# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
This chapter features a cameo appearance of the leads from the book "His Devil Butterfly" by rohi_wrts Their inclusion adds an interesting twist to the storyline and connects both narratives in a unique way. A
lso I'm not good is smut also guy's so ignore the grammatical mistake
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At night, everyone is waiting for Ishanvi and Aayansh but no one comes so they are forced to leave without them.
Warning the scene contain 18+ so skip if you're uncomfortable
Here Ishanvi stood under the warm shower, the droplets cascading down her bare skin, soothing her after the emotionally charged day. Her thoughts wandered to the way Aayansh had fiercely defended her. His voice, his words-so resolute and commanding-played in her mind.
"Patni hai voh meri... uska apmaan, yani Jaipur ke raja ka apmaan."
A faint smile crept onto her lips as she recalled the scene. For a man who declared this marriage as nothing more than a compromise, he sure acts differently when it comes to protecting me, she mused, her cheeks warming, though she wasn't sure if it was from the heat of the shower or the memory itself.
She tilted her head back, letting the water wash over her face as she smiled softly. Why do I keep getting pulled toward him, no matter how much I try to stay away?
Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open shattered her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open, and panic surged through her as she turned toward the noise.
"A-ap yahan kya kar rahe hain?" she stammered, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest to cover herself as she saw Aayansh standing in the doorway.
He didn't reply immediately, his intense gaze locked on her before he stepped inside, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness. His movements were unhurried, but there was a tension in the air that made her heart race.
"Kyu? Nahi aa sakta kya?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a hint of challenge. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Vaise bhi... biwi ho tum meri."
Her breath hitched, and she instinctively took a step back, her bare feet sliding slightly on the wet floor. "D-dekhiye, yeh galat hai... aap aisa nahi kar sakte," she said, her voice trembling, a mix of nervousness and defiance.
He smirked faintly, shrugging off his shirt and letting it drop to the floor. His chiseled torso came into view, glistening faintly under the bathroom's soft light. Taking another step toward her, he said, "Acha ji? Aur aisa karne se mujhe kaun rokega? Aap?"
