His sukoon : His junoon

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Isha waited outside the hospital for a few minutes before a sleek black car pulled up. A smile touched her lips as a man in a black suit stepped out, adjusting his jacket before walking toward her.

Leaning down, he pressed a brief kiss to her forehead before straightening up and opening the door for her.

She slid inside, and as expected, he reached over to fasten her seatbelt. Not that she couldn't do it herself, but it had become an unspoken rule ,Rudransh liked to stay close to her whenever he could, so he always took care of little things like this.

"You're late today," she remarked as he finished securing the buckle.

"Hmm." He hummed in response, his focus shifting to her. "Want me to apologize?"

She leaned back, shaking her head. "Not needed, it was just a minute."

He tilted his head slightly, then leaned in closer.

"But I want to," he murmured.

Isha glanced around, shifting in her seat. "There are people here, and they're looking." He didn't react he never did when it came to things like this. It only meant one thing.

"I want to," he repeated.

She pursed her lips, fake glaring at him. "Not here," she warned. "You always take too long."

Rudransh didn't move back. If anything, he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over her face. Isha swallowed, her fingers gripping the seatbelt as she tried to look anywhere but at him.

"Rudra" she warned, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" His deep hum sent a shiver down her spine.

"You always take too long," she mumbled, hoping he'd listen for once.

His lips curved into the faintest smirk. 

Before she could say anything else, his fingers tilted her chin up, locking her in place. His gaze dropped to her lips, dark and unreadable, before he finally closed the distance.

His lips met hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, pressing gently at first, as if savoring the moment. But when she sighed against him, her body unconsciously leaning in, his restraint snapped. One hand slid to her waist, fingers curling possessively while the other cradled her cheek, tilting her head just the way he wanted.

The kiss deepened, his lips moving over hers with intoxicating patience, drawing her in, making her forget they weren't alone. She felt the warmth of his body, the firmness of his hold strong, unyielding, completely hers.

A distant car honk pulled her back to reality, and she placed a weak hand on his chest, pushing slightly. "Rudra," she whispered breathlessly.

He finally pulled away, his lips lingering near hers as if reluctant to part. His thumb brushed her lower lip. "Sorry"

Isha's cheeks burned, her heart racing as she quickly turned her face away. "Just drive." His low chuckle rumbled through the car before he finally pulled back, starting the engine.

It had been five years since their marriage, and life had been quite happy for them. Isha had secured a job at a mental hospital four years ago, where she now held a strong reputation. She worked with patients suffering from severe mental disorders.

Rudransh, on the other hand, remained the same except he had grown even more romantic and shameless. Something Isha still struggled to handle. Every day, he flustered her just a little more than the day before and a little less than he would tomorrow.