked his chest with her finger, a mock-serious expression on her face. "You're shameless," she said, her voice filled with affectionate teasing. "Absolutely shameless."
He grabbed her wrist, holding her hand against his chest. He chuckled at her words, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "But you know you love it."
She tried to hide her smile, her heart rate quickening at his touch. "Maybe a little," she admitted, her voice a whisper. "But don't let it get to your head, yuvraj"
His smile widened at her confession, his grip on her wrist tightening. "Oh, it's already gotten to my head," he teased, pulling her closer to him. "You have no idea how much I enjoy your little challenges and your pouty attitude. It drives me crazy, titli."
She laughed softly, her body now flush against his. She could feel the warmth radiating off his body, the firmness of his muscles, and the rapid beating of his heart. "Do I really drive you that crazy?" she teased, her voice a bit breathless.
He laughed at her question, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her even closer against him. "Oh, you have no idea," he said, his voice growing huskier. "You drive me absolutely crazy. And yes, I wouldn't be surprised if your legs started aching soon, considering all the running away you've been doing tonight."
She let out a mock-sigh, her voice feigning exhaustion. "Well, it's not my fault you keep chasing after me," she replied, a playful smile on her lips. "And I'm sure you'll have no problem carrying me when my legs stop working, hmm?"
He chuckled softly, his hands roaming over her hips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on her body. "Oh, I have no problem with that at all," he said, his voice a low rumble. "In fact, I quite enjoy the idea of you in my arms, unable to walk."
She responded with a mix of resignation and amusement, exclaiming,"hai shiv mere pati mujhe vikalaang karna chahte hain"
(Oh Shiva! My husband, it seems you wish to make me disabled!)
He chuckled at her cheeky response, the sound deep and seductive. "Oh, don't worry, titli," he murmured, his hand continuing to wander along her thigh. "I have no intention of making you permanently unable to walk. Just temporarily immobile, enough to teach you a lesson."
