VAANI - His Deadliest Desire

CHAPTER 16

I LOVE WRITING THIS BOOK.. It's so fun because of VANI 🤣🤣

The golden morning sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting a warm glow over the living room. Vani, dressed in an oversized white shirt and a pair of shorts, her hair tied up in a messy bun, moved around her house with ease. She had completely fallen into her daily routine—making herself a cup of coffee, tidying up the scattered books on the couch, checking her phone.

For a brief moment, she had almost forgotten that a certain uninvited guest was still in her house.

Rudra, however, had not forgotten anything.

As he stepped out of the guest room, still stretching his arms lazily, his gaze landed on her, and for the first time that morning, he forgot to breathe.

She wasn't dressed in one of those elaborate lehengas or traditional suits that he was used to seeing her in.

No, this was different. She was unguarded, her face bare of any makeup, her skin glowing under the soft sunlight. The way she moved—effortless, completely unaware of his presence—made something dark coil in his chest.

She looked... real. Raw. Mesmerizing. And it made him want to lose every bit of control he prided himself on.

He leaned against the doorway, watching her. There was a lazy smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes—they were dark, intense, consuming. "Good morning, my love," he drawled, his voice thick with something unreadable.

Vani jumped slightly, her fingers tightening around her coffee mug. "God, Rudra!" she huffed, turning around sharply. "What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you announce your presence like a normal person instead of standing there like a creep?"

He chuckled, stepping closer. "You were lost in your own world," he mused. "Didn't want to ruin the moment. It was a... nice view." His eyes shamelessly trailed over her figure, making her scowl.

Vani crossed her arms over her chest, shifting on her feet. "If you're done ogling, you can leave now."

Rudra grinned. "Not before breakfast."

She narrowed her eyes. "Make it yourself."

"Fine then, I am not leaving" he said, teasing but with an undertone of possession as he plopped on the couch.

Vani looked at him irritated and took a deep breath before moving to the kitchen. She didn't want to ruin her morning.

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Vani sighed as she stood in the kitchen, staring at the eggs sizzling in the pan. Why am I even doing this?

The answer stood right behind her, lounging against the counter with a satisfied smirk, watching her every move like a predator watching its prey.

Rudra Singh Rathore, the man who made her life a living hell, the man who had forced himself into her world, now had her cooking breakfast for him.

"Are you going to just stand there like a creep or actually help?" she snapped without looking at him.

Rudra chuckled, crossing his arms. "No, I want to enjoy the view."

Vani clenched her jaw. "I swear to God, Rudra—"

"Careful, sweetheart," he interrupted smoothly. "If you curse too much in the morning, your entire day gets ruined. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

She took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to throw a frying pan at his head. It's just breakfast. Just feed the man and get rid of him.

"You better appreciate this," she muttered under her breath, placing a plate in front of him. "Because this is the first and last time I'm doing this for you."