Note:- This chapter contains mature content read at your own risk.

The night sky was studded with diamonds, the moonlight gently kissing the earth as Ananya and Devansh stood wrapped in each other’s arms. Her head rested against his chest, his heartbeat steady and strong beneath her ear, while his arms held her like she was the most precious treasure he’d ever owned.

Devansh pressed a soft kiss on her hairline and whispered in his husky voice,

“I have one more surprise for you, Anya.”

Ananya tilted her head up, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“What is it, Dev?” she asked, her voice carrying both excitement and confusion.

But Devansh only smirked, not answering. Instead, he slowly brought his hand up and gently placed it over her eyes.

“Devansh! What are you doing?” she laughed nervously, clutching at his arm.

“Shhh… no questions, Mrs. Singhania,” he murmured close to her ear, his tone playful yet commanding. “Just trust me.”

Her lips curved into a smile as she let out a soft sigh. “Fine, but if I fall, you’ll be the one responsible, Mr. Singhania.”

“Then I’ll catch you before you even stumble,” he replied smoothly, making her cheeks heat.

With his palm still covering her vision, Devansh gently guided her steps forward. The soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet mixed with the rustling leaves of the trees lining the path. His arm was firmly around her waist, steadying her every move, while his deep breaths against her ear only heightened the anticipation building in her chest.

They walked for a while, her curiosity growing with each step. Ananya clutched his wrist that shielded her eyes and teased, “Dev, if you don’t reveal it soon, I’ll die of suspense.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich. “Patience, sweetheart. You’ll thank me later.”

Finally, they stopped. Devansh slowly slid his hand away from her eyes, his fingers brushing along her cheek deliberately, sending a shiver through her.

“Ready?” he whispered, his lips dangerously close to her ear.

Ananya’s heart pounded. She nodded lightly.

When her eyes fluttered open, the sight before her stole her breath.

A sprawling mansion stood in front of them, bathed in golden lights that sparkled like a dream against the velvet night. The exterior was a blend of classic and modern architecture—tall white marble pillars framed the grand entrance, while large glass windows reflected the glowing moonlight. The manicured lawns stretched endlessly, adorned with blooming flowers that swayed gently with the night breeze. A stone pathway, lined with lanterns, led up to intricately carved wooden double doors that exuded royalty and warmth.

The mansion looked straight out of a fairy tale—majestic, breathtaking, yet inviting.

Ananya gasped audibly, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes widened in disbelief, shimmering with awe.

“Dev… this… this is…” she struggled to find words, her throat tightening with emotions.

Devansh slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from the back, his chin resting on her shoulder. His lips curved into a smile as he looked at her wonder-struck expression.

“This… is for you, Anya,” he whispered, his voice low but filled with warmth.

Her heart skipped a beat as she stood frozen, staring at the mansion, still unable to comprehend what just happened.

Ananya stood rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the illuminated mansion, her breath catching in her throat. Her fingers trembled slightly as she whispered, almost to herself,

“For… me?”

Devansh’s arms tightened around her waist as he rested his cheek against her temple.

“Yes, Anya… for you. For us. For the life I want to build with you.”

Her vision blurred as unshed tears pooled in her eyes. She turned her head slightly, looking at him with disbelief, her voice breaking.

“Dev… this is too much. Why would you…?”

He gently turned her around, so she was facing him now, the golden glow of the mansion behind him making him look even more ethereal in his black suit. His eyes softened as he cupped her face in both hands.

“Because you deserve it, Anya. Every bit of happiness, every dream, every smile. For so long, I was lost in my past, chained to memories I couldn’t let go of. But then you… you came into my life and unknowingly broke every single wall I had built around me.”

Her tears slipped free, rolling down her cheeks. She clutched at his wrist, her lips quivering.

“Devansh…”

He leaned closer, his forehead touching hers.

“This mansion isn’t just bricks and walls, Anya. It’s a promise. A promise that I’m done running from my past. A promise that I’m ready to move forward—with you. This place… it’s where I see us laughing, fighting, dreaming… living. Together.”

Ananya’s chest tightened with a rush of emotions. She looked back at the glowing mansion, then at him, her tears flowing freely now. Her lips curved into a trembling smile.

“Do you even know how long I’ve dreamt of this, Dev? Not the mansion… but this—us. A home. A life where it’s just you and me. Where I can wake up every day knowing that no matter what, you’ll be there beside me.”

Devansh wiped her tears tenderly with his thumbs. His voice was thick with emotion as he whispered,

“And you will. From today, that’s my vow.”

Overwhelmed, Ananya threw her arms around him, hugging him so tightly that it felt like she was afraid to let him go. Her tears dampened his shirt, but he didn’t care. He simply wrapped her up in his embrace, burying his face in her hair, closing his eyes as if sealing the moment forever in his heart.

The world around them faded—the night, the lights, the mansion—all that remained was their heartbeat echoing against each other.

Devansh laced his fingers with Ananya’s and slowly led her through the massive double doors of the mansion. The moment they stepped inside, Ananya gasped softly.

The grand hall was bathed in golden light. Tall candles flickered on the edges, fairy lights trailed across the walls, and in the center was a table for two—draped in ivory cloth, with a vase of fresh roses and crystal glasses catching the glow of chandeliers above.

Ananya pressed her hand to her lips, her eyes wide.

“Dev… this… this is magical.”

Devansh smiled at her reaction, his chest swelling with pride. He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles against her cheek.

“I wanted our first dinner as… us… to be unforgettable.”

Before she could answer, soft music filled the hall, echoing gently against the high ceilings. Devansh extended his hand toward her and bowed slightly, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“May I have this dance, Mrs. Singhania?”

Ananya’s heart skipped a beat. She placed her hand in his, whispering,

“Always.”

He drew her close, one arm wrapping securely around her waist, the other guiding her hand as they began to sway to the rhythm. Their movements were slow, deliberate—every step pulling them deeper into each other.

Ananya rested her head against his chest, her lips curving into a smile as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Devansh lowered his head, his lips brushing against her hair. They turned slowly in circles, her saree brushing against his trousers, her bangles softly clinking in rhythm with the music.

With every spin he gave her, Devansh pulled her back closer, holding her tighter than before. His thumb caressed her waist through the delicate fabric of her saree, sending shivers up her spine. Ananya, in return, looped her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes with a tenderness that left him speechless.

The dance stretched on, unhurried and intimate. Sometimes he spun her, watching her laughter echo in the hall like a melody. Sometimes they just stood still, foreheads pressed together, swaying gently, lost in each other’s world.

When the music finally softened, Devansh leaned down, brushing his lips across her knuckles.

“You have no idea how much this moment means to me.”

Ananya looked at him with glassy eyes, whispering,

“And to me, Dev. More than I can ever say.”

Just then, Devansh signaled with a subtle nod. From the far end of the hall, butlers appeared quietly, wheeling in trays covered in silver lids. They set the table with precision—steaming dishes, soft breads, wine poured into waiting glasses—before leaving with a bow, giving them their privacy.

Devansh pulled out a chair with a smirk.

“Your throne, Mrs. Singhania.”

Ananya chuckled softly, settling into the chair.

“Throne? Or trap?”

“Maybe both,” he replied smoothly, seating himself across from her.

The two of them began their dinner, laughter and teasing flowing as easily as the wine. The flickering candles, the glow of the chandeliers, and the promise in Devansh’s eyes made the entire night feel like something out of a dream.

The night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of water as the pool lights shimmered in shades of blue and silver. Devansh and Ananya sat side by side at the pool’s edge, their legs dipped lazily into the water. Ripples danced around their feet, catching the reflections of the stars above.

Ananya leaned her head on Devansh’s shoulder, and he instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her closer. For a few moments, they sat in silence, just enjoying the stillness. Then, in a soft voice, she asked:

“Dev… when did you come to know that I… that I love you?”

Devansh turned his head slightly, his lips curving into a small smile.

“That night, Kabir said it to me.”

Ananya instantly sat up straight, her eyes widening.

“Kutta saala!” she hissed.

Devansh blinked, confused. “Huh? What?!”

She rolled her eyes. “Tumhe nahi… usse. Usko kitni baar bola hai apna muh bandh rakha kare, par usse sunna hi nahi hai! Ek din toh main uska gala ghont dungi, dekhna tum.”

Devansh chuckled, shaking his head. “Poor Kabir… he literally saved me from being the biggest idiot alive. Aur tum ho ki uska khoon karne pe tuli ho.”

Ananya smirked wickedly, tilting her head. “Arre, khoon karungi toh stylish tareeke se karungi… poisoned whiskey, ya phir pool mein dhakka deke… ‘accident’ lagna chahiye, samjhe?”

Devansh laughed under his breath, resting his chin on her hair. “Remind me never to get on your bad side, Mrs. Singhania.”

Ananya’s lips curved into a devilish smile. “Oh, abhi tak toh tum mere good side pe ho… bas kabhi gaddari mat karna. Warna tumhare liye bhi ek ‘accident’ design kar dungi.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Kya baat hai… itni possessive ho tum?”

She hummed dramatically. “Nahi, bas tumhe kisi aur ke saath sochti hoon toh dimaag ka fuse ud jaata hai. Aur waise bhi… ek baar bol diya ki meri property ho, toh bas ho.”

Devansh smirked, tightening his arm around her waist. “So that’s why you think I was behaving strange? Because Kabir spilled your ‘little secret’?”

Ananya pouted, nudging him with her shoulder. “Of course! Tumhari woh chhup-chhup ke wali looks,woh teasings, woh random smirks… mujhe laga tumhe shayad koi bhoot chadh gaya hai. Par ab samajh aaya… tum toh apne dil ke bhoot se lad rahe the.”

Devansh chuckled darkly, his voice dropping low. “Dil ka bhoot? Tumhe nahi lagta ki woh tum hi ho? Tum toh tab se mere dimaag mein ghus gayi thi, aur nikalne ka naam hi nahi liya.”

Ananya smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Well… get used to it, Mr. Singhania. Main tumhare dimaag, dil aur zindagi—teenon mein permanent ghost ban chuki hoon.”

Devansh tilted his head, pretending to sigh in defeat. “Bas yehi bacha tha… ek shaitani bhootni meri biwi ke roop mein.”

Ananya’s laughter rang through the night, echoing across the quiet poolside.

Ananya was still laughing, her cheeks glowing under the soft pool lights. Devansh kept watching her, his eyes softening despite the wicked smirk on his lips.

He leaned in, his voice husky near her ear.

“You know… agar tum bhootni ho, toh mujhe kabhi exorcism karne ka mann nahi karega.”

Ananya turned to him, mock-gasping. “Matlab tumhe darr nahi lagta mujhse?”

Devansh smirked, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand. “Darr? Tumse? Ananya… tumse main sirf ek hi cheez se darta hoon.”

Her laughter faded, curiosity glimmering in her eyes. “Aur woh kya?”

He held her gaze, the teasing gone, replaced with raw sincerity. “Tumhe kho dena.”

Ananya’s breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, her eyes softening, the playfulness melting into emotion. Slowly, she placed her palm over his chest, right where his heart beat.

“Aur main… tumse isliye darti hoon ki tum mujhse door ho jaoge. Tumhe paake… mujhe lagta hai ki zindagi ne sabse badi jeet de di hai.”

Devansh exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening as if holding back everything he felt. Then, without a word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss—deep, desperate, yet gentle.

Their lips moved slowly at first, savoring each other’s warmth, but soon the kiss deepened, raw emotion spilling through. Ananya’s fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer, while Devansh’s hand gripped her waist, anchoring her to him as if he never wanted to let her go.

When their lips finally parted, both were breathless. Ananya’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her flushed face framed by her loose hair. Devansh stared at her for a long moment, his gaze heavy with emotions he could no longer hide.

Without a word, he stood up and extended his hand toward her. His palm was steady, waiting. Ananya blinked, still catching her breath, before slipping her delicate hand into his. The moment her skin touched his, something unspoken passed between them.

Devansh pulled her up gently, his thumb brushing against her fingers as if reluctant to let go. But instead of releasing her, he did something that made Ananya’s heart skip a beat—he bent slightly and scooped her effortlessly into his arms.

“D–Devansh…” she gasped softly, her arms instinctively circling around his neck.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her temple. “No protests, Mrs. Singhania. Tonight, you just… stay with me.”

Her cheeks flamed at his words, her heartbeat drumming wildly against her ribcage. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, hiding the soft smile that curved her lips.

He walked with slow, measured steps, every movement exuding control, yet his grip on her was possessive, unyielding. The faint sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallway until they reached their room.

Pushing the door open with one hand, Devansh stepped inside, the dim golden lights casting a warm glow across the room. He crossed to the bed and gently lowered her onto the soft mattress, his hands lingering at her waist as if reluctant to let go.

Ananya lay there, looking up at him with wide eyes, her heart racing. Devansh’s shadow fell over her, and for a moment, neither spoke—the silence itself was thick with emotions.

He leaned down just enough for their breaths to mingle and whispered huskily, “Tumhe pata bhi hai, Anya… tum meri zindagi ki sabse khoobsurat aadat ban gayi ho?”

Her eyes softened, shimmering with unshed emotions, and her lips parted—but no words came out.

Devansh’s breath hitched as he hovered over her, his dark eyes searching hers, silently asking for permission. When Ananya gave a small, tremulous nod, he didn’t hesitate—his lips crashed onto hers with fierce urgency. The kiss was hungry, teasing, and full of fire; his teeth gently bit, nibbling at her bottom lip as his hands framed her face. The world shrank until there was only the electric spark between them.

His lips trailed down, from her mouth to her jaw, where he pressed tender kisses, then sharper bites that made her shiver. Moving lower, he claimed the delicate skin of her neck with soft sucking and teasing nibbles. Ananya’s hands tangled wildly in his thick hair, pulling him closer, tilting her head to give him full access. A soft moan escaped her lips—an intoxicating sound that fueled his desire even more.

“Anu...” Devansh’s voice was low, thick with want, but his eyes held a flicker of concern. “We can wait, if you want.”

Before he could say more, Ananya shifted, flipping their positions so she was now hovering over him. She leaned down, lips brushing his, biting and nibbling with a playful hunger. “I don't want to wait,” she whispered against his mouth.

His hands immediately found her waist, pulling her tight against him, skin pressing deliciously close. Ananya’s lips moved down his jaw and neck, her teeth tracing fiery patterns that made him groan deep in his chest. The heat between them ignited, wild and unstoppable.

With a swift, sure motion, Devansh flipped her again, reclaiming his place above her. Their lips met once more—this kiss deeper, more commanding, both of them lost in the raw, desperate passion of their first night together.

Every touch, every breath, every whispered sound was a promise sealed in fire and desire.

Ananya’s lips claimed Devansh’s in a ferocious kiss, her hands sliding under his blazer with bold urgency. She removed the fabric off his shoulders, flinging it aside like a barrier torn down between them. Her fingertips roamed over his chest, tracing the hard planes beneath his skin, while Devansh’s hands gripped her waist and slid slowly down to rest on the curve of her thighs, pulling her impossibly closer.

Their mouths moved against each other with desperate hunger, a fire sparked between them that neither could—or wanted to—extinguish. Devansh’s tongue brushed lightly against her lips, then, tasting her invitation, slipped inside her mouth, exploring with slow, deliberate passion. Ananya melted into the sensation, her breath hitching as their kiss deepened, shadows of want and need wrapping around them like a shroud.

He pinched her waist sharply, eliciting a soft gasp that matched the racing beat of their hearts. Seizing the moment, Devansh plunged his tongue deeper, tasting her fully, their mouths moving in a wild, intoxicating rhythm that blurred space and time. At last, gasping for air, they broke apart — breaths mingled and ragged.

Slowly, his hand drifted upwards and rested on the edge of her pallu. His gaze locked with hers—silent, searching—and when she nodded, he undid it gently, letting the delicate fabric fall away. Devansh’s lips descended to kiss the pale expanse of her collarbone, worshipping it with soft sucks and teasing bites that made her shiver uncontrollably.

Ananya’s fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling him closer as his kisses moved lower, tracing the curve of her shoulders, the delicate hollow above her cleavage, each touch charged with dark devotion. His mouth claimed her skin desperately, as though he could taste the fire beneath her calm exterior.

Devansh’s lips moved with fierce intent, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her skin. His hands gripped her waist tightly, holding her close as Ananya arched her back, aching for more of his touch. His mouth sucked and bit at her, leaving trails of fire that made her moan, "Ahh..." low and raw, betraying every pulse of desire coursing through her.

He lifted his head slightly, eyes dark and burning as he whispered against her skin, “You’re mine tonight, Anu. Every inch, every breath... I’m taking it all.”

Her boldness surged in response, her voice husky, “Take me then,” she dared him, her hands already trembling with anticipation as they moved to his shirt.

Slowly, sensually, her fingers found the first button, her touch gentle yet deliberate. One by one, she undid them, the slight tremble in her hands not from fear but nerves of excitement, of surrender. The drag of fabric slipping off his powerful chest made her pulse quicken; her eyes locked on his, wordlessly asking if this was truly real.

“Not holding back?” she whispered with a teasing smirk.

Devansh’s growl was a promise as she peeled the shirt away, revealing skin that she yearned to explore next. “Never,” he said darkly, pulling her even closer to claim what was already his.

Devansh’s lips found the tender column of her neck, and he kissed it with a dark, slow intensity that made her skin simmer beneath his touch. Each kiss was a claim—hot, possessive, as if marking her as his in a secret language only they understood. His tongue traced agonizingly slow circles, teasing sensitive skin while his teeth grazed lightly, sharp and demanding. The sensation was raw, intoxicating, and an exquisite kind of torture.

His hand moved up, cupping one of her breasts through the thin fabric, fingers squeezing just enough to draw a breathless moan from her lips—“Ahh...” she gasped, her body arching into him, craving more.

Without hesitation, his mouth descended to the exposed skin of her breast, lips crushing, sucking, and biting with fierce hunger. The night around them pulsed with their shared need—dark, urgent, and unstoppable.

“Dev...” she moaned, the sound low and desperate, filled with need.

His voice was a dark, low growl near her ear. “You’re mine, Ananya. Every trace, every sigh—only for me.” His fingers tangled in the hook of her blouse, tightening their grip. “Say yes.”

Her voice came in a trembling whisper, “Yes.”

Without a word, Devansh undid the hook and peeled the blouse off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin clad only in the delicate lace of her bra. His eyes darkened to a shade of hungry desire that made her shiver. He leaned down and kissed her exposed breast with fierce devotion, lips moving worshipfully over the soft skin.

“Ansh...” she moaned breathlessly.

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, voice low and teasing but edged with command. “What did you say?”

She blinked, innocently, “Nothing.”

His grip on her waist tightened, fingers digging in just so. “Come on, Mrs. Singhania. Tell me what you said.”

Her breath hitched with boldness tempered by anticipation. “Ansh.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Devansh crushed his lips to hers again, their mouths moving in perfect, heated sync—dark, deep, and demanding. Each kiss was a declaration, a promise, and a consuming fire, sealing them together in the shadows of the night.

Devansh’s hands moved with deliberate hunger, gripping the delicate fabric of her saree and tugging it slowly away from her body. The silk slipped like water, falling silent but leaving Ananya exposed in nothing but her saree shapewear and lace bra—fragile, yet fiercely seductive beneath his ravenous gaze.

His eyes darkened, thick with possessiveness as he leaned down, lips claiming the sensitive skin of her shoulder with an open-mouthed kiss that tasted of need and promise. His lips trailed along the curve of her collarbone, then lower, leaving a trail of fire where they touched.

“Anu...” his voice was low, almost a growl, “You’re mine. Every inch, every breath—everything.”

Her breath hitched, a breathless moan slipping past her lips—soft, desperate, raw. “Dev... please...” she whispered, the boldness in her voice laced with vulnerability.

He kissed her again, teeth nibbling softly at her skin, swallowing each moan like a sacred treasure. His hands roamed with fervor, claiming her with every touch, molding her to him as if she belonged to no one else but him.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice rough, “Tell me you’re mine.”

She trembled beneath him, voice trembling with fierce need, “I’m yours... all yours.”

His grip tightened around her waist as he pressed her closer, his mouth trailing hot kisses up her neck, across her jaw, and back to hers—dark, intense, and unrelenting—as if sealing their fate in the shadows of the night.

Devansh’s hand slid slowly down her back, the heat of his touch igniting a fire beneath her skin. His fingers found the clasp of her bra, undoing it with deliberate slowness, each movement heavy with promise and possession. The fabric fell away, leaving her bare breasts exposed to the hungry darkness of his gaze.

His eyes darkened with a feral intensity as he lowered his mouth to her right breast, lips moving with a fierce devotion that spoke of ownership and desire. He kissed her skin with scorching heat, sucking harder as his teeth grazed the sensitive swell, nibbling and biting just enough to make her tremble against him. The hot, rough contact drew a long, ragged moan from her throat—

“Ahh...” raw and desperate, a surrender and a plea all at once.

Her fingers tangled fiercely in his thick hair, pulling him closer as if she needed to feel every inch of him, every breath he took against her. Her body trembled under his reckless hunger.

Without pause, Devansh shifted to her left breast, his mouth worshiping it with equal intensity. His lips sucked harder, teeth nibbling sharper, biting down ever so slightly, igniting waves of pleasure and delicious pain that made Ananya arch beneath him, her moans growing louder and more urgent—

“Anshh...”

The room echoed with the sound of desire, their shared need enveloped in shadows and fierce whispers. Each kiss, each bite, was a promise made in fire—dark, fierce, and unrelenting.

Devansh’s hand slid slowly down her thigh, tracing the smooth skin with sinful intent. The heat from his touch spread like wildfire, sending shivers of anticipation flooding through Ananya’s body. His fingers moved deliberately to the waistband of her shapewear, gripping it gently as his dark eyes locked with hers, silently asking for permission.

She nodded, breathless, giving herself over to the moment with a boldness that matched the fire burning between them.

With a swift, confident motion, he peeled the shapewear—and her panties—away, leaving her bare and exposed beneath his hungry gaze. The air around them thickened with desire as he lowered his mouth back to her thigh, pressing soft yet possessive kisses that sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her.

Devansh’s eyes darkened as he pulled back just enough to look at her face, his voice a low, husky whisper thick with desire. “You’re beautiful, Anya. More than anyone deserves.”

Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to her clit, trailing kisses that seared the skin and sent waves of delicious anticipation through her.

Ananya’s breath hitched and her back arched instinctively as his tongue flicked out, teasing her most sensitive places. His thrusts were deep and purposeful, consuming her with a fierce intensity. Her hands found his hair, tangling fiercely as her fingers dug into his skin, clutching him as if to anchor herself.

“Ahh...” she moaned, voice raw and trembling with desperate need.

The speed of his kisses and licks quickened, matched by her mounting pleasure.

“Ahh... Anshh... Ahh...” she gasped, her sounds filling the room like a dark melody of surrender.

He gripped her thighs firmly, holding them open to claim every inch, forbidding her from closing them even as her body trembled under the delicious assault.

“Anshh... I’m... I’m close...” she gasped, voice strained and breathless.

And then, with a moan that echoed in the charged air between them, she came—shaking, trembling, melting into him as he drank her release like a sacred offering, lips and tongue coaxing every gasp and moan until she was spent in his mouth.

Devansh’s eyes darkened as he pulled back just enough to look at her face, his voice a low, husky whisper thick with desire. “You’re mine Anya,only mine.”

Before she could speak, his fingers slid inside her with a sudden, hunger-driven urgency that stole the breath from her lungs.

“Tell me if it’s too much... but I want to feel you, all of you,” he murmured, his voice rough as he began to move them inside her slowly, then deeper, each thrust deliberate and commanding.

Ananya’s breath hitched, sharp gasps breaking from her lips as her body trembled beneath his touch. “Ahh... Dev... harder...” she moaned, the boldness in her voice echoing the fire roaring within her.

His fingers stroked inside her with intense rhythm, pushing deeper and slower, as he whispered, “You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to make you feel every piece of it.”

Her moans grew louder—raw and desperate—“Anshh... yes... harder...” each word a surrender and plea wrapped in fierce passion.

Devansh’s grip on her waist tightened, matching the pace of his fingers, relentless and consuming, their bodies locked in a dark, intense dance of need and possession.

As Ananya’s body tensed and trembled, she came hard on Devansh’s fingers, a loud, raw moan breaking free from deep within her. The intensity of her release echoed in the charged air, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Slowly, deliberately, Devansh withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. His lips parted as he sucked them clean, tasting her essence with a dark, possessive hunger. His eyes flickered with satisfaction as he savored the taste—the symbol of everything they shared in that moment.

Ananya’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, her breath shaky, vulnerability and desire mingling in her gaze. Without breaking the connection, Devansh leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that started slow, tender, as if savoring the sweetness between them. But the heat beneath it quickly ignited into something fiercer, more passionate—the kind of kiss that claimed, devoured, and promised everything.

Their foreheads pressed together when they finally broke apart, breaths mingling in the quiet room. Devansh’s voice was soft but commanding as he whispered, “Take some rest, jaana.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a touch both protective and reverent. Ananya, still gasping for air, closed her eyes, her body finally allowing itself to relax. Soon, sleep pulled her under, soft and deep.

Devansh stayed there, watching her peaceful face in the quiet shadows, brushing a final kiss to her forehead—an unspoken vow that in darkness and light, she was his.

Devansh’s fingers gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Ananya’s face as he gazed at her peacefully sleeping form. His voice, soft and steady, broke the silence like a solemn vow.

“Ananya, I swear... I will never let anything happen to you. Not ever. I loved once before—someone I thought was my forever—but she’s gone. And now, after everything, I know this is real. My heart belongs to you, and only you. No past, no ghosts. Just you. Always you.”

Devansh carefully shifted his body, pulling Ananya gently into his arms. He cradled her close, the steady rise and fall of her breath grounding him in a moment of fragile peace. Wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace, the darkness outside faded away, leaving only the quiet sanctuary of their shared night.

With one last tender kiss pressed to her temple, he closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep, holding her like she was the most precious thing in his world—because she was.

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a warm golden hue. The air was calm, the faint rustle of leaves outside blending with the steady hum of silence.

Ananya stirred in her sleep, shifting slightly against the duvet. Her lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow of dawn. The first thing her gaze fell upon was the man lying beside her.

Devansh.

His face was turned slightly toward her, his chest bare and rising rhythmically with each breath. The early light caressed the sharp lines of his jaw, softened by the calmness of slumber. A few messy strands of his dark hair had slipped onto his forehead, giving him a rare boyish charm, so different from the cold, composed businessman the world saw.

Her breath caught as flashes of the previous night washed over her—their closeness, his words, his touch. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she bit her lower lip, trying to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

Unable to resist, she shifted closer, slipping into the safety of his warmth. Wrapping her arms around him, she hugged him tightly and nuzzled her face into his chest. His scent—woody and intoxicating—wrapped around her like a familiar cocoon.

Almost instinctively, as though even in sleep he sensed her, Devansh’s arms moved. His strong hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer, holding her with a quiet possessiveness that made her heart melt. His grip tightened slightly, as if afraid she might slip away.

Ananya closed her eyes, her lips curving into a soft smile against his skin, and whispered silently in her heart—this was where she belonged.

Devansh shifted slightly, the faintest groan escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, his gaze was hazy, still wrapped in sleep. But then he felt the warmth pressed against him—the familiar softness of her.

A slow smirk curved his lips.

“Good morning, Mrs. Singhania,” he murmured, his voice deep, roughened by sleep.

Ananya instantly stilled, realizing he was awake. Her cheeks heated as she slowly lifted her head to look at him. “Uh… g-good morning,” she stammered, her voice betraying the rush of emotions flooding her.

Devansh’s eyes—still heavy-lidded but gleaming with amusement—locked onto her flushed face. He tilted his head, studying her like he was reading a secret book only he had the right to open.

“Why do I feel like someone’s cheeks are redder than a rose this morning?” he teased, his thumb brushing lightly against her hot skin.

Ananya gasped and immediately looked away, burying her face into his chest again to hide.

“W-What nonsense! It’s… it’s just the sunlight,” she mumbled, her words muffled.

Devansh chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter resonating through her. He tightened his arms around her, refusing to let her escape.

“Sunlight, huh? Then why are your ears burning too, Anu?” he whispered near her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Her eyes widened, and she pushed lightly against his chest, refusing to look at him.

“Devansh!” she whined, half-flustered, half-annoyed.

But he only smirked wider, watching her struggle with her own shyness.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, dropping a feather-light kiss on her forehead. “It’s not my fault that someone was dreaming about me and woke up looking guilty.”

Ananya’s jaw dropped, her face crimson. “I-I was not!” she snapped, glaring at him.

“Really?” he drawled lazily, leaning back against the pillows with his arms still around her. “Then why can’t you even meet my eyes?”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. And seeing her lost for words, Devansh chuckled again, finally resting his chin on her hair, his teasing tone softening into something more tender.

“Don’t worry, Anu… you look beautiful when you blush.”

Her heart skipped a beat, her protests dying on her lips. She clutched him tightly, silently giving up the battle, and melted into his arms again.

Devansh’s fingers traced lazy patterns on her waist as he smirked down at her flushed face.

“Anu…” his voice dropped, husky, edged with that teasing darkness that only he could carry. “Blushing this much in the morning? Are you remembering something?”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately buried her face in his chest, refusing to look at him. “N-No! I’m not remembering anything!” she mumbled, her voice muffled.

Devansh chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. He tilted her chin up with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Really? Because I clearly remember someone begging me not to stop last night…”

Ananya’s breath hitched. “Devansh!” she gasped, shoving his shoulder lightly, her entire face crimson. “Shut up!”

He laughed, catching her wrists easily and pinning them against his chest, his smirk widening.

“Why should I, Mrs. Singhania? You’re making it too easy for me. One look at your face and I know you remember every single thing we did.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how flustered she was.

“You’re impossible,” she whispered, cheeks burning.

Devansh leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Maybe,” he murmured darkly, “but you love me this way.”

Her breath caught again, and despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t deny it. She tightened her hold around him, hiding her face in his neck, which only made him smirk more.

Ananya was still hiding in the crook of his neck, refusing to face him. Devansh’s smirk lingered, but as he felt her heartbeat racing against his chest, something inside him softened. His teasing fingers stilled on her waist.

“Hey…” he whispered, his voice losing its earlier edge. He gently untangled her arms and cupped her face, making her look at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease you so much.”

Ananya blinked up at him, surprised by the sudden change in his tone. His eyes weren’t mocking anymore—they were dark, but this time with emotion, with an honesty that melted her.

“I just…” he paused, exhaling deeply, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. “Last night… it wasn’t just about passion, Anu. For me, it was the first time I felt free. Like… my past doesn’t own me anymore. Like I finally belong somewhere.”

Her throat tightened, tears pricking her eyes as she whispered, “And where do you belong, Dev?”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers, his voice breaking slightly as he said, “With you. Only with you.”

Her heart swelled, her tears finally slipping out. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, whispering, “I love you, Devansh… more than anything.”

He pulled her even closer, kissing her temple softly. “And I love you, Ananya. You’re not just my present… you’re my future.”

The room fell into silence, their breaths mingling, hearts steadying against each other. The teasing from before lingered like a spark, but now it was wrapped in warmth, in something far deeper.

Ananya pulled back slightly, her tears replaced with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Devansh was still brushing her cheek tenderly when she suddenly smirked and said,

“By the way… you talk like you did me a favor last night.”

Devansh blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

She leaned closer, her lips brushing dangerously near his ear as she whispered, “If I remember correctly, you were the one who nearly begged when I bit you.”

Devansh’s eyes widened, his jaw tightening. “Ananya…”

“What?” she tilted her head innocently, then trailed her finger slowly down his bare chest, “Should I remind you how you were moaning my name? Like a sinner desperate for salvation.”

He froze for a beat, utterly stunned, then a slow, dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “Oh… so my sweet Mrs. Singhania thinks she’s brave today?”

“Not brave,” she smirked, nuzzling into his neck, “Just honest. Last night, Dev… you were mine. Completely.”

Devansh’s laugh was dark, low, and deliciously amused. He flipped her onto her back in one swift motion, hovering above her, his hair falling over his forehead. “You really want to play this game, jaan? Because once I start… there’s no winning for you.”

Ananya arched a brow, utterly unbothered, her voice dripping boldness. “Who said I want to win, Mr. Singhania? Sometimes losing… is sweeter.”

For a moment, he just stared at her, eyes burning, chest rising and falling. Then he chuckled, that dangerous smirk returning. “You’re going to regret waking up this side of me, Anu.”

“And you’re going to regret underestimating me,” she shot back without hesitation.

Their breaths mingled, the air crackling with the mix of intimacy, fire, and playfulness that only they could pull off.

Devansh’s smirk deepened as he hovered above her, his hand pinning both her wrists against the pillow.

“You think you’ve learned how to play my game overnight, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice dark silk.

Ananya arched a brow, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Who said I learned? Maybe I was always better… just waiting for the right time to show you.”

Devansh’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “Careful, Anu… you’re tempting me to ruin you all over again.”

Instead of flinching, she leaned up slightly, her lips brushing against his. “Then do it. What’s stopping you?”

For the first time, Devansh faltered—her boldness knocked the air out of him. “You…” he muttered, shaking his head, “You’ve become dangerous.”

“Correction,” she whispered, tugging at his hair with her free hand. “I became yours. And you created this version of me, Dev. Now deal with it.”

Devansh chuckled darkly, his chest vibrating against hers. “God, you’ll be the death of me.”

Ananya smirked, eyes glinting. “Then what a beautiful way to die, hmm?”

That broke him. With a low growl, he crashed his lips onto hers, devouring her with a mix of frustration and desire, while she kissed him back with the same hunger, her laughter spilling between their lips. Their kiss turned playful, almost like a battle—neither wanting to give in, yet both secretly loving the way they burned together.

Finally, when they pulled apart, breathless, Ananya whispered against his lips, “Still think I can’t play your game?”

Devansh pressed his forehead to hers, his smirk never fading. “Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t just play it… you cheat.”

Devansh still hovered over her, his thumb tracing the edge of her lips as if memorizing every curve.

“You’ve grown shameless, Mrs. Singhania,” he said in a husky tone.

Ananya smirked, tilting her head. “And you love every bit of it, Mr. Singhania.”

He raised a brow. “Bold of you to assume…”

Before he could finish, she bit his lower lip lightly and whispered, “Don’t pretend. Last night, your actions betrayed you more than your words ever could.”

Devansh froze for a split second, shocked at her daring, then broke into a dark laugh. “Unbelievable. My shy little Ananya turned into this seductress overnight.”

Ananya leaned closer, brushing her lips against his ear. “Not overnight… You dragged her out. So if you’ve created a monster, Dev… don’t complain when she bites.”

That sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head, laughing under his breath, then pinned her wrists again. “Sweetheart, you’re playing with fire.”

“Then burn me,” she shot back without hesitation, her eyes glimmering with challenge.

For a moment, Devansh just stared at her—part disbelief, part admiration, part raw hunger. Then he growled low in his throat. “God help me, Anya, because I swear I’ll never let you out of my grasp again.”

He claimed her lips once more, this time slow and deep, as though sealing a vow. She clung to him, her laughter mingling with his rough groans, their banter now lost in the heat of their kiss.

Devansh carried Ananya in his arms, ignoring her light protests. “Dev! I can walk!” she said, giggling as she clutched at his shoulders.

“Not when I can do this,” he smirked, pushing open the bathroom door with his foot.

He gently placed her in the warm bubble-filled bathtub and then, without hesitation, slipped in beside her. The water embraced them both, warmth mixing with the sound of their laughter. Ananya splashed a little water at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Really, Mrs. Singhania?” Devansh raised a brow, slicking his wet hair back.

She bit her lip, pretending innocence. “What? You look better drenched.”

“You’re testing my patience,” he growled, lunging toward her. She squealed, laughing, as he caught her by the waist and pulled her closer until she was sitting snugly against him. Their playful teasing melted into soft giggles, stolen kisses, and whispered nothings.

After a while, Devansh finally got out of the tub, water dripping down his lean frame. He slipped into his black joggers and grey shirt, towel in hand, and came back to her. He crouched beside the tub, gently wrapping her in the towel. His fingers brushed against her damp skin, lingering more than necessary, his eyes soft yet intense.

“Go get ready,” he murmured, kissing her temple. “I’ll make breakfast for you.”

Ananya nodded with a shy smile, clutching the towel around herself, and watched as he walked out.

A few minutes later, Devansh was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, making coffee and flipping toast on the pan. Suddenly, a pair of warm arms slid around his torso from behind. He stilled for a second, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Anya…” he said softly, turning his head slightly.

“Mhm?” she hummed against his back, hugging him tighter.

“You just can’t stay away from me, can you?” he teased, his voice low.

She rested her chin on his shoulder. “Why should I, when my husband looks so hot cooking breakfast?”

Devansh chuckled, shaking his head. He reached for the coffee cup on the slab and handed it to her. “Here. For you.”

She took the cup with a smile, but when he finally turned to face her—his breath caught.

Ananya was standing there in nothing but his shirt, the oversized fabric brushing her thighs, her damp hair falling loosely down her shoulders.

“Ananya…” he exhaled, voice dropping, eyes darkening. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

She sipped the coffee slowly, smirking over the rim of the cup. “Oh, I do… Mr. Singhania.”

Devansh leaned one hand on the counter, the other sliding around her waist, tugging her flush against him. His lips hovered dangerously close to hers as he whispered, “Careful, sweetheart… breakfast might just burn.”

She laughed, her cheeks flushing. “Then let it burn.”

And before he could argue, she captured his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.

Ananya placed the cup of coffee back on the slab, her eyes never leaving Devansh’s. For once, she didn’t wait for him to take charge. Instead, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt collar and pulled him down to her lips.

Devansh froze for a split second—surprised. She was usually the one blushing, hiding, shying away. But this time, she wasn’t hesitant. This time, she kissed him like she had been holding it in for years.

Her lips pressed firmly against his, demanding, pouring every ounce of love and longing she had into the kiss. She tilted her head slightly, deepening it, her fingers sliding up into his messy hair, tugging him closer.

Devansh let out a low sound in his throat, one hand still resting on her waist, the other gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for control. He let her take over—let her set the pace, let her show him what she wanted.

Ananya’s lips moved over his with a boldness that shocked him and thrilled him all at once. She nibbled gently at his lower lip, teasing him, and when he parted his mouth with a sharp breath, she didn’t hesitate—her tongue brushed against his, slow, deliberate, claiming him in a way she never had before.

Devansh’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his heartbeat slamming against his ribs, but he didn’t fight for dominance. Not this time. He let her lead, let her explore, let her kiss him as if he belonged to her entirely.

And he did.

Minutes slipped away as their kiss grew deeper, hungrier, yet threaded with an undeniable tenderness. Her hands roamed from his hair to his jaw, cupping his face as if afraid he would vanish. He, in turn, held her tighter at the waist, grounding himself in the moment, giving in completely to her touch.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, foreheads resting together, their lips still brushing lightly as if neither wanted to let go.

Ananya’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes blazing with a mixture of shyness and pride. Devansh just looked at her, stunned, lips curved into a slow, almost dangerous smile.

“Sweetheart…” he whispered, voice hoarse, “you’ll be the death of me.”

Ananya smirked at his husky whisper, her breath still uneven. “Death by me won’t be that bad, patidev,” she teased, brushing her thumb across his swollen lower lip.

Devansh chuckled, the sound low and rough in his chest, but his eyes were dark, intense. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her flush against him. “You’ve gotten dangerously bold, Mrs. Singhania. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

Ananya tilted her head, her lips brushing his jaw as she whispered, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” She placed a feather-light kiss at the corner of his mouth, deliberately slow, before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “And I’m enjoying every second of it.”

Devansh groaned softly, running a hand through his hair as if trying to regain control. But her confidence had completely disarmed him. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, thumb stroking her flushed skin.

“You’ve officially ruined breakfast,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against hers, lips still ghosting over hers like he was seconds away from diving back in.

Ananya grinned wickedly. “Who said I’m hungry for breakfast?”

That was it. Devansh’s control snapped. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in another searing kiss—but this time, it was no longer about letting her lead or him holding back. It was about both of them giving in, their lips molding together with an urgency that sent sparks racing through their veins.

The coffee on the counter sat forgotten, the kitchen filling instead with the sound of their breaths mingling, the soft scrape of fabric, and the thrum of their hearts racing in sync.

Devansh finally pulled back from the kiss, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Alright, enough of this… dangerous morning appetizer, Mrs. Singhania. Time for the real breakfast,” he said teasingly, his voice low and playful.

Ananya pouted, but a playful smile tugged at her lips. “Dangerous… appetizer? Oh really, patidev?”

“Absolutely,” Devansh replied, winking at her. “Now, hop up on the counter.”

She giggled and obeyed, perching herself on the kitchen counter while Devansh handed her a steaming cup of coffee. The aroma mingled with the soft morning sunlight, creating a cozy atmosphere.

“Drink this, or I’ll have to drink it for you,” he teased, watching her take a careful sip.

Ananya leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “Hmm… you do make good coffee, Dev. I might have to get used to this,” she said with a teasing glint in her eye.

Devansh chuckled, setting a plate of fresh fruit, vegetable sandwiches, toast with avocado spread, and a bowl of yogurt with honey and nuts on the counter. “Oh, we’ll see about that. Breakfast with me comes with a lot of teasing, jokes, and occasional dangerous kisses, you know.”

“Oh really?” Ananya replied, laughing. “I might just survive this breakfast then.”

They spent the next hour together in the kitchen, cooking, sipping coffee, and feeding each other bites of fruit or toast. Devansh sneaked little pecks on her cheek, and Ananya retaliated by flicking small pieces of avocado spread at him. They joked, laughed, and teased each other endlessly, the warmth of the morning and their shared intimacy making even the simplest vegetarian breakfast feel magical.

Ananya walked towards their room, the soft click of the balcony door following her. She settled on the sofa, curling her legs beneath her, and began scrolling through her phone. The morning sun bathed the balcony in a golden glow, and a light breeze fluttered the curtains.

Devansh soon joined her, his presence quiet but commanding. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her gently against his chest.

She leaned into him instinctively, her head resting on his shoulder. “Mmm… this is nice,” she murmured, her voice soft.

He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “You’re getting too comfortable there, Mrs. Singhania,” he said teasingly, his voice low and intimate.

“Comfortable? Me? Never,” she replied with a smirk, though the warmth in her eyes betrayed her.

Devansh tightened his hold just slightly. “I think you’ve been plotting this since breakfast,” he said, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

Ananya laughed softly. “Maybe… but can you really blame me? It’s hard not to lean on someone this… tempting,” she teased, brushing her fingers lightly over his arm.

He chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through her. “Tempting, huh? Careful, Mrs. Singhania… I might take that as a challenge,” he said, nuzzling her neck again.

Ananya closed her eyes, letting the moment linger. “Mmm… then I guess you better take it,” she whispered, a playful shiver running through her.

Devansh smiled against her skin, holding her a little tighter. “Oh, I intend to… but we’ll take it slow. For now, just enjoy me,” he murmured, his voice warm and teasing all at once.

She let out a soft sigh, leaning further into him. “Hmm… fine. But only because I like it,” she teased, though her contented smile said more than her words ever could.

Devansh’s phone buzzed, and he groaned. Ananya, lying against him, chuckled softly. “What is it now?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. His brows furrowed in irritation. It was Kabir calling.

“Aur bhai saalo, kya haal-chal?” Kabir’s loud, teasing voice rang through the phone.

“Abhi tak toh sahi tha,” Devansh replied, his tone flat but a hint of annoyance in it.

Ananya giggled, hiding her amusement against his chest.

“Waise honeymoon kaisa chal raha hai?” Kabir smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Ek dam mast,” Devansh replied, his lips twitching into a small grin.

Kabir’s voice took on a teasing lilt again. “Aur proposal kaisa gaya?”

Devansh smirked knowingly, ignoring Kabir’s smug tone.

That’s when Ananya suddenly snatched the phone from his hand. “Kutte kamine saale BHOS…” she shouted into the phone.

“Aayyy bas bas bass!” Kabir exclaimed, startled by her sudden outburst.

“Kya bas huh!!! Saale bola tha muh bandh rakhne ko, par nahi, tujhe toh sunna hi nahi hai!” Ananya continued, her voice rising in mock anger.

“Areey ek toh teri maine maddat ki, aur tu mujhe hi suna rahi hai, mujhe hi gaali de rahi hai!” Kabir pouted dramatically.

“Oyeee, ye mat sochna ki tu aesa chehra banayega aur mai tujhe maaf kardungi. Ek baar aane de mujhe waha, phir batati hu tujhe!” Ananya snapped, her tone playful yet fierce.

Devansh couldn’t help but chuckle, his arms tightening around her. “Hmm… looks like someone’s enjoying scolding your friend more than anything else,” he teased, nuzzling her temple.

Ananya smirked against him. “Of course… someone has to keep him in his place,” she whispered, her laughter soft and warm.

Kabir groaned on the other end of the line. “Bas bas… jaa raha hu, jaa raha hu! Tum dono mast raho bas!”

Kabir’s voice came through the speaker again, “Accha suno… ab dono jaldi se India wapas aao.”

“Kyu?” Devansh frowned.

“Yeah, is everything all right?” Ananya leaned closer, concern flashing in her eyes.

“Yeah, everything is all right. Actually… woh… uh…” Kabir scratched the back of his neck, his hesitation loud even through the phone.

“Bol na!” Ananya urged impatiently.

“Me and Ira are getting engaged… so yeah,” Kabir finally blurted, a grin tugging at his lips.

Ananya gasped, her eyes widening in pure joy. With zero hesitation, she leaped onto Devansh, wrapping her legs around his torso, hugging him tight. “REALLY???” she squealed in excitement.

“Yeah,” Kabir confirmed, his smile audible in his tone.

“Kya baat hai, bhai!” Devansh said, his lips curling into a proud grin.

“Alright, I’m going now. Engagement ki taiyaari bhi karni hai. Tum dono jaldi aao.” With that, Kabir disconnected the call.

Ananya didn’t care about the phone anymore—she was practically bouncing in Devansh’s arms, her legs still locked around his waist like she never wanted to let go. “Oh my God, Ansh! Finally Kabir is getting engaged!” she chirped, her voice bubbling with happiness.

Devansh, on the other hand, was silently fighting a battle inside. His jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried hard to control himself. Yet, despite the storm raging inside him, he managed to give her a smile.

“Anya… stop jumping,” he warned, his tone husky, “or else it’ll be hard for you to handle.”

Ananya froze mid-bounce, blinking at him in confusion. “Handle… what?” she asked innocently.

And then it hit her. Her eyes widened, realization dawning upon her. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, her lips parting slightly in embarrassment.

Devansh leaned forward, his smirk dangerous, his breath brushing against her ear. “Well, well… few minutes ago someone was bold,” he whispered, his voice laced with teasing warmth.

Ananya hid her face against his neck, her blush deepening, but her arms only tightened around him as if daring him to tease her further.

Devansh chuckled lowly, his hand resting firmly on her waist, pulling her even closer. “What happened, Mrs. Singhania? Ab sharma rahi ho?”

Ananya hid her face in his neck, her lips curving into a shy smile. But Devansh wasn’t about to let her off that easily. His fingers brushed against her waist, feather-light, making her squirm.

“Kya hua, Anya? Abhi toh tum badi bold ban rahi thi… phone cheen ke gaaliyaan de rahi thi, jump kar ke mujhe pagal kar rahi thi… aur ab?” His smirk widened. “Abhi sharm aa rahi hai?”

Ananya peeked up at him through her lashes, her blush still painting her cheeks, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Toh tumhe kya lagta hai, main sirf sharmaati hoon?”

Devansh arched a brow, his grip on her tightening. “Oh? Matlab madam phir se bold hone wali hain?”

She leaned closer, her lips barely grazing the corner of his mouth, teasing him without giving in fully. “Maybe…” she whispered, dragging the word out, “…tumhe lagta hai sirf tumhi tease kar sakte ho. Lekin Ananya ko underestimate karna galti hogi, Mr. Singhania.”

Devansh sucked in a sharp breath, his control thinning. “Bas, Anya,” he muttered in warning, though his voice was laced with amusement.

Ananya smirked, tilting her head, her nose brushing his. “Bas? Abhi toh shuruat hai.”

Her sudden boldness caught him off guard, and his laugh rumbled low in his chest. “Mujhe challenge kar rahi ho?”

“Challenge nahi…” she murmured, her lips brushing his deliberately slow before pulling back with a smirk, “…promise.”

Devansh groaned softly, his forehead dropping against hers, his restraint hanging by a thread. “Tumhari yeh sharaarat ek din tumhe hi mehengi padegi, Anya.”

“Let’s see,” she shot back cheekily, her eyes daring him to prove her wrong.

Ananya’s smirk was still on her lips when Devansh suddenly tightened his grip on her thighs, making her gasp. Before she could react, he spun them around and pinned her lightly against the couch, his body caging hers.

Her eyes widened, her breath catching. “D-Devansh—”

“Shhh,” he cut her off, his voice low and dangerous, though amusement still lingered in his eyes. “Tumhe laga tum sirf mujhe tease karogi aur main chupchaap seh lunga?”

Ananya swallowed hard, her bold smirk faltering for just a second before returning. “Toh… ab kya karoge?” she challenged, her voice softer, daring him.

Devansh leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Abhi tumhe dikhata hoon ‘bold’ ka asli matlab kya hota hai.”

She shivered, her fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt, but her eyes never left his. “Maybe… I’m ready.”

That was all it took. With a growl of amusement, he claimed her lips, this time not giving her the lead. The kiss was demanding, punishing, yet filled with heat—each movement showing her who really held control. Ananya tried to match his intensity, but soon found herself melting, her earlier teasing turning into breathless surrender.

When he finally pulled back, both of them breathless, Devansh smirked, his thumb tracing her flushed cheek. “Ab samajh aaya, Anya? Teasing ka nateeja kya hota hai?”

Still catching her breath, she let out a laugh, her eyes twinkling. “Samajh toh aaya… but who said I’ll stop?”

Devansh chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “Pagal ladki… ek din tum mujhe barbaad kar dogi.”

“Promise,”

______________________________________________________________

So, how was the chapter......🌚

Kabir and Ira ki engagement is soon.....🥳🥳

Stay tuned for the next chapter 😉

Vote Target:- 5