His sukoon : His junoon

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Fear gripped everyone's hearts as they trembled, seeing the dark eyes of their Rana Sa. Didn't that old man know that Rana Sa doesn't tolerate disrespect towards Rani Sa?

Rajveer wouldn't lie—his skin prickled, and goosebumps covered his entire body. His gaze automatically lowered. He gulped, closing his eyes to calm himself.

Rudransh turned his attention to one of the guards. "Who brought the parcel?"

The guard bowed, his voice stoic as he answered, "A delivery man, sir. We didn't notice anything suspicious."

Rudransh nodded and ordered, "Find that man."

Then, he turned to his father. "Take care of him. At his age, so much stress can lead to a heart attack."

Without waiting for a response, Rudransh turned around and took Isha's hand, leading her away. She stared at him, startled.

Around the corner, Ishaan was being held back by Vittoro, who was glaring daggers at Rajveer.

"Ishaan, calm down. Sir handled it, right? Now let go of your anger and stop glaring at the man," Vittoro said, his tone soothing.

Ishaan breathed heavily, like an angry bull, shaking his head. "Let me go, Vittorio! This Ahuja family is getting on my nerves."

Vittoro sighed, making a face. "You asked me to hold you back."

Ishaan cleared his throat and looked away. "S-so what? You want me to die at your boss's hands?"

Vittoro shook his head, pulling Ishaan away. "No, baby. It's just that you don't pay attention to me anymore. Give me a kissy."

He pouted his lips, and Ishaan, blushing furiously, looked away and swatted Vittorio's chest. "Shameless," he muttered.

Grinning, Vittoro pulled Ishaan into a nearby guest room, capturing his lips.

"It's been sixteen hours since I last kissed you," Vittoro murmured, continuing to devour his lips.

Ishaan closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him back. His thoughts drifted to the contrast between this playful Vittorio and the commanding one he had seen earlier, giving orders to the guards. It made Ishaan smile.

"What are you gonna do!?" Ishaan yelped as Vittoro pushed him onto the bed, hovering above him.

"Please let me," Vittoro pleaded. "Boss is going to put me to work again, and I won't be able to be close to you anytime soon."

As usual, Ishaan melted, letting Vittorio have his way.

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Meanwhile...

Isha looked up at Rudransh from beneath her lashes. Though his face appeared calm, she hesitated to speak.

"What?" he asked, noticing her gaze on him.

She quickly shook her head and looked down but glanced back up again. "Are we still going tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Nothing is pressing here at the moment, so there's no reason to delay further."

Nothing pressing? she thought. Does what just happened downstairs count as nothing important? Not that she would voice that thought.

She nodded and sat quietly. After a moment, she mustered the courage to ask, "What were you planning to do today?"

Without answering, he picked her up. She gasped as he laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her. Pulling her into his embrace, he snuggled closer.