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The evening sun cast a warm, amber glow through the tall arched windows of the singhania mansion.

The atmosphere was a mix of sacred anticipation and playful energy In the center of the grand living room, the elders were seated around the coffee table.

Pandit ji, with his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, was carefully scanning the ancient Vedic calendar and planetary charts to find the perfect Mahurat (auspicious time) for shivansh and shivi’s wedding.

Near the grand mahogany staircase, away from the elders, stood the three brothers rudra was leaning against the railing, looking every bit the composed patriarch, while ruhaan and shivansh stood beside him.

Shivansh, however, was hardly present in the conversation his eyes were glued to pndit ji’s movements, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh he looked like a man waiting for a life-changing verdict.

Ruhaan, never one to miss a chance for mischief, nudged rudra with his elbow and pointed at their brother with a wicked grin.

" Do you see this, rudra bhai? " he whispered, his voice dripping with amusement " Look at the sheer desperation on his face! I bet he’s mentally chanting mantras right now, praying to every god in the universe that pandit ji says the wedding should happen tonight instead of next week "

Rudra let out a short, dry chuckle, his eyes fixed on shivansh " He does look like he’s about to hyperventilate if that calendar doesn't cooperate "

" Exactly! " Ruhaan teased louder, making sure shivansh could hear him " Our brave shivansh bhai, who can face a room full of enemies without blinking, is currently being defeated by a leaf of a calendar relax, brother! Shivi bhabhii isn't running away, though looking at your face right now, she might consider it! "

" Shut up, ruhaan " shivansh muttered, his face turning a distinct shade of red " I’m just... making sure everything is perfect It’s a big responsibility "

" Responsibility? Is that what we’re calling 'dying to get married' these days? " ruhaan laughed, throwing his arm around shivansh’s stiff shoulders.

Just then, a soft rustle of silk and the rhythmic clink of anklets echoed from the floor above all three brothers looked up as kritika and ayesha descended the stairs.

They looked refreshed and elegant, their presence instantly brightening the hallway.

Ayesha, having overheard the last bit of the conversation, didn't stay silent for a second she glided over to the trio, her eyes dancing with mischief as she looked at her brother-in-law.

" Oh, so we’re discussing the groom’s patience—or the lack of it? " she chimed in, leaning against the banister " I must say, shivansh, I’ve seen people excited for their weddings, but you look like you’re ready to kidnap the pandit ji and make him sign the papers right now "

Kritika walked up to rudra’s side, a soft, teasing smile playing on her lips " Don't tease him too much, ayesha poor shivansh is just worried though " she turned to shivansh, her voice dropping into a playful whisper " Shivi did mention earlier that she’s in no hurry she thinks a long engagement might be romantic "

Shivansh’s eyes widened in horror " She said what? A long engagement? But... the preparations are already..."

He stopped when he heard the synchronized laughter of his brothers and sisters-in-law he realized he had been played.

" You guys are the worst " he grumbled, looking both irritated and deeply shy as he tried to adjust his collar " I'm going to go sit with maa at least she won't treat my life like a comedy show "

" Don't run away, Groom-to-be! " Ruhaan called out after him as shivansh marched toward the living room " We haven't even started talking about the bachelor party yet! "

Rudra watched his brothers, a sense of genuine peace washing over him he felt kritika’s hand slip into his, her fingers interlacing with his own.

The mansion, once a place of cold power struggles, was now overflowing with the warmth of a family that finally knew how to love.

The lighthearted teasing was suddenly cut short by a loud, authoritative clearing of a throat.

Everyone turned their heads toward the center of the hall pandit ji had closed his ancient book with a heavy thud, his expression grave yet satisfied.

" Dhruv ji, nitya ji " Pandit ji spoke, his voice echoing through the silent mansion " The stars have aligned in a way I haven't seen in decades but there is a catch If this wedding is to bring the prosperity and union the heavens promise, it must happen in exactly five days "

The room went deathly silent.

" five days?! " Shivansh blurted out, his voice cracking between sheer joy and absolute panic.

" five days! " Nitya ji gasped, her mind already racing through a thousand checklists " Pandit ji, that’s impossible! The catering, the guest list, the decor—how can we manage the singhania wedding in five days? "

" The stars wait for no one, devi ji " pandit ji replied calmly, gathering his things " Next thursday is the date after that, there isn't another auspicious window for two whole years " he said and left.

The moment pandit ji left, the mansion erupted into a frantic scramble.

Ruhaan let out a long whistle, looking at shivansh " Well, brother, looks like god heard your prayers and decided to give you a heart attack as a bonus five days? That’s not a wedding, that’s a military operation! "

Ayesha clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with excitement " five days! Oh my god, the shopping! The outfits kriti, we need to call the designers now we have to make shivi look like a goddess in record time! "

Kritika, ever the organized one, was already pulling out her phone " I'll handle the event planners and the floral arrangements ayesha, you take the jewelry and the guest invitations. We can do this "

Amidst the chaos, rudra stood tall, his calm presence acting as the anchor for the storm he looked at his brothers, his eyes sharp " ok then advik, handle the security and the logistics for the international guests "

Shivansh stood in the middle of it all, looking dazed one minute he was being teased for being impatient and the next, his life was moving at warp speed.

" Wait " he called out, stopping the flurry of movement for a second " Does... does someone want to tell shivi ji? Or should I just pick her up in a palanquin next thursday? "

Ruhaan laughed, slapping him on the back " Go call your bride, romeo! Tell her to start packing you’ve got five days of freedom left—use them wisely! "

As the family scattered in different directions—phones ringing, laptops opening and servants rushing—the singhania mansion transformed from a home into a war room of love.

The clock was ticking and the greatest wedding of the year was now a race against time.

Nitya ji, seeing the sheer chaos unfolding in front of her, raised her hands and laughed, trying to calm everyone down.

" Wait! Stop, everyone! " she called out, her voice filled with maternal warmth " there is no need to rush like this right now we have five days, but before we start booking the entire city, let me at least inform shivani ji! We need to make sure the bride’s family is ready for this whirlwind too "

As the family slowed down for a moment, ayansh and advik walked into the hall, coming from the direction of the study they were carrying some files, looking like they had just finished a serious business meeting, but they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the scene.

The living room looked like a beehive everyone was standing, gesturing wildly and talking at the same time.

Ayansh stepped forward, his brow arched in deep confusion he looked at the frantic faces and then at his brothers.

" What on earth happened here? Why is everyone jumping around like they’ve won the lottery? "

Ruhaan, unable to contain his excitement, practically bounced over to them " Forget the lottery bhai! Pandit ji was here to find the wedding dates for shivansh bhai and guess what? The 'big day' is next Thursday! "

The news hit the room again and a slow, identical smirk spread across both ayansh and advik’s faces.

They turned their heads in unison to look at shivansh, who was standing there looking both thrilled and slightly terrified.

Ayansh let out a dry, amused chuckle, shaking his head as he looked at his younger brother " Well, Shivansh... I guess the path to your 'ruin' is coming much faster than we expected "

" Exactly " Advik added, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms over his chest " Usually, people have months to prepare for the end of their freedom, but you? You only have seven days left to breathe as a free man enjoy it while it lasts "

" I'm not being ruined! " Shivansh defended himself, though his blush was betraying him " I'm finally getting married to shivi ji why are you guys acting like I'm going to jail? "

" Because, little brother " Advik said, patting him on the shoulder with mock sympathy " Marriage is a very beautiful, very expensive and very permanent kind of 'jail' And clearly, you’ve been given an express ticket "

Rudra, who was watching the brotherhood from the side, finally spoke up, his voice calm but filled with authority " Enough teasing guys we have five days to make this the grandest wedding the singhanias have ever seen advik, ayansh bhai—drop the files we have real work to do now "

A collective nod followed his words as everyone turned back to their stations focusing on the duties they were given.

                                *

While the singhania mansion was a whirlwind of activity, the atmosphere at shivi’s house was the complete opposite—it was a picture of serene, domestic warmth.

In the cozy, sun-drenched living room, the TV was humming in the background, but no one was really paying attention to the movie.

Shivi was curled up on the sofa, her head resting comfortably in her father’s lap, looking like the pampered princess she had always been.

Harshit ji was slowly running his hand through her hair, his eyes filled with a soft, paternal ache as he realized his little girl wouldn't be under this roof much longer.

" You know, shivi " Harshit ji said suddenly, a mischievous glint entering his eyes as he tugged lightly on one of her curls " I was thinking... once you move to that massive singhania mansion, you’ll probably forget how to make your own tea you’ll become so 'high-society' that you won't even recognize your poor old father when I come to visit! "

Shivi immediately sat up, her lips curving into a dramatic pout " Papa! That is so unfair! I would never forget you and for your information, I am going to have a special room reserved for you there you’ll be the one forgetting me because you'll be too busy enjoying the garden! "

" Oh, I doubt it " Hw teased, chuckling " You're so clumsy, beta I’m just worried you’ll trip over those long silk sarees and break an expensive vase in your first week shivansh might have to hire a full-time bodyguard just to catch you every time you fall! "

" Papa! Stop it! " she cried out, reaching for a cushion and playfully hitting his arm " I am not that clumsy! I can be very graceful when I want to be you’re just mean! " She began to cutely argue with him, her hands waving around as she defended her dignity, while her father just laughed harder, enjoying the sight of her spirited defense.

Just then, shivani ji walked in from the kitchen, carrying a wooden tray loaded with steaming cups of tea and plates of savory snacks.

She set the tray down on the coffee table with a purposeful thud and looked at the two of them seeing her husband and daughter bickering like toddlers, she raised her palm to her forehead, shaking her head in disbelief.

" Oh, for heaven's sake! Will you two ever grow up? " She sighed, though her eyes were twinkling " I can hear your shouting all the way in the kitchen honestly, harsh ji, I expect this from shivi, but you? You become a total child the moment you sit with her you're supposed to be the mature one! "

" She started it, shivani ji! " harshit ji joked, grabbing a snack from the tray.

" I did not! " Shivi protested, turning to her mother for support.

Shivani ji pointed a finger at shivi, her expression turning mock-stern " And you, shivi beta—listen to me your engagement is done and the wedding is right around the corner you are going to be a daughter-in-law of the singhania family! Start behaving like a grown-up for once If you keep pouting like a five-year-old, what will nitya ji think? "

Shivi crossed her arms, huffing softly " Maa, everyone loves me exactly how I am even shivansh ji says my pout is my best feature! "

" That’s because the poor boy is blinded by love " shivani ji countered with a smile, handing shivi a cup of tea " But seriously, sit up and eat we have so much to discuss regarding the rituals and I don't want you falling asleep in your father's lap when the wedding planners call "

Just as shivi was about to take a bite of her snack, the loud, rhythmic ringing of harshit ji’s phone broke the cozy silence of the room.

He glanced at the screen and his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

" It’s nitya ji " He said, straightening his posture he quickly swiped to answer and put it on speaker so the whole family could hear " Namaste, nitya ji! I hope everything is well at the mansion? "

On the other end, nitya ji’s voice sounded breathless, a mix of sheer excitement and motherly panic.

" Namaste, harshit ji! I’m calling with some news that might make your head spin pandit ji just left and he has dropped a complete bombshell on us "

Shivi leaned in closer, her heart starting to thrum against her ribs shivani ji stood frozen, her hand still holding the tea towel.

" What is it, nitya ji? Is everything okay with the dates? " Shivani ji asked anxiously.

" The dates are... well, they are much sooner than we thought " Nitya ji replied, letting out a nervous laugh " Pandit ji says that if we want the most auspicious union, the wedding must happen in exactly five days next Thursday is the only window for the next two years! "

The living room went deathly silent.

Shivi’s snack literally fell from her hand back onto the plate " five days?! " she whispered, her eyes wide with shock.

" five days? " Harshit ji echoed, his voice rising an octave " Nitya ji, that’s next week! How will we manage the invitations, the jewelry, the venue... we haven't even finalized the guest list! "

" I know, I know! " Nitya ji said, her voice now turning into mission mode " But don't worry, harshit ji the singhanias are already in full gear ayansh and the boys are handling the logistics I need you and shivani ji to come over tomorrow morning so we can coordinate shivi beta, are you there? "

Shivi cleared her throat, her face flushed red " Yes aunty.. I'm here "

" Start packing your bags, beta! You only have a few days left in your father’s house we are going to make this the most beautiful week of your life shivani ji, I’ll see you tomorrow? "

After a few more frantic exchanges of 'Oh my God' and 'We can do this' the call ended.

Shivani ji looked at her daughter, then at her husband and finally at the ceiling " five days I thought I had months to prepare my heart to let you go, shivi now I only have one week? "

Shivi felt a sudden rush of emotions.

The teasing about being clumsy or acting like a child was gone she looked at her father, whose eyes were already turning misty at the thought of her leaving so soon.

" P-papa..." She whispered, her lip trembling.

" Don't you dare pout now shivi " Harshit ji said, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled her into a tight hug " It looks like shivansh really couldn't wait to take you away one week my princess is becoming a queen in just one week "

The lighthearted atmosphere in the room vanished in a heartbeat shivi’s lower lip began to tremble violently, and the pout that was usually playful now turned into a look of genuine, raw heartbreak.

Her large eyes filled with tears that spilled over almost instantly, trickling down her flushed cheeks.

" No..." She whispered, her voice cracking as she clutched her father’s hand tighter " I don't want to! I don't want to marry anymore if it means leaving like this! "

Suddenly, she broke into a full sob, burying her face back into harshit ji’s chest the realization that her time in her childhood home had been slashed from months to just five days felt like a physical blow.

" I don't want to leave you both! Five days is not enough time! " she cried out, her voice muffled by her father’s shirt.

" Papa, tell them no tell them the dates are wrong I’m not ready to be a daughter-in-law I just want to be your daughter I don't want to go to that big mansion and leave my room, my bed... and you two "

Harshit ji felt a sharp pang in his heart he held her close, stroking her hair as his own eyes grew moist he looked up at shivani ji, who was standing there with tears already streaming down her face.

The five day bombshell had suddenly made the reality of Vidaai (the bride's departure) feel far too real and far too fast.

" Shivi, beta, listen to me " Shivani ji said, sitting down on the other side of her daughter and rubbing her back " Every girl has to take this step, my baccha It doesn't mean you are losing us. It just means your family is getting bigger "

" I don't care about the family getting bigger! " She sobbed, looking up with red, teary eyes " I won't be able to have tea with papa every morning I won't be able to fight with you in the kitchen, maa how can I leave everything in just one week? It’s too soon! I’m staying here I’m not marrying shivansh ji if it takes me away from you so quickly! "

Harshit ji cupped her face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

" Shivi, my princess, look at me whether it's five days or five years, a father's heart is never ready to let his daughter go but you aren't leaving us; you're just moving into a new room of your life and shivansh... that boy loves you more than his own life do you really want to break his heart? "

Shivi hiccuped, her crying slowing down just a little at the mention of shivansh, but her expression remained stubborn and sorrowful.

She felt caught between the man she loved and the parents she couldn't imagine living without.

Harshit ji looked at his daughter’s tear-streaked face and felt a swell of protective love, but he also knew his shivi better than anyone.

He saw the way she mentioned shivansh’s name even in her protest.

A mischievous, twinkling smile slowly played on his lips, replacing his worried expression.

He pulled back slightly, looking very serious and reached for his phone on the table " You know what shivi? You are absolutely right " he said, his voice firm as he began to mimic the action of dialing a number.

" My princess’s happiness comes before everything else If you aren't ready, then we aren't doing this I’ll call nitya ji and dhruv ji right now and tell them that the wedding is off I'll tell them the dates are wrong and that my daughter has changed her mind she’s staying here for the next ten years! "

Shivani ji caught on to his game immediately she suppressed a smile and nodded solemnly " Yes, harsh ji It's for the best I’ll go to the kitchen and start unpacking the wedding sweets we can just tell the singhanias that shivi wants to stay a little girl forever "

Shivi’s eyes went wide, the tears suddenly drying up as shock took over she looked at the phone in her father’s hand and then at her mother’s calm face.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of her father actually cancelling everything.

" Wait—Papa! No! " She blurted out, her hands flying out to grab his wrist before he could place the call.

She saw the playful glint in harshit ji’s eyes and realized she had been caught in her own emotional trap.

She let out a nervous, awkward laugh, her face turning a bright shade of pink as she wiped the stray tears from her cheeks.

" I... I didn't mean it literally like that, hehehe " she stammered, her voice high-pitched and sheepish " I mean, yes, I'm sad to leave, but we don't need to be so... dramatic, right? I was just... venting! You don't have to call nitya aunty and tell him the wedding is off that would be... awkward very, very awkward "

Harshit ji raised an eyebrow, hiding his triumph " Oh? So you do want to marry shivansh? I thought you were staying here for the next decade? "

" I am! I mean, I'm not! Ugh! " She covered her face with her hands, her embarrassment making her forget her sadness for a moment " Papa, stop teasing me! I want to stay with you, but I also... I also want to go there can't I just have both? "

" You will have both, my baccha " Harshit ji said softly, pulling her into a warm side-hug " But for now, maybe stop crying so we can actually plan how to get you to your groom in five days "

After harshit ji spoke, shivani sat down on the other side of shivi.

Overwhelmed with love, shivi wrapped her arms around both of them, pulling them into a warm embrace.

                             *

Back at the singhania mansion, the atmosphere was nothing short of a war room.

While the staff was busy moving furniture and the elders were locked in the study discussing guest lists, shivansh had managed to find a quiet corner on the balcony to call his bride-to-be.

His heart was still racing from the news, and he desperately needed to hear shivi’s voice as soon as she picked up, his voice turned soft and full of longing.

" Shivi ji... can you believe it? Five days " he whispered into the phone, a small, dreamy smile on his lips " I know it’s crazy, but I can’t wait every second feels like an eternity now I keep imagining you in that red bridal dress, walking towards me and honestly, I don't think I'll be able to breathe— "

On the other end, shivi’s voice was soft, her earlier tears forgotten " wait wait take a deep breath and I’m also nervous, shivansh ji... but I’m happy too I can’t wait to be with you "

" I love you, shivi ji " shivansh said, his voice thick with emotion, closing his eyes to savor the moment.

" I love you too, shivansh ji " she replied breathlessly.

" Oh, how touching! I think I might actually shed a tear " a dry, mocking voice drawled from the shadows.

Shivansh’s eyes snapped open as he spun around advik was leaning against the balcony door, his arms crossed over his chest and a massive, wicked smirk plastered on his face.

He wasn't there for security or serious business; he was there purely for the pleasure of witnessing shivansh's romeo moment.

" Advik bhai! How long have you been standing there? " Shivansh hissed, his face turning a deep shade of crimson as he scrambled to cover the phone's mouthpiece.

" Long enough to hear you talk about 'not being able to breathe' " Advik teased, his eyes dancing with mischief " Really, shivansh? 'I can't breathe'? You sound like a character from a cheap paperback novel If the singhania brothers were ranked by their romantic cheese, you’d be the King of Mozzarella "

" Shut up, Advik bhai!" He muttered, feeling the heat rise to his ears.

Before he could recover, ayansh walked onto the balcony, holding a massive iPad and looking completely unimpressed by the emotional display.

Unlike Advik, ayansh was on a mission " Shivansh, stop whispering sweet nothings into the air the palace hotel just called " he interrupted, his tone sharp and authoritative.

" They have a conflict with the ballroom for the sangeet I need you to review the alternate floor plan and the guest seating charts now we have exactly twenty minutes to confirm the logistics for the international delegation "

" Bhai... please, I was just telling shivi—"

" We heard what you were telling her," Advik interrupted again, stepping closer and winking at the phone " He loves you, shivi! He also can't breathe and is currently losing his mind! Don't worry, we'll keep him alive until next Thursday "

" Give me that " Shivansh snapped, trying to push advik away, but advik just laughed, enjoying his frustration.

" Shivi ji? I'll call you back " shivansh said hurriedly into the phone " My brothers are heartless, soulless monsters who don't understand the concept of a private moment I love you! "

As he hung up, he turned to find ayansh tapping his foot impatiently and advik still smirking like a cat who had just caught a mouse.

" Done with the poetry? " ayansh asked, holding out the iPad " Because while you’re busy being a 'Romeo,' the catering contract for 500 people is waiting for your signature move it."

" You guys are the worst " shivansh groaned, taking the iPad with a sigh of defeat " Seriously, the absolute worst " he pulled a cute pout while he spoke.

Seeing his dramatic antics, the two of them couldn't help but roll their eyes at his usual drama.

Meanwhile ayesha and kritika were busy in the living room, coordinating with the florists and designers.

The air was thick with the scent of jasmine samples and the constant ringing of phones.

Feeling a bit parched from all the talking, ayesha excused herself.

" Kriti, I'll be back in a minute I need some water " she said, heading toward the kitchen.

The kitchen was surprisingly quiet, a rare pocket of peace in the busy house.

She sighed in relief, enjoying the solitude for a second but just as she reached for the handle of the massive chrome fridge, the atmosphere changed.

Before she could open the door, a strong, warm hand clamped firmly around her wrist, while another arm snaked around her waist like a coil of steel.

With a gasp, she found herself spun around and pinned against the cold wall, trapped between the hard surface and a very familiar, muscular body.

When she opened her eyes, she was met with the dark, smoldering gaze of Ayansh.

He was standing so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, his citrusy cologne filling her senses.

" Ansh! What are you doing here? " she whispered, her heart starting to race she tried to push against his chest, but he was like a rock " Let go of me! Someone will see us... please, the whole family is just outside! "

He didn't move an inch Instead, a dangerous, low hum vibrated in his chest he ignored her plea, leaning down until his lips were grazing the sensitive skin of her neck he began to trail slow, burning kisses along her jawline.

" As if I care, Ayesha " he mumbled against her skin, his voice a deep, rough velvet " when I woke up, I didn't find you next to me how dare you leave me alone in that bed? "

Her breath hitched as his lips moved lower " Ansh... please... I’m serious, someone will walk in let me go " she whimpered, though her body was instinctively leaning into his touch.

He suddenly nipped at her neck, a sharp, possessive bite that made her let out a tiny gasp " I fucking don't care " he rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her knees weak " Answer my question why did you leave? "

" Y-you... you were sleeping so peacefully " she stammered, trying to find her voice " And you looked so tired from the drive and the stress, so I didn't want to wake you up. I just thought— "

" And so you left me alone? " he interrupted, letting out a dark, husky chuckle that sent shivers down her spine.

He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers " You thought I was tired? That’s funny "

His smirk widened, turning into something much more predatory " I think you’ve forgotten something, ayesha today, in the car... I was the one who made you cum so hard that you couldn't even hold the steering wheel technically, you should be the one who's exhausted but look at you... running around the house, full of energy "

He gripped her waist tighter, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly how much he wasn't tired.

" It was my mistake " he whispered, his lips hovering just a fraction away from hers " I clearly didn't do a good enough job if you’re still able to walk away from me but don't worry, little queen... I’m going to fix my mistake tonight I’m going to tire you out so much that walking will be the last thing on your mind I'll make sure you won't even be able to move an inch from that bed "

The tension in the kitchen was thick enough to cut with a knife she was pinned firmly between the cold wall and his burning body, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.

He was completely lost in the moment, his lips hovering just inches from hers, promising a night of absolute surrender.

But the bubble was abruptly burst by the sound of approaching footsteps and a familiar, amused sigh.

" Oh, for God's sake! Get a room, you two! This is a kitchen, not a honeymoon suite " Manvi exclaimed, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and a playful, judgmental look on her face.

Ayansh froze his jaw clenched so hard a muscle pulsed in his cheek he didn't let go of her immediately; instead, he stepped back just enough to shield her behind his broad back, acting like a human wall to hide her disheveled state from manvi’s prying eyes.

" Everyone in this house is an enemy of my romance " he muttered under his breath, his voice a low, frustrated growl meant only for her ears.

Ayesha, hidden behind him, couldn't help it the transition from intense passion to this awkward sibling interruption was so sudden that a tiny giggle escaped her lips.

She tried to cover her mouth, but the sound was unmistakable.

He stiffened he turned his head slightly, giving her a dark, warning glare that instantly wiped the smile off her face.

He leaned in close to her ear, his voice dropping to a dangerous, husky whisper.

" Go ahead, laugh all you want right now, Ayesha " he murmured, a wicked glint returning to his eyes " But remember my promise tonight, you won't be laughing... you'll be screaming my name "

Before she could even process the heat in his words, he gave her a sharp, confident wink and walked past manvi without a word of explanation, his shoulders squared as he exited the kitchen like a king leaving his throne.

Once he was gone, the silence was heavy she stood there, trying to fix her hair and catch her breath, avoiding manvi’s gaze.

But manvi wasn't going to let her off that easy she walked further into the kitchen, a massive, knowing smirk spreading across her face.

" So, Bhabhi..." She started, her voice dripping with mischief " Bhai really bit you quite hard, didn't he? I didn't know ayansh bhai was such a wild animal "

Ayesha’s eyes went wide, her face turning a shade of crimson that put a tomato to shame " W-what? What do you mean, manvi? We were just... discussing the breakfast menu, yeah! "

Manvi burst out laughing, pointing toward her collarbone " Oh, really? Was the 'breakfast menu' so delicious that he had to leave a permanent mark? Because the 'masterpiece' bhai just created on your neck is visible from a mile away It’s a very... intense love bite, bhabhi "

Ayesha gasped, her hands flying up to cover her neck in a panic she didn't need a mirror to know that he had claimed her in the most visible way possible.

The embarrassment was so overwhelming that she couldn't stay in the room for another second.

" I—I have to go! Kriti is calling me! " she squeaked out without looking back, she turned and bolted out of the kitchen, her face buried in her hands as she ran toward her room.

Manvi’s laughter echoed through the hallway behind her " Run all you want, Bhabhi! But you can't hide from the 'Singhania' mark! "

After ayesha made her frantic exit, the kitchen finally fell into a peaceful silence, save for the hum of the refrigerator.

Manvi stood there for a moment, shaking her head with a satisfied grin.

She loved the chaotic, romantic energy that seemed to follow her brothers and sisters-in-law everywhere they went.

​She clapped her hands together with a sharp snap, a bright spark of productivity in her eyes " Alright, Manvi " she whispered to herself, rolling up her sleeves with determination.

" Enough of other people’s drama now, let’s make some magic of our own let's make some cookies! "

​Humming a upbeat tune, she began to move around the kitchen with practiced grace she pulled out the heavy marble mixing bowl and headed for the pantry.

​" Butter... sugar... and a whole lot of chocolate chips " she listed off, gathering the ingredients one by one.

" If the house is going to be a war room for this wedding, the soldiers are definitely going to need some sugar to keep them going "

​She cracked the eggs with a steady hand, the rhythmic sound of her whisk against the bowl providing a soothing soundtrack to her thoughts as she creamed the butter and sugar together, she couldn't help but chuckle again, thinking about ayesha’s face.

​" Poor ayesha bhabhi " she murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she folded in the flour.

She worked with a rhythmic efficiency, lost in the simple joy of baking after folding in the generous amount of chocolate chips, she scooped the dough onto the trays with perfect precision.

Once the trays were ready, she slid them into the preheated oven and set the timer.

" Now, we wait " she whispered, leaning back against the cool marble countertop.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and began scrolling through her social media feeds, catching up on the latest trends and checking the wedding group chat which was currently exploding with messages about floral arrangements and guest accommodations.

The quiet hum of the kitchen and the steady ticking of the timer provided a peaceful bubble in the middle of the mansion’s madness.

Finally, after 45 minutes, a sharp, clear "Ding!" echoed through the room.

Manvi immediately set her phone aside on the island and reached for the thick oven mitts she opened the oven door, and a literal cloud of heavenly aroma billowed out.

The rich, buttery scent of baked dough mixed with the deep, molten smell of high-quality dark chocolate filled every corner of the kitchen, quickly wafting out into the hallways.

She carefully pulled the golden-brown cookie tray out and placed it on the cooling rack the cookies were perfect—crisp at the edges, soft in the center, with little pools of melted chocolate glistening on top.

" Perfection " she said, fanning the steam toward her nose and taking a deep breath of the sweet scent " If this doesn't fix everyone's stress, nothing will "

She stood there for a moment, admiring her handiwork, knowing very well that the irresistible smell would soon act like a magnet, drawing the hungry and tired singhanias toward the kitchen.

The scent was indeed a powerful magnet as manvi stood there admiring the perfectly baked cookies, a shadow loomed over her.

Advik had appeared silently, moving with the stealth of a predator he stepped up right behind her, his presence looming large, but manvi was so lost in the sweet aroma and her own thoughts that she didn't notice him at all.

He leaned in, his chest almost brushing against her back and whispered in a low, husky tone right into her ear.

" How did you know that cookies are my favorite? "

The sudden vibration of his voice so close to her ear sent a jolt through manvi’s entire body she let out a sharp gasp, jumping nearly an inch off the ground.

Her hand flew to her chest, her heart thumping wildly against her ribs as she spun around to face him.

" Are you insane, Advik?! " she exclaimed, her eyes wide with lingering shock " I could have had a heart attack! Who does that? You can't just sneak up on people like a ghost! "

He didn't look even slightly apologetic. Instead, a slow, effortless smirk played on his lips he leaned one hand on the marble counter, effectively trapping her between his arm and the cooling tray of cookies.

" A ghost? No " he murmured, his gaze dropping to the golden-brown treats and then back to her flushed face " Just a devil who followed his nose besides, if your heart is racing that fast, I'd like to think it's because of me, not just the scare "

Manvi huffed, trying to glare at him, but the intensity in his eyes made it hard to stay angry.

The air between them was thick with the scent of melting chocolate and a sudden, crackling tension advik didn't pull away; instead, he closed the remaining gap between them, his gaze fixed on hers with a piercing focus that always made manvi’s pulse skip.

" You didn't answer me, babygirl " he prompted, his voice dropping an octave, sounding like a dark, melodic hum.

" How did you know these were my favorite? And more importantly... did you spend all this time in the heat of the kitchen just for me? "

Manvi looked up at him, her initial shock melting into a soft, genuine warmth she stopped trying to pull away and instead let a sweet, radiant smile spread across her lips—the kind of smile she reserved only for the man who stood before her.

" Yes, Advik " she whispered, her voice soft and honest " I made them just for you I remembered you mentioning once how much you loved the smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies when you were stressed and heaven knows, with this five-day wedding madness, you’re the most stressed of them all "

Advik’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, replaced by a look of profound, silent appreciation but, he couldn't let the sentimental moment pass without a bit of his signature dark wit.

He leaned in even further, his nose almost brushing against hers, his eyes dancing with a dangerous light.

" Is that so? " he murmured, his breath hot against her skin " Why so much kindness all of a sudden? Tell me the truth, babygirl... did you lace these with some kind of slow-acting poison to finally get rid of your devil "

Manvi didn't flinch Instead, she placed her hand flat against his chest, right over his heart, feeling its steady, powerful thrum beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt.

She looked him dead in the eye, her expression a mix of playfulness and fierce devotion.

" Yes, advik I did " she teased, her voice light yet steady " It’s a very potent poison one bite and your life as you know it will be over are you still brave enough to eat them? "

He looked down at her small hand resting against his heart and then back up at her face a slow, possessive smile curved his lips—not a smirk this time, but something much deeper.

He reached out, covering her hand with his own, pressing it even more firmly against his chest.

" If it comes from your hands, babygirl then it's a fate I'll gladly accept " he said, his voice husky with raw emotion.

" I’d die happily knowing that the person who took my life was the only one who ever truly owned my heart If I’m going to go, I want it to be because of you "

Her breath hitched she had meant to tease him, but he always had a way of turning her jokes into something so intense it made her soul shiver.

The atmosphere in the kitchen had shifted from playful to intense in a heartbeat.

He, never one to back down from a challenge, reached out for one of the golden-brown cookies however, the tray was still scorching hot as his fingers made contact with the treat, he hissed, immediately dropping it back onto the tray and pulling his hand away, having slightly burned his fingertip.

Her maternal and protective instincts kicked in before she could even think.

Without a second's hesitation, she grabbed his hand and popped his burnt finger into her mouth.

He froze, his body turning rigid with shock as she gently sucked on the tip of his finger to soothe the burn, his pupils dilated and his eyes turned a dangerous, stormy shade of dark.

He abruptly pulled his hand out of her mouth, his chest heaving as he stared at her with an intensity that felt like a physical weight.

The silence was electric without breaking eye contact, he reached back down and picked up the same cookie even though it was still steaming, he took a bold bite.

The heat hit his tongue instantly and he winced, his face flushing as he looked at manvi, gesturing toward his mouth and silently daring her to do something about it.

Manvi rolled her eyes, half-annoyed and half-amused by his stubbornness.

" You are such a child, Advik " she muttered she reached out, took the remaining half of the cookie from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, pressing her palm over his lips to keep him from spitting it out.

Advik’s eyes widened as the heat of the cookie intensified behind her palm.

Manvi quickly realized he might actually burn himself and pulled her hand away " Spit it out advik! You’re going to burn your mouth! " she cried out in worry.

But advik didn't flinch he chewed the hot cookie slowly, looking her dead in the eye until he swallowed every last bit of it.

" Are you insane? " she scolded, her voice trembling with concern " Why would you do that? You could have seriously hurt yourself! "

He stepped closer, his voice low and raspy " It’s the first time you’ve fed me something with your own hands, manvi how could I possibly spit that out? "

Her heart did a somersault, but she tried to stay angry " You're a madman! Tell me, if I gave you a cup of poison with these same hands, would you drink that too just because I offered it? "

He leaned down until they were at eye level he noticed a small smudge of flour on her cheek and reached out, his thumb grazing her skin to wipe it away with agonizing slowness.

He locked his gaze onto hers, his voice dropping to a whisper that felt like a vow.

" Do you really have any doubt about that, Manvi? "

The weight of his words hung in the air, confirming that for him, her love—and even her poison—was the only thing worth consuming.

Hearing his unwavering declaration, she felt the breath hitch in her throat she couldn't meet the sheer intensity of his gaze any longer; it felt as though he was reading the very secrets of her soul.

She lowered her eyes, her long lashes casting shadows on her flushed cheeks as she whispered in a voice barely audible " What are you even made of, Advik? Why are you like this? "

He didn't let her retreat for long he reached out, his fingers incredibly gentle as he hooked them under her chin, tilting her face back up until she was forced to look into the depths of his dark, burning eyes once more.

" Tumhara aashique hoon, babygirl " he murmured, his voice thick with a possessive yet tender devotion " and I am whatever you need me to be, as long as I am yours "

The kitchen, usually a place of mundane chores, now felt like a sacred space the scent of the cookies was still heavy in the air, but all manvi could focus on was the heat of his touch and the truth in his words.

Like he was a man completely consumed by her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but the words died in her throat as he leaned in a fraction closer, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip.

The tension in the kitchen reached a breaking point he leaned in further, his breath mingling with hers until his lips finally brushed against hers in a soft, teasing touch.

He was just a second away from claiming the kiss he had been craving, but the moment was shattered by the loud, persistent ringing of her phone on the counter.

Startled, she instinctively turned her head away, causing his lips to miss their mark his jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might snap.

The frustration was visible in his eyes, but it quickly turned into something much darker when he glanced at the phone screen.

The name "Ved" was flashing on the display.

In an instant, her desire transformed into cold, blinding rage a possessive streak he couldn't control took over he reached out, his hand gripping the back of her neck firmly, forcing her to look back at him.

His eyes were burning with a dangerous fire.

" Who is this Ved? " he demanded, his voice dropping to a low, terrifying growl " And why is he calling you right now? "

She, feeling suffocated by his sudden dominance, gave him a small push against his chest " It’s none of your business, advik " she replied defiantly.

She reached past him, grabbed her phone from the marble counter and swiped to answer the call.

She opened her mouth to say hello, but she didn't get a single word out.

Before she could speak, his hand tightened on her neck and he lunged forward, crashing his lips against hers in a forceful, punishing kiss.

Manvi’s eyes widened in total shock, her body freezing as the phone stayed pressed to her ear.

" Hello? Mannu? Are you there? " a male voice asked from the other end of the line.

Hearing that intimate nickname—'Mannu'—sent advik over the edge.

The jealousy exploded in his chest to silence her and mark his territory, he bit her lower lip hard she let out a sharp hiss of pain, and in that moment of distraction, he snatched the phone from her hand.

Without even looking at it, he disconnected the call and threw the device across the room, where it landed somewhere on the far rug.

He didn't give her a chance to protest he gripped her by the waist and lifted her effortlessly, seating her on the high marble countertop.

Instinctively, to keep her balance, she snaked her legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her.

He didn't wait he trapped her against the cold stone and began kissing her roughly, his movements filled with a desperate, possessive hunger he wasn't teasing anymore; he was claiming her, making sure she knew exactly who she belonged to, and making sure that the name 'ved' would be the last thing on her mind.

The air in the kitchen was thick and heavy, charged with a raw intensity that made the cooling cookies on the counter seem a world away.

He finally broke the kiss, but he didn't pull back he kept his forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing heavily, their lungs burning for oxygen.

His hands were still locked firmly on her waist, holding her against the marble slab as if he were afraid she might vanish he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with every word he spoke, his voice a dark, possessive rasp.

" You are mine babygirl " he mumbled against her lips, his grip tightening " Every breath you take, every thought in your head and every inch of this beautiful body—it all belongs to me do you understand? "

He moved his head slightly, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he continued, his voice dropping to a terrifyingly low whisper.

" I don't care who this ved is or what history you have, If I ever hear another man call you 'mannu' again, I won't just throw the phone—I’ll make sure he forgets how to speak your name entirely "

She shivered, the heat of his body and the coldness of his words creating a storm of emotions inside her he pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his gaze dark and obsessive.

" Don't ever test my patience when it comes to you " he growled, his thumb tracing the bite mark he had left on her lip " I am a very selfish man manvi I don't share my things and I certainly don't share my babygirl you are my addiction, my obsession and my life. If anyone tries to take even a second of your attention away from me, they’ll have to deal with the devil you’ve created "

He leaned in again, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her once more " Tell me you're mine say it "

He was lost in a trance of pure possession, his eyes dark with a hunger that seemed bottomless.

He expected her to surrender, but she had other plans with a sudden burst of energy, she placed her hands on his chest and gave him a firm push.

Startled by her strength, he stepped back just enough for her to jump down from the marble counter.

But she didn't run away.

Before he could react, she reached out and grabbed his silk tie, wrapping it around her hand and yanking it downward.

She forced him to lean down until his face was inches from hers her eyes weren't filled with fear; they were sparkling with a bold, playful fire.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear and whispered in a voice that was pure honey and silk.

" You talk a lot about marking your territory, advik " she murmured, her breath hitching as she felt him stiffen.

" But words are cheap If you want to claim me, you’ll have to do better than a phone-throwing tantrum, you want me to say I’m yours? Then prove you can handle me first make me feel so breathless that I forget any name exists other than yours "

She let her gaze drop to his lips for a lingering second before adding with a wicked smirk " Try to keep up, Mr. Devil because right now, you're the one looking a little desperate "

With a sudden flick of her wrist, she released his tie and patted his cheek mockingly.

Before he could reach out to grab her, she turned on her heel and glided out of the kitchen, leaving the scent of vanilla and a very stunned, very frustrated advik standing alone in the middle of the room.

He stood frozen, his hand slowly going up to adjust his messy tie.

A slow, dark grin spread across his face as he watched her retreating figure.

" Oh, you have no idea what you just started, babygirl " he whispered to the empty room.

After a long, exhausting day filled with wedding planning, chaotic phone calls, and intense kitchen dramas, a deep silence finally settled over the Singhania Mansion.

The grand dining table, which had been the center of loud arguments and laughter just an hour ago, was now empty and clean.

​The clock struck midnight as the family members slowly made their way to their respective rooms everyone was physically drained from the five-day wedding countdown.

Ayansh was the last one to turn off the lights in the study, his eyes tired from looking at guest lists.

He made his way towards their room and pushed the door to their room open.

He was tired, but the moment he stepped inside, all his exhaustion vanished.

​Ayesha was standing in front of the large mirror, her back to him she had changed into a pair of cute, short night pants and a matching silk shirt.

Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft waves she looked delicate and beautiful in the dim lamplight, a complete contrast to the fiery woman she had been in the kitchen earlier.

He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching her a dark, predatory smirk played on his lips he remembered his promise from the evening—the promise to make her so tired she wouldn't be able to leave the bed.

She saw his reflection in the mirror and gasped slightly, her hand going to her chest " Ansh! You scared me I thought you were still downstairs with rudra "

He didn't say a word and walked toward her slowly, his footsteps heavy and deliberate on the rug he stopped right behind her, his tall frame towering over her small figure in the mirror.

He placed his hands on her waist, his touch firm and possessive.

​" Did you think I forgot? " he whispered, his voice a low, husky vibration against her ear " I told you in the kitchen that I made a mistake this morning by letting you get out of bed so easily "

She looked at his reflection, her eyes wide " A-ansh, it was a long day we are both tired..."

​" I'm not tired at all ayesha " he interrupted, his hands sliding up to her shoulders, pulling her back against his chest.

He leaned down, his lips grazing the column of her neck " In fact, seeing you in this... it's given me all the energy I need "

​He turned her around in his arms so she was forced to look up at him his gaze was intense, dark with a hunger that made her knees feel weak.

​" You look so cute " he murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip " But by tomorrow morning, you’re going to be so exhausted that you won't even be able to stand up for breakfast I’m going to make sure of that "

​Before she could respond, he picked her up effortlessly she let out a tiny squeal and wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her toward the large, plush bed.

He laid her down gently but followed her immediately, pinning her to the pillows.

​" No more running away, ayesha " he whispered against her lips " Tonight, you’re all mine "

She felt her heart hammering against her ribs as he hovered over her the intensity in his eyes was overwhelming, and she tried one last time to escape the trap he had set for her.

" A-ansh... umm, please " she stammered, her voice trembling slightly as she looked up at him with pleading eyes " Look, I’m really exhausted It’s been such a long day with the wedding prep and... and my legs are actually aching so much from all the running around "

She hoped her tired excuse would work, but he wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily.

Instead of pulling away completely, he shifted his weight, his smirk widening into something dark and dangerously handsome.

He leaned down further, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his hot breath sending a fresh wave of shivers down her spine.

" Oh, really? " he whispered, his voice a deep, vibrating hum that made her breath hitch " Your legs are hurting that much, sweetheart? "

He paused for a heartbeat, his hand sliding down from her waist to her thigh, his touch firm and possessive.

" Then I think I have the perfect solution " he murmured, his tone dripping with a wicked promise " If they are that tired, then I think they just need to rest... right on my shoulders "

Her eyes went wide as the meaning of his words sank in before she could even let out a protest, he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, silencing her excuses and pulling her into a night where rest was the last thing on his mind.

This wasn't the gentle kiss of a husband it was the claim of a man who had waited all day to have his wife to himself.

His hands didn't stay still for a second they roamed hungrily over her body, tracing the curves of her waist and sliding up her back, pulling her flush against his solid chest every touch was a reminder of the promise he had made—that tonight, she belonged entirely to him.

Ayesha, who had been trying to make excuses just moments ago, felt all her resistance crumble under the heat of his touch.

The exhaustion she mentioned seemed to vanish, replaced by a surging fire in her veins she let out a soft, shaky breath into his mouth and melted completely into the kiss.

Her hands found their way to his neck, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss with a sudden boldness that surprised even him.

She arched her back, pressing herself against him, her heartbeat syncing with his steady, powerful thrum.

" A-ans—..." she breathed against his lips, her voice a mix of a plea and an invitation.

He let out a low, guttural growl deep in his throat, his grip tightening on her as he realized she was finally matching his intensity he pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark with a feverish glow as he looked at her swollen lips and flushed face.

" I told you, ayesha " he rasped, his forehead resting against hers " By the time I'm done, you won't even have the strength to whisper my name "

Without breaking eye contact, he moved his hand to the buttons of her silk shirt, his eyes never leaving hers as the night truly began.

The air in the room was thick with a heavy, magnetic pull his movements were fluid and determined In one swift motion, he unbuttoned her silk shirt and threw it carelessly onto the floor, leaving she shivering slightly in her black lacy bra.

With a silent, questioning look, he waited for her nod—her unspoken permission—before sliding her shorts down and tossing them aside as well.

Now, she lay before him, vulnerable and breathtaking he didn't move immediately.

Instead, he stayed hovered over her, his intense gaze roaming slowly over every inch of her exposed skin It wasn't just a look; it felt like he was physically touching her with his eyes, tracing the curves of her waist and the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing turned shallow.

Feeling the heat of his stare, she felt a flush creep up from her neck to her cheeks she looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with a mix of nerves and desire.

" A-ansh... W-why are you staring at me like this? " she mumbled softly, trying to shield herself slightly with her hands.

He let out a dark, low smirk that sent a fresh wave of heat through her body.

He leaned down, his chest brushing against hers, his voice dropping to a rough, dangerous growl.

" It’s not my fault, ayesha " he rasped, his eyes darkening until they were almost black " You just look so incredibly fuckable right now I’m just trying to decide... which part of you I want to claim first "

He leaned in, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of her stomach, making her stomach muscles reflexively tighten " Should I start with these lips that keep making excuses? Or maybe these legs that you said were 'too tired' to move? "

His hand slid up to her jaw, his thumb pressing firmly against her bottom lip " Actually, I think I'll just take all of You. Every. Single. Inch "

Without another word of warning, he lowered his head and this time, his lips met hers with a surprising softness.

It wasn't a demand anymore; it was a confession he kissed her as if he were pouring every ounce of his hidden love and devotion into that single touch, his tongue tracing her lips with a tenderness that made her heart swell.

She felt herself melting into the kiss, her initial nerves dissolving like sugar in water she wanted to feel him, all of him, without any barriers with trembling hands, she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

Her fingers fumbled slightly against the expensive fabric, her heart racing at the proximity of his hard chest.

He sensed her struggle and without breaking the rhythm of their kiss, his large hands came down to cover hers.

He helped her undo the remaining buttons, his movements quick and efficient he shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders and let it fall to the floor to join her clothes, leaving his muscular torso bare against her soft skin.

​The sensation of his skin against hers sent a jolt of electricity through her he palmed her face, his thumbs caressing her cheekbones with a possessive gentleness.

He tilted her head back slightly and deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a slow, rhythmic dance that spoke of a long, sleepless night ahead.

​" Ayesha " he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion " I've finally got you right where you belong "

​He moved his hands down, one gripping her waist while the other supported the back of her head, as he slowly lowered them both further into the plush pillows the exhaustion he had promised was no longer a threat—it was a beautiful, inevitable reality they were both rushing toward.

He broke the kiss on her lips, but he didn't pull away Instead, he began a slow, agonizingly beautiful descent.

​He started at her jawline, his lips nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, before moving down to the pulse point on her neck.

" A-ansh p-please " she let out a broken moan, her head falling back into the pillows as she felt the vibration of his low growl against her skin.

He didn't stop there he trailed a path of fire down to her collarbone, his tongue swirling over the delicate bone until she was arching her back, her fingers digging into his muscular biceps.

His breath was hitching now, his own control slipping as he reached the valley of her cleavage he lingered there for a moment, inhaling the sweet, feminine scent of her skin that was now mixed with the musk of their shared heat.

​With a swift, practiced motion, he reached for the clasp of her black lacy bra as it gave way, he pushed the fabric aside, exposing her completely to the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains.

He paused for a heartbeat, his eyes darkening to a near-black as he took in the sight of her.

​" Beautiful " he rasped, his voice raw with a hunger that was no longer hidden.

​He leaned down and took one hardened nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before he began sucking it harshly.

The sudden, intense sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

" Ahhh " She let out a loud, unrestrained cry, her legs tightening around his waist instinctively as she pulled him closer, her nails scratching lightly against his bare back.

​" Ansh... please " she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea for something she couldn't even name.

He didn't let up he moved from one side to the other, his mouth greedy and possessive, marking her as his in the most intimate way possible.

He wanted her to feel every bit of his desire, to know that every promise he had made in the kitchen was about to come true.

​He was no longer just her husband; he was a storm and he was caught right in the center of it, finally ready to let him pull her under.

He was completely lost in her, his control slipping with every muffled cry she let out he was no longer the composed, brooding man the world knew; in this room, with ayesha, he was a storm of raw, unbridled desire.

​He continued to suck her nipple with a rhythmic, demanding pressure, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until she felt a sharp pull of pleasure deep in her belly.

While his mouth claimed one side, his large hand moved to the other, pressing and kneading her soft breast firmly, his thumb flicking over the hardened tip to match the pace of his mouth.

Her back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling desperately in his hair " Ansh... please... oh god " she moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of sweet ache and electric heat that made her entire body tremble under him.

Finally, as her cries peaked into a continuous wail of pleasure, his hand began its descent he kept his mouth on her nipple, sucking steadily, but his fingers slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist, over the soft dip of her belly.

The touch was light at first, teasing, building the anticipation as his palm flattened against her skin.

He reached the edge of her panties, the thin fabric still clinging to her hips without breaking his rhythm on her breast, he cupped her pussy through the cloth.

His hand fit perfectly there, fingers splaying to cover her fully the heat from her core seeped through the material, warm and inviting, making his cock twitch in response.

" Ahhhh anshhh " she bucked against his hand, another loud moan ripping from her as the pressure hit her most sensitive spot.

" You're so sensitive for me, Ayesha " he rasped against her skin, his voice thick with a dark, triumphant pride " Does it feel good? Does it feel like I'm keeping my promise? "

He pressed his palm down, feeling the outline of her folds beneath the damp fabric he started to circle his fingers slowly, rubbing in wide, deliberate loops over her clothed pussy.

He increased the pace of the circles, his fingers occasionally dipping into the fold of the fabric, teasing the very center of her pleasure.

She was lost, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the waves of heat crashing over her.

The motion was unhurried, each pass grinding against her clit through the barrier, building friction bit by bit.

He circled clockwise first, his middle finger dipping slightly into the crease, then counterclockwise, varying the pressure to keep her on edge the fabric grew wetter under his touch, sticking to her skin as her arousal soaked through.

Ayesha's hips rolled up to meet him, her moans turning into whimpers of need.

" Ansh... touch me more " she begged, her voice hoarse and loud, echoing her earlier cries.

He growled against her breast, sucking one last hard pull before lifting his head to watch her face his eyes locked on hers, dark and intense, as his hand continued its slow circles.

He pressed firmer now, the heel of his palm rocking against her entrance while his fingers teased the swollen nub above every rotation sent fresh jolts through her, her body writhing beneath him, legs spreading wider to give him better access.

The room felt even hotter, the air thick with their shared breaths and her unending moans his control held, but barely—he wanted to draw this out, to make her feel every inch of his possession, every deliberate stroke of his hand on her pussy.   

His fingers kept moving in those slow, teasing circles over the damp fabric of her panties he could feel how wet she was, the cloth sticking to her skin, outlining every fold of her p*ssy.

Her hips lifted off the bed, chasing his touch, her loud moans filling the room like a plea " ahh ansh i—oh god "

He watched her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted in desperation the sight made his c0ck harden even more, pressing against her thigh, but he held back, wanting to build this heat between them.

With a low hum against her skin, he hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties and tugged them down slowly, inch by inch, sliding the thin material over the curve of her hips.

She lifted her ass slightly to help, her breath catching as the cool air hit her exposed p*ssy the fabric peeled away from her wetness with a soft, sticky sound, leaving a trail of her arousal on the cloth.

He pulled them all the way down her thighs, past her knees and off her ankles, tossing them aside without a second look.

Now she was bare to him, her p*ssy glistening in the dim moonlight, swollen and ready.

She shivered at the sudden exposure, her legs parting wider on instinct she looked up at him, her eyes dark with need, chest rising and falling fast.

" A-ansh " she whispered, her voice shaky but before she could say more,

He moved without warning his hand went straight back between her legs, his fingers finding her slick entrance he didn't tease this time.

He pushed two fingers inside her in one firm thrust, feeling her walls clench around them immediately.

" anshhh " her eyes went wide, a sharp cry escaping her lips as the intrusion filled her she was so wet that they slid in deep, up to the knuckles, her heat wrapping tight around his digits.

He didn't pause he started fucking her with his fingers right away, pulling them out almost all the way before plunging back in.

The motion was steady, deliberate, each thrust stretching her a little more, hitting that sensitive spot inside.

Her p*ssy made soft, wet sounds with every push, her juices coating his hand as he worked her he curled his fingers slightly on the inward stroke, rubbing against her inner walls, making her body jolt.

Her moans turned into gasps, her hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white " Oh..., Ansh " she cried out, her voice breaking as pleasure spiked through her.

He leaned forward, his body covering hers more fully he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing every moan that tried to escape.

His mouth moved over hers roughly, tongue pushing inside to tangle with hers, tasting her sweetness mixed with the salt of her sweat.

He kissed her hard, muffling her cries, but they still vibrated against his lips, sending vibrations down to where his fingers pumped into her p*ssy.

He kept the rhythm going, his fingers thrusting faster now, in and out, twisting a bit to add friction.

Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing tighter with each stroke he broke the kiss for a second to nip at her lower lip, then dove back in, sucking on her tongue as he fucked her harder with his hand.

Her legs trembled, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer even as her body arched off the bed.

The room was alive with the sounds of their bodies—the wet slide of his fingers in her p*ssy, her muffled moans into his mouth, the creak of the bed under them.

His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in firm circles while his fingers kept plunging deep he felt her getting closer, her p*ssy clenching in waves, her breaths coming in short bursts against his lips.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes locked on her flushed face, then kissed her again, deeper this time, his free hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place.

His fingers didn't stop, driving into her relentlessly, building that pressure inside her until she was shaking beneath him.

" ansh i'm clo— " her moans grew desperate, swallowed by his kiss, her body on the edge as he took complete control.                                

His fingers drove deeper into her, thrusting hard and fast now her walls squeezed tight around them, pulling him in with every push.

Her hips bucked up against his hand, her breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps against his mouth.

She kissed him back wildly, her tongue clashing with his, but her focus was on the building heat low in her belly.

" Come on, sweetheart " he murmured into her kiss, his voice rough and low.

He curled his fingers inside her, hitting that spot over and over, making her whole body tense.

" Yea— " her moans vibrated into his lips, louder and more urgent her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure coiled tighter.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss with a sharp cry, her head falling back against the pillow.

" Ansh... I'm... oh god! " Her p*ssy clenched hard around his fingers, waves of release crashing through her.

She came with a shudder, her body shaking as cum gushed out, coating his hand and dripping down onto the sheets.

He kept thrusting through it, slowing his pace to milk every last pulse from her, his thumb still circling her clit lightly to draw it out.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned into soft whimpers as the orgasm faded.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, watching her pussy twitch in the aftermath, slick and swollen.

She lay there panting, her chest heaving, a lazy smile on her lips she thought that was it—the peak of the night, her body spent and satisfied.

She reached up to pull him down for a gentle kiss, whispering " That was amazing " her voice soft and tired but he had other plans.

His eyes gleamed with hunger as he kissed her back, soft at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding against hers to taste her again.

Before she could settle, he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her jaw, nipping lightly at her skin.

She sighed, her hands running through his hair, but surprise flickered in her eyes when he didn't stop he moved lower, kissing her neck, sucking gently on the spot that made her shiver.

His mouth worked over her collarbone, then down to her breasts he took one nipple between his lips, sucking hard while his hand cupped the other, rolling the peak between his fingers.

She gasped, her body arching up despite the sensitivity from before.

" Ansh... wait " she breathed, but there was no real protest in her voice—only fresh arousal stirring.

He ignored her half-hearted words, switching to the other breast, licking and biting until her nipples stood stiff again.

Then he kept going down, his kisses hot and wet on her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button to make her squirm.

Hwr legs parted wider without thinking, her p*ssy aching now from the aftershocks but craving more.

He settled between her thighs, his hands pushing them open further, exposing her completely he looked up at her, his breath warm against her skin, before leaning in.

His lips brushed her inner thigh first, kissing the soft flesh close to her core.

Ayesha's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in his hair then, without pause, he pressed his mouth to her p*ssy lips.

He kissed them softly at first, like he was savoring a fruit, his tongue flicking out to taste her cum still lingering there.

The direct touch made her jolt, a moan escaping her lips " Oh... Ansh what— " she whispered, her hips lifting toward him.

He parted her folds with his tongue, licking up the length of her slit in one long, slow stroke.

He tasted her fully—salty and sweet, her arousal fresh and strong his lips closed around her outer lips, sucking gently, pulling them into his mouth one by one.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her body trembling as pleasure built again so soon he moved to her clit next, kissing it lightly before sucking it between his lips he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub, fast and firm, making her cry out.

He held her thighs down with his hands, keeping her open as he ate her out his tongue plunged into her entrance, fucking her with it in short thrusts, then back to her clit, circling and sucking.

" Ahh oh faster " her moans filled the room, her body writhing under him she was so sensitive from her first orgasm that every lick felt electric, pushing her toward another edge quickly.

Ayansh hummed against her p*ssy, the vibration making her gasp he sucked harder on her clit, his tongue pressing flat and rubbing side to side.

Pressure built inside her fast, different this time—deeper, more intense.

Her legs shook, her toes curling " Ansh... I can't... it's too much " she panted, but her hips ground against his face, chasing the sensation.

He didn't let up one hand slid up, two fingers pushing back into her pussy while his mouth stayed on her clit he fucked her with his fingers again, curling them to hit her g-spot, his tongue lashing relentlessly.

Her walls clenched around his digits, her body tensing as the orgasm hit like a wave but this one was stronger, wetter.

"  Ayanshh " screamed his name, her p*ssy spasming hard liquid squirted out around his fingers, soaking his hand and chin, spraying onto the bed.

She squirted in pulses, her body convulsing as the release poured from her he kept his mouth on her, licking through it, drinking her in as she came undone.

He slowed his fingers, easing her down, but didn't pull away until her tremors stopped.

She collapsed back, breathless and spent, her p*ssy throbbing from the intensity he kissed her inner thigh one last time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up to hold her close.                        

His skin warm and slick against hers he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest her heart still raced from the intense release, her body limp and glowing in the dim light.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment.

The gesture was tender, full of care after the wild passion they had shared.

She sighed, feeling safe in his hold, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.

But as the afterglow settled, a new thought crossed her mind she had felt him hard against her thigh earlier, his c0ck throbbing with need, yet he had focused only on her pleasure.

Curiosity and a spark of desire made her shift slightly she lifted her head, looking up at him with shy eyes her voice came out soft and hesitant, almost a whisper " Ansh... are you not going to do... umm, you know...? "

She trailed off, her cheeks already turning pink, unable to say the words outright she bit her lip, glancing away, hoping he would understand what she meant—wanting him inside her, to feel him fill her completely.

His eyes lit up with amusement a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, slow and teasing, as he looked down at her flushed face.

He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand brushing a strand of hair from her forehead " Why, Ayesha " he said, his voice low and playful, drawing out her name like a secret

" Are you really this eager to take my dick? I mean, look at you—blushing like that after I just made you squirt all over me can't get enough, huh? You want me to fuck you now, stretch that tight p*ssy of yours with my c0ck until you're screaming my name again? " He added the words with a wicked grin, his tone mixing dominance with affection, making his intent clear while stoking the fire between them.

Her face burned hot, the blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck his direct words hit her like a spark, embarrassing yet exciting her all at once she let out a small gasp, her eyes widening before she ducked her head, burying her face against his chest.

The warmth of his skin muffled her shy laugh and she pressed closer, hiding from his gaze her heart pounded, a mix of shyness and lingering arousal making her squirm a little in his arms.

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm rumbling from his chest he loved seeing her like this—bold one moment, then sweetly vulnerable the next.

His hand stroked her back gently, soothing her as he held her tight " Sleep, Ayesha " he murmured, his voice softening now, full of care.

" You must be tired after all that " He kissed the top of her head again, settling back against the pillows with her curled against him.

The room fell quiet, filled only with their steady breaths, the moonlight casting soft shadows over their entwined bodies as they drifted toward sleep, the promise of more passion hanging in the air.

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