"You look beautiful tonight," he said, voice like warm smoke-soft, but thick with something deeper. "Just like I always pictured you.. right here, in my space. Where you belong." I shifted, a flicker of defiance flashing in my eyes. "Stay awa-" "Shh, baby." He cut me off with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not done yet." "I'll give you the world. Wrap it in silk, tie it with a bow, and lay it at your feet. All you have to do is stay." His fingers slid slowly up my thighs. "But you won't leave. You can't. This isn't a choice anymore. You belong to me, heart, body, and soul. Every inch of you is mine." He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine-barely touching, yet burning. "You're mine, Aria. Say it. Accept it. Breathe it. Whisper it, or just think it-I don't care. I'll hear it anyway."

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

I wrapped my hands around her waist, reaching for her kiss, but she stopped me. "Not so fast. Just look at me." I obeyed without hesitation. She moved slowly against my bulge, every motion deliberate enough to leave me breathless. "If you make any sound again," she murmured, her lips brushing my ear, "I will stop." I bit my lip immediately, trying to stay quiet, but a moan still escaped me. "Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head. "Sorry," I whispered. "Please don't stop." She smiled, her lips hovering just above mine. "I can feel how much you're enjoying this... your prince is up."