As the music box's final notes faded, Ekansh's eyes locked onto Samyuktika's, his gaze searching.
"You're the first person to truly listen," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "To understand why my mother's legacy means everything."
Samyuktika's heart swelled with compassion.
"I'll help you protect it," she promised. "Together, we'll ensure Nalini niwas continues to thrive."
Ekansh's face relaxed, a hint of a smile appearing.
"Thank you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Ekansh gestured toward the stairs.
"Let's go downstairs, Samyuktika. You must be exhausted."
Samyuktika nodded, her eyes drooping.
As they entered Ekansh's room, he began arranging pillows between them on the bed.
"I'll keep my distance," he said softly.
But Samyuktika's gaze sparkled with mischief.
"You don't need to do that, Ekansh," she said, her voice teasing. "At this rate, you're going to break that border line anyway."
Ekansh's hands paused, his eyes locking onto hers.
"Is that an invitation?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Samyuktika's cheeks flushed, but her gaze held his.
"Maybe," she whispered.
The air thickened with tension as Ekansh's eyes burned with desire.
Ekansh and Samyuktika settled into a comfortable silence, their bodies relaxing into the plush bed.
As the night wrapped around them, they surrendered to exhaustion.
Ekansh's arm instinctively wrapped around Samyuktika, pulling her close.
She nestled into his side, her head on his shoulder.
Their breathing synchronized, deepening into a peaceful slumber.
The pillows that once separated them now lay discarded, forgotten.
In the stillness of the night, they found an unexpected sense of belonging.
Their sleep was filled with dreams of a future untainted by Mahindra's manipulation.
Samyuktika's eyes fluttered open, focusing on the clock.
10:00 AM.
"Shit!" she muttered, bolting upright.
She tossed off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
But her urgency was met with an empty room.
Ekansh was nowhere to be seen.
Her gaze landed on a note on the bedside table.
"Had to leave early for a meeting," the scribbled message read. "Ekansh."
Samyuktika sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment.
Being a businessman's wife sucked, she thought.
No lazy mornings, no surprise breakfasts.
Just endless meetings and responsibilities.
She rose from bed, padding barefoot to the bathroom.
As she began her morning routine, her mind wandered to Ekansh.
What kind of meeting could be so important?
And when would he return?
Samyuktika finished her morning routine, wrapping herself in a stunning anarkali suit. Its intricate embroidery sparkled in the sunlight.
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His dark obsession
RomanceBook 1 of 'Obsessed Love' series Meet Ekansh Rai, India's most feared mafia king and number one businessman. His heart is forged in steel, fueled by hatred for his father, Mahindra Rai. Mahindra's infidelity destroyed Ekansh's family, driving his m...
