His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha found Vittoro talking to Rudransh about something, so she was hesitant to go there.

"Come here," Rudransh said without even looking back, and Isha thought he was calling someone else. She turned to go, thinking she'll come another time, but he turned back and approached her.

Vittoro followed behind and stood a bit away from them.

"You need anything?" Rudransh asked. She nodded but looked towards Vittoro. She joined her hands together. Vittoro bowed his head at the same instant and shook his head to tell her not to do that.

"Thanks for saving my friend." Rudransh wanted to tell her that she did not need to do that but stopped himself. Isha had every right to express herself, and he also knew his men understood how their queen was and how they should treat her.

"I would protect him with my life," Vittoro said calmly. Isha smiled, and she suddenly had the thought to tease him, and without her permission, it slipped out.

"More than your boss?" She instantly bit her lips and looked at Rudransh, who seemed a little lost. She mouthed "sorry" at Vittoro, who looked at her taken aback by her question.

"Sorry." She got a little nervous when Rudransh still didn't give her any reaction. He dismissed Vittoro and held her hand, starting to take her upstairs.

She felt nervous, thinking she had offended him in some way, and fear began to creep inside her. Rudransh opened the door to their room and made her sit on the bed. She stood up to apologize again, but he made her sit down once more and gave her a stern gaze, making her stay seated on the bed.

He went to a drawer and brought something out. He sat down near her leg, causing her to gasp, and she tried to get up again, but he held her waist and made her sit back down. She stiffened when she felt his hand on her bare waist. He leaned closer to her face.

"Sit." She gulped and nodded, and he sat back again. He held her leg and placed it on his thighs. A silver shining anklet was put on her ankle by him, and he caressed the ankle after closing the hook.

She looked at the anklet, instantly falling in love with it, and in her curiosity, she kept looking at it without realizing when he made her wear both of them.

"You took everyone's gift but not mine and went away with him." She looked at him and found him looking at her almost like a kicked puppy.

"Huh—ah—that—Ahem. That was because you didn't bring anything with you, and when Ma asked you, you said you didn't have any." She explained, and he absentmindedly nodded. But he didn't look like he was done.

He took her hand and traced the pattern of the mehndi.

"They are so dark," he spoke, and she nodded.

"Isn't there a ceremony where the groom has to find his name in the bride's mehndi?" he asked, furrowing his brow a bit, and she looked at him. First of all, he is asking that? And the second thing is his big form sitting on the floor clad in a suit, covering her whole frame with his wide shoulder and chest, looks ....... intimidating.

"They were scared to ask you and thought you would probably deny it, irritated by so many ceremonies, so they didn't ask," she explained again, and his furrowed brows deepened.

"I wouldn't." She thought about what happened to him, and he still didn't look done.

"Is there anything else?" she asked after five minutes of silence.