Jahanvi - Dev's commoner queen [Completed✓]

47 ~ The beautiful night

Married life would be treating me this way I hadn't realized it ever. Ever. I've no regrets right now, except one. My father. It hurt me so much when he wasn't present during our wedding rituals. I mean, he had so many plans regarding my marriage.

The initial month after my father's death, I didn't know what I actually felt. I just knew I didn't want to talk with anyone. With any.one. Not even Devansh. We used to talk, but not in a good way. Just basics. Time passed, tears dried, everyone busied themselves with the wedding preparations, but that void never filled. And it will never. I know.

Maa-sa was already engulfed in her own grief, Priyanjali used to remain sad too and honestly she had a life, I couldn't just be sad infront of her twenty-four seven when all her life she had just faced sadness.

My only support during that tough time — in which I was in guilt that my father died because of my love for Devansh — was HIM. He spent most the time with me, talking with me, lightening my mood up, narrating books to me. How can I not love this man when he loved me when I didn't love myself? How can I not trust this man who trusted in our relationship when I demeaned it?

If the saddest thing that ever happened to me was my father's death, my happiest moment definitely was when he whispered in my ear after tying nuptial chain around my neck, "Finally mine, Mrs. Devansh Shourya Singh."

I cannot just stop myself from loving him so fucking much. Right now, I'm waiting for him in my room because he is out for a round around the palace along with one his men who probably handles everything in the palace. I laid down on the bed in my silk nightgown, and was reading a book.

After some twenty minutes of waiting for my husband, he walked in and locked the door behind him. His eyes moved to me and his lips curved into a smile. “Still awake?”

I nodded, “How could I have slept without you?”

He walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. Slowly, he took the book from my hands and placed it aside on the nightstand. "I'm sorry, love..I had to go...," he apologized softly, his fingers gently caressing my face. I smiled. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "But now, I'm all yours."

I can't describe how good it felt when he said he is all mine. Still, "All mine, huh?" I murmured with a playful smirk. I traced a finger down his chest, teasingly.

His pupils dilated when he caught my meaning. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. "Entirely at your mercy," his voice was a low rumble. He leaned back, his arms folded beneath his head, watching me with heated eyes.

I took the opportunity to admire his sculpted physique, barely concealed by his shirt. My strength faltered under his intense gaze. I bit my lower lip, suddenly feeling shy.

He reached out, pulling me closer. "Look at me," he murmured gently. When my eyes met his, he smiled reassuringly. "There's nothing to be shy about, Jahanvi. It's just us and we're married."