hearty_wrts
- The Haveli
She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom.
She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows.
She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her.
"Vikram," she breathed out.
He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek.
"Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?"
Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light.
"Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected.
Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin.
"Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership.
"Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension.
"Shh."
And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to.
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But fires like this don't start in a single day.
It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle.