# 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...
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The terrace was on fire.
Not literally.
But emotionally?
FULL. BLOWN. WILDFIRE.
Vivaan was fuming, Shivaay was seconds away from turning into Sunny Deol, and Ishanvi was somewhere between wanting to disappear into a black hole and smacking her husband for being the absolute most.
Aayansh, on the other hand?
Unbothered.
Unbothered in that "main toh raja hoon bhai, mujhe sab allowed hai" energy.
["I am a king, brother, everything is allowed to me"]
Still lying there with one arm slung lazily around Ishanvi’s waist, hair a little messy, that smug post-sleep smirk on his lips, and zero regret in his eyes.
Vivaan folded his arms tightly, trying to keep calm, “What the hell are you doing here, Aayansh?”
Aayansh blinked, stretched his arms, and looked at them with the most shamelessly relaxed smile “Apni biwi ke saath sone. Aur kya?”
["Slept with my wife. What else?"]
“TUMHARE S*R PE KHUDI—” Shivaay launched, but Vivaan stopped him with a hand.
Vivaan glared harder, “You broke into our house? In the middle of the night? Through the balcony?”
Aayansh casually sat up, pulled Ishanvi closer to him like she was a plush toy, and replied with full sass and zero fear:
“Nahi break-in nahi tha... dil se bulawa tha. Meri biwi yahan thi, aur mujhe neend nahi aa rahi thi. Toh socha—chal jao. Aur haan, miss kar raha tha use, toh... aa gaya.”
["No, not a break-in... it was a call from the heart. My wife was here, I couldn’t sleep. So I thought—let me go. And yes, I was missing her… so I came."]
He shrugged like he just announced he was going for gobi paratha and not sneaking into his in-laws' house at midnight.
Ishanvi gasped, “Aayansh!”
He smirked, whispering in her ear, “Ab batao kya jadoo kiya hai tumne... tumhare bina neend hi nahi aati.”
["Now tell me what magic you've done... I can't sleep without you."]
Vivaan’s left eye twitched.
Shivaay cracked his knuckles.
“Tum bhaago Aayansh, warna is terrace pe hi tumhara vivaah antim sanskaar mein badal dunga.”
["Run, Aayansh. Or your marriage will turn into your last rites right here on this terrace."]
But Aayansh wasn’t scared. Nope.
He casually leaned back, one hand still around Ishanvi’s waist, other brushing her cheek with that same damn smugness.
“Kya karun... meri biwi fairy tale lagti hai, aur main uska prince hoon. Princess ke ghar aana toh hero ka farz hota hai, right?”
