RANGREZ MOHABBAT KE || 18+

|| CHAPTER 34 ||

Tension in the Air

The private jet hummed softly as it soared through the skies, the world below fading away into a blur of clouds and landscapes. Inside, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions. Ishani sat on the plush leather seat, her heart racing, not just from the flight but from the whirlwind of feelings that had been building inside her since their confrontation.

Maanveer, seated across from her, watched her intently. The silence between them was heavy, punctuated only by the soft hum of the jet engines. He could sense the turmoil within her, the uncertainty and doubt lingering in her eyes. They had made progress, yet she still had questions—questions that needed answers.

The Question of Trust

"I need to ask you something," Ishani finally broke the silence, her voice steady but her gaze unwavering.

"Anything," Maanveer replied, leaning forward, his expression serious.

"What's the guarantee that you won't leave me again?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The question hung in the air, charged with the weight of her heartbreak. Maanveer's heart sank at the raw vulnerability in her tone. He understood why she was asking—why the thought of losing him again frightened her.

"I can promise you that I will never leave you, Ishani. You have my word," he said earnestly, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for the truth in her eyes.

"Promises can be broken," she countered, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "I need more than just words. I need proof that you mean it."

A Bold Declaration

Maanveer felt a rush of determination wash over him. He needed to show her just how serious he was, how deeply he felt for her. "I'll prove it to you," he said, rising from his seat.

Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them. In one swift, fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms, cradling her against his chest in a bridal carry. Ishani gasped in surprise, her heart racing not just from the sudden movement but from the intensity of the moment.

"Maanveer!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as he carried her down the narrow aisle of the jet.

"Trust me," he said softly, his breath warm against her ear. "I want to show you just how much you mean to me."

A Private Sanctuary

He pushed open the door to the master suite at the back of the jet, a luxurious space adorned with soft lighting and elegant furnishings. Maanveer stepped inside, still holding Ishani effortlessly. The ambiance was intimate, the air filled with a sense of urgency and longing.

He gently placed her on the plush bed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to make you feel cherished, loved, and desired," he said, his voice deep and resonant.

Ishani's breath quickened at his words, her heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. She could see the determination in his eyes, the intensity of his feelings laid bare before her.

Building Anticipation

Maanveer leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin softly. "You're everything to me, Ishani. I want you to feel that."

"I do feel it," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I need to know it's real. I need you to prove it."

His gaze darkened with desire as he leaned in closer, capturing her lips in a slow, sensual kiss. It started gentle, a tender exploration that sent shivers down Ishani's spine. She melted against him, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, matching his urgency.