𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧

17⚚ Deep down

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Viraj chuckled, hugging her just as tightly, swaying gently as he held her. For a moment, the world disappeared. It was just him and his Vixen, wrapped in each other's warmth.

Vencie POV:

After some time, Viraj tried to shift, intending to get up, but Amaira groaned, holding him tighter.

He chuckled softly, brushing her hair. "Won't you cut the cake, Vixen?"

"I wanna stay like this," she mumbled against his chest, her voice muffled but firm, tightening her grip on him like he might disappear.

"Baby," he coaxed, his tone gentle yet playful, "I baked the cake with my own hands."

She smirked without lifting her head. "Then I have one more reason not to cut it. I don't trust your cooking, Raj."

Viraj gasped, feigning disbelief, placing a hand dramatically on her. "Fine, don't get up. But don't even think about getting another star for your jar."

That made Amaira freeze. Quickly pulling away from his chest, she looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, pouting. "I'm sorryyyyy, Raj! Won't you give me my star? Pleaseeeee?"

Viraj rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling. He suddenly lifted her by the thighs, making her squeal.

"Where are we going?" she asked, flailing slightly, only to have him tighten his grip and lean down to whisper in her ear, "Take the cake, Vixen."

Amaira grabbed the cake in her hands, her heart racing as he carried her downstairs like it was the most natural thing in the world. When they reached the glasshouse, Viraj opened the door, and Amaira froze.

Fairy lights twinkled all around, their soft glow casting a dreamy, magical atmosphere across the space. Her mouth fell open as she squirmed in his hold, urging him to let her down.

He gently placed her on her feet, and she immediately darted into the room, spinning around and taking in every detail.

"Oh my God, Vijulu! This is so beautiful!" she laughed, her eyes glimmering with joy as she ran around, touching the lights and decorations.

Viraj leaned casually against the doorframe, his eyes locked on her with a softness he rarely let anyone see. "So beautiful," he murmured, though he wasn't talking about the decorations.

Amaira caught his gaze and giggled, then turned her attention back to the cake. Setting it on the center table, she waved him over.

"Come on, let's taste your world-famous cake," she teased, smirking at him.

Viraj walked over with a mock frown. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor, Princess. You better enjoy it."

"Enjoy it? I'm risking my life eating your cake. Let me call the palace doctor first, just in case," she retorted, sticking her tongue out.

Viraj rolled his eyes, pulling out a lighter and igniting the candle. "You're lucky I have a soft spot for brat like you. Otherwise, I'd have let you starve tonight."

"You call me a brat, yet here you are setting up fairy lights like a whole romantic hero," she shot back, giggling.

Viraj groaned dramatically. "I should've just stayed in the guards' quarters. I swear I would have been happier there."

"Liar," she quipped, leaning closer.

Viraj just smirked, not bothering to deny it. "Make your wish, Vixen."

Amaira closed her eyes, holding her hands over the knife. In her heart, she whispered, I don't ever want to lose this man in my life, God, please.