The engines of the jet hummed softly, the low vibration filling the luxurious cabin. Ananya settled into her seat beside the wide window, her dupatta tucked neatly around her shoulders as she leaned slightly to gaze outside. The world below was slowly shrinking, the clouds swallowing the skyline.

Devansh, sitting opposite her, loosened the first two buttons of his crisp white shirt, his gaze fixed not on the clouds, but on her. His jaw was relaxed, yet his eyes carried the same intensity that always made Ananya’s heartbeat stumble.

Ananya turned her head, catching his stare. Again, this man. Why does he look at me like that? She quickly looked away, fiddling with the hem of her dupatta.

“Staring is rude, Mr. Singhania,” she said, her tone playful yet with a hint of shyness.

Devansh smirked, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. “What can I do, Mrs. Singhania? The view outside is nothing compared to the one inside.”

Ananya’s cheeks warmed. “Tum apna sar deewar se thukwake aaye ho kya?” she muttered, trying to sound annoyed.

His smirk deepened. “If I had, would you still take care of me?”

Ananya opened her mouth, then closed it again, utterly speechless at his audacity. She crossed her arms and turned back to the window, silently cursing the way her pulse was racing.

Devansh leaned back in his seat, dark humor lacing his voice. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Singhania, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.”

Her eyes widened, heat rushing to her face. She shot him a glare but failed to hide the way her lips twitched, betraying the laughter she held back.

The jet soared higher, clouds brushing against the windows. Devansh reached for a glass of water from the table between them and slid it toward her. “Drink. You’ll need energy where we’re going.”

Ananya’s brows furrowed. “Where exactly are we going, Dev?”

He leaned forward, voice low, teasing, “Patience, Anu. You’ll know soon enough.”

Her heart skipped. He rarely called her Anu these days.

As the silence settled between them, filled only by the hum of the engines, Ananya rested her head against the window, watching the endless sky. Devansh studied her profile, the softness of her features, the curve of her smile when she thought he wasn’t looking. His chest tightened with something unfamiliar yet dangerously comforting.

What are you doing to me, Ananya…

The soft thud of the wheels touching the runway pulled Ananya out of her half-dreamy state. She straightened up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, excitement rising in her chest. Before she could lean toward the window to peek outside, Devansh leaned closer, and with a swift move, he tied a soft black cloth around her eyes.

“Dev!” she gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for the knot. “What are you doing?”

His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. “Surprise, Mrs. Singhania. And no peeking.”

“Yeh kya bachpana hai, Devansh?” she huffed, trying to tug the blindfold off.

He caught her wrists gently, his grip firm yet tender. “Shhh… trust me. Just this once, Anu.”

Her breath hitched at his tone. Low, commanding, yet carrying a strange warmth that melted her protests. She slumped back in her seat, crossing her arms. “Fine. But agar mujhe gira diya toh… I swear tumhe utha ke phek dungi.”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Utha paogi bhi?? And don’t tempt me. Mujhe tumhe uthane mein kabhi problem nahi hoti.”

Her cheeks flamed instantly. “Tum apna sar deewar se thukwake aaye ho kya?” she shot back, flustered.

Devansh only leaned closer to her ear, his breath warm. “Maybe… or maybe you’ve finally started noticing it.”

Her heart skipped violently, and she quickly turned her head away, muttering, “Pagal insaan.”

The jet’s door opened, a rush of fresh air and distant sounds filling the cabin. Devansh stood first, then carefully guided her up, his hand protectively resting on her waist.

“Slowly,” he whispered. “I won’t let you fall.”

Every step she took on the metal stairs, she felt his steadying touch, his presence towering and unyielding beside her. Her world was nothing but darkness behind the blindfold, but strangely… she didn’t feel afraid.

“Bas thoda aur,” he murmured, leading her forward. The ground beneath her feet shifted from metal to smooth tiles, then to something softer—grass maybe.

Her curiosity was bubbling inside her chest. “Devansh, mujhe sach mein batao… hum kahan hai?”

“You’ll know when the time is right,” he replied simply, the mystery in his tone both irritating and thrilling her at the same time.

Devansh’s fingers lingered at the knot for a moment before finally untying the blindfold. The soft cloth slipped away, and a flood of light hit Ananya’s eyes. She squeezed them shut instinctively, blinking several times before her vision adjusted.

And then—

Her eyes widened, mouth falling open. Huge glass walls, bustling voices in a dozen accents, signboards glowing in bright lights, and the unmistakable architecture around her.

Her breath caught. “No way…” She spun around, her dupatta swishing with the motion. “OMG! We… we are in NEW YORK!!!”

Her voice echoed, earning a few glances from passersby, but she couldn’t care less. She clapped her hands together like an excited child and literally jumped on her toes.

Devansh’s lips curved into a smug smile, his hands sliding casually into his pockets as he watched her. “So Mrs. Singhania approves?”

She whirled to him, eyes glittering. “Approves?! Dev, this is insane! New York! Mujhe yakeen hi nahi ho raha—tum… tum sach mein mujhe yahan le aaye!”

He tilted his head, pretending nonchalance. “Well… tumne kaha tha na, tumhe hamesha ek world tour chahiye. Socha shuruat kuch… grand ho.”

Her heart swelled, but she rolled her eyes dramatically, trying to mask the emotions bubbling inside. “Shuruat? Matlab tum mujhe pura globe ghumane ka iraada rakhte ho?”

His smirk deepened, dark humor lacing his tone. “Of course. Tum meri biwi ho, Anu. Aur mujhe apna investment safe aur khush rakhna aata hai.”

Her jaw dropped. “INVESTMENT?! Devansh Singhania, tum…” She raised her hand as if to smack his arm.

But he caught her wrist smoothly mid-air, his thumb brushing her pulse. His voice dropped, low enough to curl shivers along her spine. “Relax, Mrs. Singhania. Tum meri sabse priceless asset ho. Aur assets ko main kabhi risk pe nahi rakhta.”

Her heart thudded against her ribs, betraying her attempt to stay unaffected. She quickly pulled her hand free and muttered, cheeks flaming, “Tum apna sar pakka deewar pe thukwake aaye ho.”

Devansh chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his voice a dangerous tease. “Or maybe… tumhari heartbeat hi mujhe pagal kar rahi hai.”

Ananya froze for a beat, her face heating. She turned away, clutching her handbag tightly, and stammered, “Bas… ab hotel chalo. Bahut time waste ho gaya.”

Devansh followed behind, his eyes still gleaming with that unreadable mix of amusement and intensity.

Devansh guided Ananya through the bustling airport, her tiny squeals of excitement mixing with the ambient chatter and rolling luggage wheels. Every few steps, she’d stop abruptly to stare at a sign, a massive glass wall, or even a passerby.

“Dev! Did you see that? That shop! oh my God, it's soo good!” she squealed, tugging at his sleeve.

He gave her a half-smile, half-sigh. “Mrs. Singhania, focus. Hotel first. New York sightseeing later.”

“Focus? FOCUS?” she squeaked, eyes wide. “I’m literally in NEW YORK! Are you seriously telling me to focus?”

He glanced down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Yes, because I don’t want you getting lost in your own excitement and leaving me to fend for your luggage.”

She huffed, stamping a foot dramatically. “I can handle my luggage, thank you very much. I don’t need a bodyguard, you know!”

“Bodyguard? Oh no, Mrs. Singhania, I’m not a bodyguard. I’m more like… a professional asset manager,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, dark humor teasing the edges of his smile.

She froze mid-step, then glared. “Professional asset manager my foot! Tum bas pagal ho gaye ho!”

He chuckled lowly, letting her tirade wash over him. Then he bent slightly, his voice dropping into that teasing, intimate tone that always made her pulse race. “Or maybe… it’s just your heartbeat that’s keeping me entertained.”

Ananya’s cheeks flamed bright red. She flailed a hand, but didn’t deny it, only muttering, “Tum pagal ho…”

After exiting the airport, Devansh guided Ananya toward a sleek black luxury car waiting outside. The city lights of New York sparkled like a million diamonds, reflecting in her wide, excited eyes. She leaned slightly against the window, taking in the towering skyscrapers, yellow cabs rushing by, and the bustling streets alive with energy.

“Welcome to New York, Mrs. Singhania,” Devansh said, a smirk playing on his lips as he opened the door for her. She stepped out gracefully, adjusting her dupatta as she turned to him.

“Wow… it’s even more beautiful than I imagined!” she exclaimed, spinning slightly to take it all in.

Devansh chuckled softly, “We’ll explore it properly. But first, let’s get you settled.”

The ride to their hotel was smooth, the city lights streaming through the tinted windows. Devansh’s hand occasionally brushed hers as they laughed over small jokes, the air between them playful yet intimate.

Finally, they arrived at a grand, modern hotel. The valet swiftly took the car, and Devansh led Ananya into the lobby, where soft jazz played, and the warm lighting gave the space an elegant, inviting aura.

“Room key?” Ananya asked, still marveling at the lavish surroundings.

Devansh handed her the card with a teasing smile, “Top floor, best view in the hotel. You’ll love it.”

Ananya’s eyes widened. “Best view? From where?”

“You’ll see. Wait until the curtains are drawn,” Devansh replied, his voice low, with just a hint of mischief.

They made their way to the elevator, side by side. Ananya’s excitement was palpable, and Devansh couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes lit up at every detail—the polished floors, the designer decor, the city skyline glimpsed through the elevator glass.

As the elevator doors opened, the soft hum of the city below greeted them. Devansh held the door for her once again, and she walked in first, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. He followed, his gaze lingering on her for just a moment longer than necessary.

“After you,” he said with a sly grin, nodding toward the hallway.

Ananya looked at him with a playful raise of her eyebrow. “You’re letting me lead? That’s new.”

“I like watching you enjoy things,” he murmured, and she caught the warmth in his eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat.

Finally, they reached their suite. Ananya gasped at the sight—floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the glittering New York skyline, the lights reflecting in the river below. The modern interior was sleek yet cozy, with plush furniture and subtle golden accents.

“You really do spoil me, Mr. Singhania,” she said, setting down her bag and turning to face him.

“Only the best for my Mrs. Singhania,” he replied smoothly, closing the distance between them as he took her hand.

Ananya couldn’t help but smile, her heart fluttering as she glanced at the panoramic city view. “I can’t wait to explore this place with you.”

“And we will. Every corner. Every street,” Devansh said, pulling her into a soft, protective hug. “But for now… rest, settle in, and enjoy the view. The city is ours to discover.”

Ananya leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his embrace, already imagining the adventures that awaited them in the city that never sleeps.

As soon as they entered the suite, Ananya walked straight toward the massive window, her fingers brushing against the glass as she stared at the glittering skyline. The city stretched endlessly, its lights like scattered stars come down to earth.

“Unbelievable…” she whispered, almost to herself.

Devansh, setting their luggage aside, smirked at her awestruck expression. “You’ll have the entire city at your feet, Anu. But first…” He loosened his shirt cuffs and walked toward her. “You need some rest.”

Ananya turned her head and pouted slightly. “Rest? In New York? Are you kidding me? I want to go out right now.”

Devansh folded his arms, leaning casually against the sofa. “Mrs. Singhania, if I let you run around the city without resting after a long flight, you’ll collapse in the middle of Times Square, and I’ll have to carry you back on my shoulders.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Dramatic as always.”

“Practical as always,” he corrected with a teasing smirk.

Rolling her eyes, Ananya finally removed her dupatta and sat on the plush bed, bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. “Okay, fine. Maybe just a little nap.”

“That’s my girl,” Devansh said softly, walking closer. He adjusted a pillow behind her back and drew the curtains partially, dimming the light in the room.

“Since when did you become so… caring?” she teased, tilting her head to look up at him.

“Since I married you, Mrs. Singhania,” he shot back smoothly, his tone playful yet with a weight that made her heart skip.

Ananya quickly looked away, trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks. “Whatever,” she muttered under her breath, curling up on the bed.

Devansh watched her with a faint smile as her eyes grew heavy. Within minutes, her breathing evened, and she slipped into a peaceful slumber. Quietly, he removed his watch, slipped out of his coat, and settled on the sofa by the window, one eye on the city, the other on her.

For the first time in days, he let himself relax. The storm of thoughts about the past and the future softened as he watched her sleep, her face calm, almost childlike.

“Rest well, Anu,” he murmured to himself. “Tonight, the city belongs to us.”

Devansh turned away from the window, his gaze falling once again on Ananya. She was curled up on the bed, her hair spilling like a soft curtain across the pillow, her lips parted ever so slightly in her sleep. Something tugged inside him—an ache, a strange warmth he couldn’t quite name.

Silently, he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slipped it off, placing it neatly on the chair. The cool air of the suite brushed against his bare chest, but his focus was only on her.

Moving carefully, he eased onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He shifted closer until the faint warmth of her body met his. Slowly, almost tentatively, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her gently against him.

Ananya stirred faintly, letting out a soft sigh, but didn’t wake. Instead, she instinctively nestled into him, her head finding its place near his collarbone, her breath feathering against his skin.

Devansh closed his eyes, inhaling the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with something that was purely Ananya. His hand rested securely at her waist, fingers unconsciously tracing small circles as though to reassure himself she was really there, in his arms.

For a long while, he simply lay there, listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with his own. The chaos of the outside world—business, memories, responsibilities—melted into silence.

“Sleep well, Mrs. Singhania,” he whispered into her hair, pressing the faintest kiss to the top of her head.

And for the first time in years, Devansh felt a strange, fragile peace settle over him as his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep with Ananya securely in his arms.

Ananya stirred in her sleep, her lashes fluttering open. A lazy warmth cocooned her, and for a moment, she didn’t remember where she was. Then her gaze shifted—and her breath hitched.

Devansh lay beside her, his arm still draped around her waist, his face turned slightly toward her. His features were softened in sleep, free of the sharp intensity they usually carried. For the first time, she saw him not as the ruthless businessman or the intimidating Devansh Singhania everyone else knew—but simply as a man her man.

Her eyes trailed downward, and heat rushed to her cheeks. His chest was bare, rising and falling steadily with each breath, the smooth planes of muscle catching the faint golden light seeping in through the curtains. A blush crept across her face as her gaze lingered on the defined lines of his collarbone, the sculpted strength of his shoulders, the way even in sleep his body radiated quiet power.

She bit her lip, her heart racing. Her eyes drifted back to his face—the strong jawline that looked almost carved, the faint stubble dusting his chin, the lashes surprisingly long against his skin. He looked devastatingly handsome, and she couldn’t look away.

She didn’t even realize she was staring—completely lost in him—until his lips curved into the faintest smirk.

“Done admiring me, Mrs. Singhania?” Devansh’s voice came low and husky, laced with amusement.

Ananya froze, her eyes widening.

He had been awake.

Ananya’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Her cheeks burned as if she’d been caught red-handed stealing.

“I…I wasn’t admiring you,” she stammered, quickly turning her face away, though her ears betrayed her with their deep crimson hue.

Devansh chuckled, the sound low and sinful, as he shifted closer. His breath fanned against her ear as he murmured, “Accha? Toh phir, Mrs. Singhania, you were planning a medical inspection of my chest?”

“Shut up!” she hissed, burying her face into the pillow.

But Devansh wasn’t done. His fingers lightly grazed her wrist, trapping it gently against his bare chest. “Careful, Anu. The way you were staring…if anyone else saw you, they might think you’ve fallen for me.” His tone was teasing, but his eyes—those dark, piercing eyes—studied her every reaction.

Her throat went dry. She wanted to snap back, to give one of her bold replies, but all she managed was, “Tum pagal ho gaye ho kya?”

He smirked, leaning even closer, his nose brushing against the side of her hair. “Maybe. But if it makes you blush like this, it’s worth it.”

Her heart thudded violently in her chest. She tried to push him away, but his arm only tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against his warmth.

“Now, Mrs. Singhania,” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear, “either you sleep…or you keep staring at me. Choice is yours.”

Ananya shut her eyes tightly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words rattled her. Yet a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, betraying her.

Just then, Devansh’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned, not wanting to move, but the buzzing persisted. Stretching out his arm lazily, he picked it up, his jaw tightening when he saw the caller ID.

Kabir.

Before he could even greet, Kabir’s voice thundered through the speaker, so loud that Ananya flinched and pulled the duvet closer to her ears.

“Saale! Bina bataye tum dono miya-biwi apne honeymoon ke liye nikal gaye?! Pura kaam mujh pe chhod ke?!” Kabir’s words were rapid-fire, each one laced with mock annoyance.

Devansh pinched the bridge of his nose and growled, keeping his voice low, “Pehli baat, aaram se baat kar. Ananya so rahi hai.”

Ananya peeked through the blanket, glaring at the phone and then at Devansh, mouthing silently, Kabir!

On the other side, Kabir scoffed. “Aaram se? Arey, main toh infact bahut aaram se baat kar raha hoon! Tujhe sunai nahi de raha kya? Office ki files ka dher laga hai aur tu—tu madam ko leke New York mein chill kar raha hai!”

Devansh’s patience was thinning. His voice came out clipped, cold. “Kabir. Ek aur shabd bola na…main tujhe yahin se nikaal dunga. Aur haan, honeymoon pe nahi aaye. Samjha?”

Ananya pressed her lips together, trying hard not to giggle at the way Devansh’s jaw flexed in irritation.

“Honeymoon pe nahi aaye?” Kabir repeated dramatically. “Toh phir kya—charity trip pe aaye ho? Central Park mein kabootar khilane?”

“Kabir…” Devansh warned, his tone dark now.

“Fine, fine,” Kabir muttered, though the mischief in his voice was clear. “Bas itna keh raha hoon, yaar, honeymoon bolo ya business trip—madam ke saath New York ghoomoge toh romance apne aap hoga. Samajh gaya main.”

Ananya turned crimson, pulling the blanket over her face entirely.

Devansh’s eyes darkened, his voice dangerously calm. “Kabir, kaam dekh. Aur mujhe call karna band kar warna—”

Kabir cut him off with a chuckle. “Arre, bas bas. Mazak kar raha tha, yaar. Enjoy. Files ka tension mat lena, main sambhaal lunga. Tu bas Ananya ka khayal rakhna.”

“Hmm,” Devansh hummed curtly.

“Accha sun ab…” Kabir’s tone suddenly shifted from teasing to business. “Tere liye ek meeting fix hui hai. Mr. Harrison ke saath. Aur iss baar tu mana nahi kar sakta. Mandatory hai attend karna, samjha? Hum log bohot delay kar chuke hai.”

Devansh’s brows knitted. “Kabir… abhi? Maine tujhe clearly bola tha—”

“No excuses, Mr. CEO,” Kabir cut him sharply. “Aur haan, Ananya ko bhi saath le jana. She’s the CISO, and they specifically asked for her presence too. It’s important.”

Devansh clenched his jaw, glancing at Ananya, who was still half-hidden under the blanket, curious eyes peeking out. “Mujhe yeh sab yahin bolna tha kya? Tumhe lagta hai main meeting se bhaag jaunga?”

Kabir chuckled smugly. “Haan, mujhe lagta hai. Aur tu apni biwi ke liye bhaag bhi jayega. Isiliye main directly bol raha hoon. Sharp 2 PM, Manhattan office. Don’t be late. And haan…” he paused, mischief lacing his tone again, “…meeting ke baad ghoomna-phirna mat bhoolna. New York ka maza bhi lena.”

Devansh exhaled sharply through his nose. “Kabir…”

“Bye-bye, Mr. CEO. Enjoy your business-honeymoon trip.” Kabir laughed and disconnected the call before Devansh could bark back.

Devansh stared at the phone, his expression dark.

Ananya, biting her lip to hide her smile, asked softly, “Meeting?”

He turned his gaze to her, voice low. “Haan. Aur tum aa rahi ho saath. No arguments.”

Ananya tilted her head, mock-pouting. “Business in New York? Mujhe laga sirf exploring karenge.”

Devansh’s lips curled into a half-smirk. “Business bhi, exploring bhi… aur thoda sa torture bhi. Tumhare liye.”

She rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Of course.”

Ananya pushed the blanket aside and sat up, stretching her arms with a sleepy pout. Devansh was still staring at his phone with a scowl from Kabir’s words.

She slipped off the bed and padded towards the washroom.

“Where are you going, Mrs. Singhania?” Devansh asked without looking up, his voice laced with mock suspicion.

“Obviously to get ready, Mr. Husband-who-drags-me-to-unexpected-meetings,” she said over her shoulder, rolling her eyes.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Make it quick. Tum late hoti ho toh mujhe gussa aata hai.”

She glanced back and raised her brow. “Aur tum hamesha gusse mein hote ho. So, no difference.”

Devansh narrowed his eyes at her sharp tongue but said nothing, only shaking his head as she disappeared into the washroom.

Minutes later, the door clicked open, and Ananya stepped out. She had changed into a sleek formal outfit—a crisp white shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt with a matching blazer. Her hair, freshly blow-dried, cascaded smoothly down her shoulders, and a soft nude lipstick highlighted her lips. The attire clung to her curves in all the right places, exuding both elegance and authority.

Devansh, engrossed in replying to an email, lifted his gaze—and froze. For a moment, his phone rested forgotten in his hand as his eyes swept over her from head to toe. His jaw flexed slightly, a subtle reaction he couldn’t hide.

Ananya, catching his stare, smirked. “Like what you see, Mr. Singhania?” she teased, crossing her arms.

Devansh schooled his expression quickly, rising to his feet. “I was just thinking…” he walked past her, brushing slightly against her arm, “…you’re going to make half the boardroom men lose focus today.”

Her cheeks flushed at the subtle compliment, but she masked it with a playful glare. “Well, that’s not my problem, cause I now if they do then you will pluck their eyes out.”

Devansh smirked and strode into the washroom.

A few minutes later, he emerged, dressed in a dark navy suit paired with a crisp white shirt, the first two buttons casually left undone. The tailored fit accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame. His hair was neatly styled, and the subtle hint of his cologne filled the room as he adjusted his cuffs.

Ananya’s eyes instinctively followed him, and before she could mask her reaction, Devansh caught her.

“Like what you see, Mrs. Singhania?” he echoed her own words back, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.

Ananya’s lips parted, but she quickly looked away. “You wish.”

He chuckled low, clearly amused at her attempt to compose herself.

Without another word, he picked up his phone, slipped it into his pocket, and offered her his hand. “Chalein?”

Ananya nodded, placing her hand into his. Together, the two walked out of their suite, their steps in sync, heading towards the awaiting car that would take them to the meeting.

The car purred to life, and Devansh took the wheel, his eyes briefly meeting Ananya’s as she settled beside him.

“You really dressed up to scare the entire corporate world, huh?” he teased, his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel.

Ananya tilted her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Scare? Me? Mr. CEO, don’t flatter yourself. I’m just here to do my job.”

He glanced at her, noting the way her kurti’s fabric hugged her curves and the confident tilt of her chin. “Hmm… job, right. Sure, Mrs. Singhania. Just so happens you’re distracting me from my own work.”

Ananya laughed softly, leaning back in her seat. “Distracting you? Oh, please. You’ve been staring at me since this morning. Admit it, you like it.”

“I do not stare,” he said, voice low, yet the smirk on his face betrayed him. “I merely… observe.”

“Observe, huh?” she echoed, arching a brow. “Sounds suspiciously like stalking.”

“Careful,” he said, one hand brushing over hers lightly as he adjusted the mirror. “You might enjoy it too much if I actually stalk you.”

Ananya’s cheeks warmed, but she quickly masked it. “I’m immune to stalking, remember? I’ve survived worse.”

Devansh leaned slightly closer, their shoulders brushing, and whispered, “Survived worse, huh? And yet… you still let me tease you.”

She bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. “Maybe I just enjoy watching you get all flustered instead.”

He laughed softly, the low sound rumbling in his chest, and let his fingers graze hers once more, just enough to make her shiver. “Careful, Mrs. Singhania. Keep teasing me, and you’ll regret it in the bedroom.”

She shot him a daring glance. “Boardroom or bedroom, Mr. Singhania, I don’t scare easily.”

The car rolled on, their playful banter hanging in the air, laced with the kind of tension that only two people who knew each other so well yet were slowly discovering deeper feelings could share. Outside, the city sped by, but inside the car, the world had shrunk to just the two of them.

The car glided to a smooth stop outside a towering glass building. Devansh parked and looked at Ananya with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Alright, Mrs. Singhania, time to switch off the charming mischief mode and put on your serious CISO face. Think you can handle that?”

Ananya smirked, adjusting her blazer. “I think I can manage, Mr. CEO. But don’t be surprised if I give you the occasional glare during the meeting.”

Devansh laughed softly, opening her door. “Duly noted. I’ll tread carefully… maybe.”

Inside, the lobby was modern, with sleek lines and a minimalist design. They were escorted to a conference room where Mr. Harrison was already seated, reviewing some papers. He looked up and smiled warmly as they entered.

“Mr. Singhania, Ms. Rathore, thank you for joining me today,” Harrison said, extending his hand to Devansh first, then Ananya.

“Pleasure is ours, Mr. Harrison,” Devansh replied, shaking his hand firmly.

Ananya nodded politely, taking a seat beside Devansh and setting her tablet on the table. She opened it, reviewing the agenda. “Let’s ensure we cover the cybersecurity protocols and compliance updates first,” she said. Her voice was calm, professional, yet carried that subtle authority that made people immediately listen.

Devansh glanced at her, his jaw tightening slightly as he noticed her posture, the way the fabric of her shirt and blazer outlined her curves even in professional attire. “Scary serious,” he murmured quietly, just enough for her to hear.

Ananya rolled her eyes, lips twitching in amusement. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, Mr. Singhania,” she whispered back.

Harrison cleared his throat and began, “I’ve prepared the quarterly review and some proposals for upgrading the IT security infrastructure. I’d like your inputs on the risk assessment metrics…”

As Harrison spoke, Ananya interjected politely but confidently, highlighting potential security loopholes and suggesting modifications. Devansh leaned slightly closer, subtly placing a hand over hers as she swiped through her tablet, a silent gesture of support.

Ananya noticed the touch and felt her heart skip a beat, but kept her focus. “If we implement these layered encryption protocols, it will mitigate at least 70% of potential breaches,” she explained.

Devansh nodded approvingly, occasionally adding technical points of his own. Harrison looked impressed, seeing how seamlessly they collaborated. Their small shared smiles and glances didn’t go unnoticed, though neither admitted the subtle intimacy.

Halfway through, Ananya paused to point out a crucial security loophole. “If this system isn’t updated, it could compromise client data. I recommend immediate patch deployment and access-level restrictions.”

Devansh added, “I concur. Also, scheduling regular audits will ensure compliance isn’t compromised over time.”

Harrison leaned back, clearly impressed. “I must say, your teamwork is remarkable. It’s rare to see such synchronicity.”

Ananya gave a tiny, satisfied smile, and Devansh mirrored it subtly. Later, when they were wrapping up, Harrison concluded, “I feel confident moving forward with your recommendations. Thank you both for your detailed inputs.”

As they left the conference room, Devansh whispered softly beside her, “See? All serious now. Not a single joke escaped us… impressive, Mrs. Singhania.”

Ananya smirked, brushing past him. “Don’t push your luck, Mr. Singhania. You’ll regret it.”

Devansh watched her, a small, darkly amused smile tugging at his lips, thinking to himself how difficult it was to focus when she looked like that — poised, brilliant, and utterly captivating.

As the meeting drew to a close, Mr. Harrison closed his laptop and leaned back slightly. “Mr. Singhania, Ms. Rathore, I must say your insights today were invaluable. I appreciate the thoroughness and professionalism you both brought to the table.”

Devansh nodded, adjusting his cufflinks. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. It’s always good to ensure the systems are robust and secure.”

Ananya added, her tone composed yet courteous, “We’re committed to maintaining the highest standards of cybersecurity. It’s essential for client trust and long-term business continuity.”

Harrison smiled warmly. “Absolutely. And on that note, we have organized a small gathering this evening — a networking dinner and party with some of our key clients and partners. I kindly request you both to join us, Mr. and Mrs. Singhania.”

Devansh’s jaw tightened slightly, but he remained professional. “We appreciate the invitation, Mr. Harrison. We will attend.”

Ananya inclined her head politely. “Thank you for including us. We look forward to it.”

Harrison gestured toward the door. “Excellent. I’ll have my team share the details and the timing with you. Once again, thank you for your time today.”

Devansh rose from his seat, offering his hand. “It’s our pleasure.”

Ananya followed suit, her presence poised and composed. “Indeed. We’re happy to contribute.”

As they walked out of the conference room, Devansh kept glancing at her, subtly impressed by how naturally she balanced professionalism and grace.

Devansh and Ananya stepped into the sleek black car waiting outside the Harrison building. Devansh settled into the driver’s seat, while Ananya slid into the passenger side, her fingers brushing against the smooth leather as she adjusted herself.

The car glided smoothly onto the road. For a few moments, silence settled between them, comfortable yet filled with unspoken thoughts. Devansh glanced at her and smirked.

“You know, for someone who spends most of her day buried in files and reports, you look strangely relaxed now,” he teased, his tone soft but carrying a hint of mischief.

Ananya rolled her eyes but smiled. “Relaxed, huh? I guess I save my energy for the car rides with my husband,” she said, her words playful, though her heart skipped a beat at the thought.

Devansh’s lips quirked up in a half-smile. “Ah, so that’s what this is — husband energy?” His gaze flickered to her as he spoke, and she caught the subtle warmth in his eyes.

“You’re really going to make me answer that?” she replied, mock indignation in her voice, yet she couldn’t help but look at him.

“I’m just observing,” he said casually, though his fingers tightened ever so slightly on the steering wheel. “You have this… way of making a regular day feel complicated and interesting all at once.”

Ananya let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Complicated and interesting… that sounds like me, all right.”

The black sedan rolled to a stop in front of the hotel’s grand entrance. The valet rushed forward to open the door, but before he could, Devansh had already stepped out, his tall frame commanding the space. He rounded the car to Ananya’s side and opened the door for her.

Ananya adjusted the strap of her bag and stepped out, exhaling softly. “Finally back,” she muttered under her breath, the faintest smile tugging her lips.

Devansh caught it. “Tired already, Mrs. Singhania? We just survived a meeting; that’s hardly war.”

She shot him a sideways glance. “War would’ve been easier. At least then I wouldn’t have had to smile politely for two hours straight.”

That earned her the faintest smirk. Without another word, he placed his hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her inside the lobby. The cool air of the hotel instantly wrapped around them, contrasting sharply with the bustle of New York streets outside.

They moved past the marble-floored lobby — polished, elegant, with the faint clinking of glass and soft jazz playing in the background. Ananya’s heels clicked softly against the floor, echoing beside Devansh’s measured strides.

The elevator ride was quiet, but not empty. Devansh stood close, his presence almost brushing against her as the golden lights reflected off his sharp profile. Ananya tried to focus on the glowing numbers above the door, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering toward him for a second before quickly turning away.

The soft ding of the elevator pulled her back. Together, they walked down the quiet corridor, finally reaching their suite. Devansh slid the key card, the door unlocking with a beep.

As soon as they stepped inside, Ananya let out a small sigh and dropped onto the plush sofa, stretching her legs. “Now this… this is heaven,” she said, leaning her head back.

Devansh loosened his tie, watching her with a faint amusement. “Heaven, huh? Didn’t know all it took was a sofa to impress you.”

She cracked open one eye at him. “Well, if someone isn’t planning on carrying me around New York, then yes, this sofa is heaven.”

Devansh’s jaw tightened, his lips curling into a smirk. “Careful, Mrs. Singhania… don’t tempt me. You never know when I might take that literally.”

Ananya’s cheeks warmed as she grabbed a cushion and tossed it at him. “Shut up.”

He caught it effortlessly, the smirk still lingering.

Ananya had curled up on the sofa, hugging a cushion, her eyes closing for a brief moment of rest.

Devansh, meanwhile, loosened his tie fully and shrugged out of his blazer, tossing it neatly over the armchair. He glanced at her, lips twitching.

“You’re going to doze off in that position and wake up with a sore neck,” he said, his tone half warning, half teasing.

Ananya lazily opened her eyes. “Hmm… maybe. But right now, I don’t care. This sofa feels like it was made for me.”

Devansh shook his head, walked over, and with no warning, scooped her up into his arms.

Her eyes flew open. “Devansh! What are you—”

“Saving you from a stiff neck,” he replied calmly, carrying her toward the bed. “Don’t make it sound like a crime.”

He gently set her down on the mattress, and before she could protest further, he dropped down beside her, one arm sliding around her waist with practiced ease.

“Devansh…” she whispered, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she felt his warmth seep into her.

“Shh,” he murmured, pressing a brief kiss to her forehead. “Just sleep for a while. Tonight will be… long.”

The last words carried a hint of promise, his dark humour curling around them like smoke. Ananya swallowed, her heart thudding, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she buried her face into his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, her arms tentatively wrapping around him.

Within minutes, her breaths evened out. Devansh tilted his head slightly, watching her serene face against him. For a moment, his hardened exterior softened, and a ghost of a smile touched his lips.

“Hopeless woman,” he whispered under his breath, before closing his eyes too, letting the calm wrap around them.

The soft chime of Ananya’s phone alarm broke the silence of the suite. She stirred, shifting slightly in Devansh’s hold. His arm instinctively tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.

“Devansh…” she mumbled, blinking sleepily, “we’ll be late…”

His voice came low, rough with sleep. “For what?”

“The party. Mr. Harrison invited us… remember?” she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

Devansh cracked one eye open, a lazy smirk forming. “I do. But I also remember you clinging to me like I’m some oversized pillow. So tell me, Mrs. Singhania… who should I obey? Harrison or you?”

Ananya’s eyes flew open, and she quickly tried to push him away, her cheeks burning. “Devansh!”

He chuckled, finally releasing her and sitting up, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Relax, Come on , Let's get ready .”

Ananya huffed, grabbing a cushion and throwing it lightly at him before slipping off the bed and heading toward the wardrobe. She picked a sleek gown, hesitated for a moment, then carried it into the washroom.

When she emerged, Devansh was already buttoning up the cuffs of his crisp black suit, looking effortlessly commanding. His hair was neatly styled back, his watch glinting under the lights.

He turned when he heard her steps—and for the first time, words failed him.

Ananya stood in a deep wine-red gown, the fabric hugging her curves gracefully, with subtle shimmer catching the light. Her hair cascaded down in loose waves, her earrings brushing her neck.

Devansh’s gaze lingered, dark and unblinking. He stepped closer, his voice dropping.

“You plan to kill me tonight, Mrs. Singhania?”

Ananya’s lips curved, though her blush betrayed her. “Why? Do I not look… decent?”

“Decent?” He scoffed softly, leaning just close enough for his breath to tickle her ear. “You look like sin wrapped in silk. And you expect me to stay sane?”

Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, fumbling with her clutch. “Let’s… let’s just go. We’ll be late.”

He smirked at her flustered state, but said nothing more, offering his hand instead. She placed hers reluctantly in his, and together, they left the suite—two figures ready to conquer the night.

The sleek black car purred smoothly along the Manhattan roads, city lights painting golden streaks on the windows. Devansh sat with his arm resting lazily on the back of the seat, his gaze fixed not on the skyline but on the woman beside him.

Ananya adjusted the slit of her gown carefully, trying not to meet his eyes. “Stop staring, Devansh.”

“I’m not staring,” he said casually, though his smirk betrayed him. “I’m just… observing.”

She arched a brow. “Observing what?”

“The way you’re pretending not to be nervous.”

“I am not nervous,” she retorted, her voice slightly sharper than intended.

His smirk deepened. “Exactly my point. Only nervous people deny it so quickly.”

Ananya rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the glittering streets outside. “You’re insufferable.”

“Hmm,” he drawled, leaning a little closer. “But you like it.”

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a scoff. “You really think too highly of yourself.”

Devansh chuckled, his voice low, teasing. “And you think far too much about me, Mrs. Singhania.”

She froze, her lips parting as her heartbeat quickened. Before she could reply, the car slowed to a stop in front of an opulent building, dazzling with lights and lined with luxury cars.

Devansh straightened, offering his hand with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Shall we, partner?”

Ananya placed her hand in his, lifting her chin with false composure. “Try not to embarrass me inside, Mr. Singhania.”

He smirked, leaning close enough for only her to hear. “Oh, I plan to do the opposite.”

With that, they stepped out together, every head turning as the power couple entered the night.

The grand chandelier above the ballroom glistened like a thousand captured stars. Guests in shimmering gowns and tailored suits mingled with champagne glasses in hand, laughter and soft jazz filling the air.

The doors parted, and in walked Devansh and Ananya Singhania. Heads turned instantly—whispers rippled like a current across the hall. Devansh, dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, carried the air of power with effortless ease. Beside him, Ananya in her elegant gown glowed with grace, her soft curls framing her face. Together, they looked untouchable.

Mr. Harrison, spotted them and walked forward with a broad smile.

“Mr. Singhania, Mrs. Singhania,” he greeted warmly, extending his hand. “I cannot tell you how pleased I am that you both accepted my invitation.”

Devansh shook his hand firmly. “It’s our pleasure, Mr. Harrison. You’ve been a valuable partner to Singhania Group for a long time. We wouldn’t have missed it.”

Ananya added with a polite smile, “Your hospitality is always impeccable. Thank you for having us.”

Mr. Harrison’s eyes twinkled. “The pleasure is all mine. Tonight isn’t just a gathering—it’s a celebration of trust and success. And with you two here, it feels complete.”

Waiters passed with trays of champagne, but Devansh subtly declined, while Ananya accepted a glass with poise.

“I hope you both enjoy yourselves,” Mr. Harrison continued. “There will be a small address later, but until then, the evening is yours. Do mingle, our associates have been eager to meet you.”

Devansh nodded. “Of course. We’ll make sure to.”

As Mr. Harrison moved on to greet another guest, Devansh leaned slightly toward Ananya, his lips curving into a smirk.

“Looks like we’re the star attraction tonight, Mrs. Singhania.”

Ananya took a graceful sip of her champagne, arching a brow. “Correction—you’re the star. I’m just the one making sure you don’t scare people away with that intimidating face.”

Devansh’s chuckle was low, meant only for her ears. “Careful, Anu. Keep talking like that and you might actually convince me to behave.”

Her lips twitched into a suppressed smile as they began walking further into the glittering crowd, every eye still following them.

The ballroom glittered with life—laughter, deals disguised as casual talk, and glasses clinking in celebration. Devansh stood in the middle of it all, surrounded by a circle of business partners. His commanding presence held everyone’s attention, each word of his precise and deliberate.

Across the hall, Ananya sat near the drink bar, swirling the golden liquid in her glass. Her eyes scanned the grand chandelier above, the sea of suits and gowns, but nothing held her interest. Same monotonous talks about numbers and mergers, she thought with a sigh, raising the glass to her lips.

That’s when a man—mid-fifties, sharp suit, slick hair, and an arrogance dripping from his smirk—slid into the seat beside her.

“Such a pretty face shouldn’t be left alone at a party like this,” he said smoothly, leaning a little too close.

Ananya arched her brow, unfazed. “And such a cheap line shouldn’t be used at a party like this.”

The man chuckled, trying again. “Come on, darling. Why waste your night sitting here, when you could enjoy it… with me?” His eyes roamed, bold and shameless.

Ananya placed her glass down, turning to him fully, her gaze razor-sharp. Her tone dropped, laced with danger.

“Do you even know who I am?”

The man blinked, faltering for the first time.

“Ananya Rathore,” she said, enunciating each syllable like a blade. “And if you think you can talk to me like that, you clearly don’t value your career… or your dignity. Choose wisely, mister—leave right now, or I’ll make sure tomorrow your name doesn’t exist in the business world anymore.”

Her words cut sharper than any knife. The man’s face paled; his smirk faltered into a nervous chuckle. Without another word, he scrambled up from the bar and disappeared into the crowd.

Across the hall, Devansh had been watching. The moment the man had approached her, his jaw had tightened, his eyes darkening with a dangerous edge. He had taken a step forward, ready to intervene, but then he saw Ananya handle it—with that boldness only she carried.

The corner of his lips curved into a smirk. He leaned back slightly, his glass of whiskey in hand.

“Mrs. Singhania…” he murmured to himself, pride flickering in his eyes, “remind me never to get on your bad side.”

Devansh finally excused himself from the group of men around him and strode towards the bar where Ananya sat, legs crossed, her glass in hand. The faintest smirk tugged his lips as he saw her twirl the liquid lazily, as though she had nothing to do with the chaos of the party.

He leaned against the counter beside her, his presence alone making her glance up.

“Getting bored?” he asked, his tone casual yet edged with curiosity.

Ananya shook her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “No… I’m just enjoying the party in my own way.” She lifted her glass and took another sip, her eyes glittering mischievously.

Devansh tilted his head, watching her for a beat longer, about to say something when a voice called from across the hall, “Mr. Singhania!”

He straightened, his jaw tightening slightly with annoyance at the interruption. Turning back to her, he leaned closer, his voice low and firm.

“Don’t drink too much,” he said, his dark eyes locking onto hers.

Ananya raised a brow but nodded obediently, though the playful twitch of her lips betrayed her.

With that, Devansh gave her one last glance before stepping away, his tall frame cutting through the crowd as he moved toward the person who had called him.

Devansh’s tall frame disappeared into the crowd, swallowed by the sea of tuxedos and glittering gowns. Ananya watched him go, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Don’t drink too much,” his words echoed in her ears.

“Hmph,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes dancing with defiance. “Mr. Singhania thinks he can order me around?”

She raised her hand slightly, and the bartender instantly appeared. “Another one,” she said smoothly, sliding her empty glass forward.

The bartender hesitated, glancing at Devansh’s retreating figure, then back at her. Ananya arched a brow, daring him. “Don’t worry, he won’t bite you.”

A chuckle escaped the bartender as he poured her another drink. Ananya lifted the glass with a smug little grin, murmuring to herself, “Let’s see what my oh-so-serious husband does when he notices this.”

She swirled the drink lazily, taking a slow sip, her gaze drifting across the hall to where Devansh was already engaged in an intense conversation with another businessman.

But even in the middle of that discussion, his eyes flicked back to her—for just a second. And when he saw the fresh glass in her hand, his jaw clenched, a storm flashing across his face.

Ananya smirked and raised the glass ever so slightly, as if in a secret toast directed only at him.

Ananya lost count after her tenth glass. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses around her—it all blended into a sweet, dizzy rhythm. She leaned her elbow on the counter, a lazy smile playing on her lips, her cheeks flushed in the soft golden lights.

“Madam, are you sure—” the bartender began, worry flickering in his tone.

“Shh…” Ananya lifted her finger to her lips, cutting him off with a mischievous grin. “I’m absolutely fine. Perfectly fine. Totally fine.” Her words slurred slightly, making the bartender chuckle nervously.

She tipped the glass back and finished it in one go.

Across the hall, Devansh’s sharp gaze kept darting back to her even as he shook hands and exchanged business pleasantries. With every new glass he saw in her hand, the muscle in his jaw ticked harder.

By the time he excused himself from the group and strode towards her, Ananya was already giggling to herself, playing with the little paper umbrella from her last drink.

“Enjoying yourself, Mrs. Singhania?” Devansh’s deep voice cut through the music.

Ananya turned, her eyes glassy yet glowing. “Devaansh…” she dragged his name like a melody, pointing a finger at him. “You… told me not to drink too much.” She giggled. “But guess what? I did.”

Devansh’s lips pressed into a thin line, torn between frustration and amusement. “Unbelievable.”

“Unbelievable? No, no,” she shook her head furiously, strands of her hair falling free. “What’s unbelievable is that you—” she poked his chest, her finger lingering—“married someone as fun as me… and still, you’re boringgg.”

Her words earned a few curious glances from people around them, but Devansh didn’t care. With one swift motion, he set her empty glass down on the counter and slid an arm firmly around her waist.

“That’s enough for tonight,” he muttered darkly.

Ananya pouted dramatically. “Nooo… one more… just oneee—”

Her plea was cut short as Devansh bent close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “If you say another word, Mrs. Singhania, I swear I’ll carry you out of here to th hotel and consequences won't be fine.”

That shut her up. For a moment.

Then she burst into a tipsy giggle. “Oho… consequences and all huh!!.”

Devansh tightened his grip around her waist, practically dragging her away from the counter.

“Devanshhh,” Ananya whined, stumbling a little but refusing to stop talking, “why are you kidnapping me in my own party?!”

“It’s not your party, it’s a business gathering,” he gritted out, leading her through the curious crowd.

She gasped dramatically, clutching his shirt with both hands. “Business gathering… my foot! These people are boring. So boring. You know what they should do? Hire me as their entertainer.” She giggled, swaying against him.

Devansh’s jaw clenched. “Anu, stop talking nonsense.”

She tilted her head up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Nonsense? Tch tch. You don’t appreciate fine art, Mr. Singhania. This—” she waved her hand around drunkenly—“is called fun.”

They reached the exit. Devansh stopped a waiter who almost bumped into them. “Move,” he snapped coldly.

Ananya leaned closer to his ear and whispered loudly enough for the waiter to hear, “See? He thinks he’s Batman.” Then she broke into peals of laughter, clutching her stomach.

Devansh closed his eyes, exhaling a sharp breath. “God give me patience.”

As they stepped outside into the cooler night air, she tugged on his collar. “You know what your problem is, Devansh?”

“What now?” he muttered, still pulling her towards the car.

“You’re hot. Like… really hot.” She squinted her eyes at him, her lips quirking. “But also soooo boring. Hot plus boring equals…” She paused, pretending to think deeply. “…equals disaster husband.”

Devansh stopped in his tracks, staring down at her with sheer disbelief.

She poked his chest again. “But don’t worry. I’ll fix you.” Her tone was dead serious for a second before she burst out laughing again.

Without another word, Devansh scooped her up in his arms bridal-style.

Ananya gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Aiyyo! Dekho dekho… abhi sab log soch rahe honge ki yeh banda mujhe hotel ke kamre mein le jaa raha hai…” she smirked devilishly, “…aur guess what? They’re right.”

Devansh’s lips twitched despite himself, but his voice came out dark. “Say one more word, Anu, and I swear I’ll gag you with my tie.”

Her eyes widened, then she leaned closer to his ear and whispered huskily, “Kinky.”

Devansh nearly dropped her.

Devansh kicked the door to their suite open, still holding her in his arms. He strode straight to the bed and placed her down, but before he could step back, Ananya’s fingers curled around his collar.

“Leaving me already, Mr. Disaster Husband?” she whispered with a lopsided smile, her eyes heavy yet burning with mischief.

Devansh’s jaw tightened. “Anu, bas. Tumhe rest karna hai. No more drama.”

She laughed softly, low and throaty, tilting her head. “Drama? Darling… this is called premium entertainment.”

He rubbed his forehead. “God help me.”

Ananya sat up suddenly, closing the space between them. Her breath fanned across his skin as she leaned closer, her lips grazing dangerously near his ear. “But you don’t need God… you’ve got me.”

Before Devansh could reply, she pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. His eyes fluttered shut instantly, breath hitching.

“Anu…” his voice was strained, almost a warning. “Stop. You’re drunk.”

But she didn’t. Her lips trailed higher, brushing along his jaw, while her hands roamed boldly across his chest, feeling the hard lines beneath his shirt.

Devansh’s hands twitched at his sides, his control slipping by the second. He finally gripped her wrists gently, stopping her movements. His voice came out low, husky, and dangerous, “Don’t test me, Mrs. Singhania. You have no idea what line you’re crossing right now.”

Ananya smirked, tilting her head like a challenge. “Maybe I want to cross it…” she whispered, before leaning in again, lips brushing his skin.

Devansh sucked in a sharp breath, every muscle in his body tense as desire and restraint battled within him.

Her smirk only deepened as she watched his eyes darken. “Kya hua, Mr. Singhania?” she whispered, lips dangerously close to his ear. “Dar gaye mujhse?”

Devansh’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, his jaw locked tight. “Anu… stop or I'll lose my control.” His voice was gravelly, low, and almost threatening, but she could feel the tremor of restraint in it.

Her laugh was soft, daring. “Toh kho do na…” she breathed, brushing her lips against his jaw again, her hands sliding lower over his chest. “Main rok rahi hoon kya?”

His breath hitched, a low curse escaping his lips. He gripped her wrists tighter this time, pinning them against the bed on either side of her. He hovered over her, his face just inches away, his breath hot and uneven.

“Tumhe lagta hai tum games khel rahi ho, Ananya?” Devansh muttered, his eyes blazing into hers. “Tumhe pata hi nahi… ke tum kiske saath khel rahi ho.”

For a moment, Ananya’s breath faltered, the intensity in his gaze sending shivers down her spine. But she quickly masked it with a mischievous smirk. “Maybe I like dangerous games…” she whispered, arching closer to him, her lips brushing his again in a feather-light tease.

Devansh’s entire body went rigid, desire threatening to snap his iron control. He closed his eyes for a second, drew in a ragged breath, then suddenly pulled away.

In one swift move, he tucked her under the duvet, his hand brushing her hair back from her flushed face. “Bas. Enough for tonight.” His tone was final, but his voice was husky, betraying how close he was to losing himself.

Ananya pouted, her lips curving into a sly smile. “Scared of your own wife, Mr. Singhania?” she teased in a singsong voice, clearly drunk but still bold.

Devansh leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, sending another wave of shivers through her. “I’m not scared, Mrs. Singhania,” he whispered darkly. “I’m just making sure that when I do take what’s mine… you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

Ananya’s breath caught in her throat, eyes wide, cheeks flaming. Before she could reply, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead and stood up.

“Now… sleep, meri jaan,” he said, his smirk dangerous yet tender, before switching off the light and settling beside her, pulling her close against his chest.

Ananya’s playful smirk slowly faded as she rested her head against Devansh’s chest, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. Her voice came out softer this time, almost trembling.

“Dev…” she whispered, her breath uneven. “Do you… ever think… maybe I don’t deserve you?”

Devansh froze for a second, his heart lurching at her words. “Kya bakwaas kar rahi ho tum?” he asked sharply, pulling back just enough to see her face.

Her eyes were glassy, a mixture of drink and raw emotion. “No, listen…” she said, her voice cracking slightly. “Meri zindagi mein sirf daag hain… bas chhupane ki koshish karti hoon. Log hamesha kehte aaye hain ki main ek shame hoon… ek burden. Aur kabhi kabhi…” she swallowed hard, her lips trembling, “kabhi kabhi main bhi maan leti hoon unki baatein.”

Devansh’s chest tightened. He cupped her face firmly, making her look at him. “Jisko joh bolna hai bole but you are not a shame you are not a burden Anu.” His tone was rough, angry not at her but at the pain she was carrying.

But Ananya gave a broken laugh, shaking her head. “Tumhe pata hai… har baar main has ke sab kuch chhupane ki koshish karti hoon. Par andar se… I’m terrified, Dev. Kya hoga agar tum bhi ek din… mujhe chod ke chale gaye?” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Main sab seh loongi… par tum nahi.”

Devansh’s jaw clenched, his throat tight. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as if he could shield her from her own fears. His voice was low but filled with conviction.

“Ananya… aankhon mein dekh ke meri baat suno,” he demanded. When she hesitated, he tilted her chin up. “Tum meri ho. Aur main tumhe kabhi nahi chhodunga. Samjhi? Tum perfect ho… flaws ke saath, scars ke saath, sab ke saath. Aur jisne tumhe shame kaha na… woh meri aankhon mein zinda laash hai.”

Her breath hitched, tears slipping down her cheeks. She buried her face in his chest, clutching him tightly, as if afraid he might disappear. “Promise?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Devansh pressed a fierce kiss to her hair, his own eyes shutting. “Not promise, Ananya… kasam hai tumhari. Main tumhara hoon. Aur sirf tumhara.”

For the first time in years, Ananya let her guard fall completely, sobbing softly into his chest while Devansh held her, his hand stroking her hair, his grip unyielding.

In that moment, beneath the dim glow of the room, it wasn’t just passion or teasing — it was two souls finding a home in each other’s scars.

Ananya’s hands fisted in his shirt, her voice trembling yet burning with pain.

“Then why don’t you love me, Dev? Why?”

Devansh’s breath caught. For a second, the world around him stilled. Her words pierced through every wall he had so carefully built, every chain he had bound himself with.

“Ananya…” he rasped, his voice heavy, almost broken. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Her teary eyes lifted to his, shimmering under the dim lights. “I’m not asking anything, Dev. I just… I just need to know. Tum itna sab karte ho mere liye, mujhe protect karte ho, mujhe sambhalte ho… phir bhi dil ke iss kone mein, tum mujhe kabhi apna bana ke kyun nahi dekhte?” Her voice cracked. “Am I not enough for you?”

Devansh’s jaw clenched, his chest heaving as if fighting a battle within himself. He cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a tear even as his own eyes darkened.

“Bas… phir kabhi aisa mat kehna,” he said hoarsely. “You are more than enough, Ananya. Tum meri zindagi ki sabse precious cheez ho.”

She blinked at him, confused and hurt. “Then… phir kyun? Kya tum ab bhi… usse pyaar karte ho?” Her voice dropped into a whisper, sharp like a dagger.

Devansh shut his eyes, her words reopening wounds he thought had scabbed over. Memories of his past flashed—his first love, his heartbreak, the void he had buried deep. When he opened his eyes again, they were stormy.

“Mujhe lagta tha main dobara kabhi pyaar nahi kar paunga,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Mujhe lagta tha mera dil… mar gaya hai. Aur tum… tum aayi meri zindagi mein jaise tufaan. Mujhe hila diya, mujhe majboor kar diya phir se feel karne pe. Aur main…” He exhaled sharply, his forehead pressing against hers. “Main ab tak khud se lad raha hoon, Ananya. Kyunki tum meri weakness bhi ho… aur meri sabse badi strength bhi.”

Tears streamed down Ananya’s face, but she didn’t look away. “Then stop fighting, Dev…” she whispered, her lips trembling. “Bas… mujhe apna lene do.”

For a moment, he just stared at her — the woman who had unknowingly broken through his carefully guarded heart. His hand slid into her hair, pulling her closer, his voice a tortured whisper against her lips:

“Ananya… tumhe andaza bhi nahi hai, main tumse kitna—” He cut himself off, his breath shaky, unable to say the word yet. But his eyes… his eyes screamed everything he still held back.

Devansh’s breath fanned over her lips as his grip on her tightened, his voice breaking into a whisper.

“Ananya… tumhe andaza bhi nahi hai, main tumse kitna—”

He froze. The word sat on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back like poison. His jaw clenched, eyes squeezing shut as if fighting himself.

“Kitna… tum meri zindagi mein important ho,” he finished, his tone rough, almost pained.

Ananya’s glassy eyes searched his face, confused by his restraint. “Phir rokte kyun ho apne aapko, Dev? Kya tumhe dar lagta hai mujhse?” she asked, her voice trembling, lips dangerously close to his.

Devansh’s thumb brushed her cheek, slow and aching. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell her everything — how she had rebuilt his shattered world, how she had stolen the very breath he thought he’d lost forever. But instead, he whispered, dark and low, “Dar tumse nahi, Ananya… apne aap se hai. Mere dil se hai. Us dard se hai jisse main tumhe kabhi guzarne nahi de sakta.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes, her lips quivering. “Phir mujhe kyun itna paas aane dete ho?” she whispered.

His forehead pressed against hers, his chest rising and falling sharply. “Kyunki chahe jitna bhi bhaag loon, tum meri sabse badi zarurat ban chuki ho.”

Her heart thudded, the words sinking deep, but before she could say anything, Devansh gently cupped the back of her head and pulled her into his chest, hiding her face there. “Bas… ab chup ho jao, Anu,” he murmured, stroking her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “Tumhe samajh aayega… ek din.”

She clutched his shirt, her tears dampening the fabric, and slowly her trembling softened, her body melting into his warmth.

Devansh closed his eyes, his lips brushing the crown of her head as he whispered into the silence — words so soft only the night heard them:

“Ek din… main tumse sab keh dunga. Tum meri ho, Ananya… sirf meri.”

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