chapter 10
As we reached the location, an uneasy feeling settled in my chest — a strange wave of anxiety I couldn't explain. Something felt… off.
Sensing my discomfort, Rudra immediately reached for my hand, his grip firm and grounding.
"Stay close to me," he murmured.
I nodded silently, letting his presence steady me as we stepped into the grand party hall.
The moment we entered, all eyes turned to us.
Cameras began flashing furiously — media swarmed to capture our entrance, and I instinctively tightened my hold on his hand. He didn’t flinch. He let me cling, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, calming yet possessive.
Then, his father’s voice echoed through the speakers, silencing the crowd.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced
“my son, Rudra Singh Rajput, has married Ishni Singh Rajput… and tonight, we celebrate them!”
A wave of murmurs and gasps rippled through the room.
But all I could feel was the heat of Rudra’s touch and the weight of every gaze falling on us — not out of love, but curiosity… and perhaps something darker.
Everyone began showering us with well wishes, their smiles wide, their words sweet. But Rudra… his face remained stoic, unreadable. Not a trace of emotion. Just a cold, calculating calm that made people hesitate and fear.
I was caught in polite small talk with a group of well-dressed ladies, their perfume mixing with champagne and rehearsed compliments. I nodded, smiled — tried to fit into the picture-perfect frame.
And then… my eyes landed on them.
My breath hitched.
Standing near the entrance, like a shadow from the past, was my ex-husband’s family — the Deewanas. My heart clenched painfully. Memories I had buried deep clawed their way up.
Swetha Singh Rajput — Rudra’s stepmother — walked toward them with a sugar-slick smile.
“Oh, welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Deewana,” she chimed, her tone too sweet but filled with venom,
The sight of them being welcomed into my new chapter… felt like poison slipping into honey.
They turned, their gazes landing on me.
Smirks. Judging. Mocking.
And then… the dagger.
“Well, well,” the woman sneered, “look who got married… our ex-daughter-in-law, after killing her ex-husband.”
Her words hit like a slap. No — like a blade.
I froze, every nerve in my body screaming. My throat tightened. Their laughter was soft, but it echoed like thunder inside me.
I could feel my grip on the champagne glass faltering. The world didn’t blur — it sharpened. Painfully clear. And all I could do… was breathe.
Just breathe.
Swetha didn’t miss a single chance to taunt me — her words laced with poison, her smile a mask hiding malice, as if she was taking revange from me.
And then… the Deewanas began.
Peeling back layers of my past like it was some twisted form of entertainment.
Every word spilled like venom — stories twisted, truths warped, shame hurled like confetti into the air.
Their laughter fed the crowd.
And slowly, the whispers began.
"She’s the one who—"
"Wasn’t she his—?"
"Homewrecker..."
"Slut."
"Whore."
I stood frozen, my soul screaming silently as the judgment of a hundred strangers weighed down on me like chains.
And then — I felt it.
A hand. Warm.
Rudra.
He laced his fingers with mine tightly, his grip unshakable, his jaw clenched.
Without a word, he turned and began walking toward the entrance, dragging me out of the suffocating room.
I followed, breath shallow, heart heavy.
Outside, the air hit colder — realer.
I looked at him, waiting for him to say something, anything.
But he didn’t look back.
He simply sighed… and gave a signal to his men.
Then, without breaking stride, he walked straight to the car.
“Rudra, I—” I began, my voice trembling.
But before I could finish…
BOOM.
A deafening blast ripped through the air. The ground beneath us trembled.
I turned, eyes wide — and gasped.
The venue…
The grand party hall…
The crowd…
Engulfed in flames.
Smoke clawed at the sky as fire devoured everything behind us. Into ashes.
My heart pounded. I turned to Rudra — his face still unreadable, eyes dark and calm.
He didn’t blink.
He didn’t flinch.
He just opened the car door and finally said,
“Let them talk. Now they’ve got something worth whispering about.”
Ishni pov
After the incident, he didn’t say a word—he just drove silently toward the mansion,
The moment we reached the mansion, he took my hand and led me toward our room. Once inside, he turned to me, his gaze sharp and burning with rage.
'Jaan... I’m sorry,' he whispered, his hands gripping my arms.
'Rudra...' I breathed his name, barely louder than a whisper."
"I’ll burn everything, erase anyone who dares speak ill of you," he said, like a vow.
Our eyes locked, and the atmosphere shifted—suddenly intimate, charged with unspoken emotions.
He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my cheek, eyes searching mine like he was trying to read every unspoken thought.
"No one gets to hurt you. Not while I’m breathing," he murmured, his voice low and fierce.
I felt my breath hitch, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.
"Rudra…" I whispered again, softer this time, but filled with meaning.
His lips hovered near mine—close enough to feel the warmth, but he didn’t kiss me. Not yet.
His jaw tensed. He looked away for a heartbeat, then back at me, eyes fierce and hurting.
"I’d become a monster if it meant keeping you safe," he said, his grip on my arms tightening just enough for me to feel the heat beneath his skin. "I’ve already done things I can’t undo. You should know what you’ve gotten yourself into."
I looked at him—not the man everyone feared, not the name whispered like a warning—but him.
The one who held me like I was fragile. The one whose darkness burned not for power… but for love.
"Then let me carry some of that darkness with you," I whispered. "Don't carry it alone."
His eyes widened—just slightly—before something in him cracked. He pulled me into his arms, holding me like a man drowning, like I was the only air he had left.
For a long moment, we just stood there—two broken edges trying to fit.
His arms wrapped around me, strong and trembling all at once
That was all it took.
His lips crashed onto mine—not gentle, not hesitant—like he’d been holding back for far too long. The kiss was fire and desperation, a silent apology and a silent plea all at once.
I melted into him, letting the moment swallow us whole.
he kept kissing me—like a madman, like someone starved for something only I could give.
His hands gripped my waist, firm and sure, and in one seamless motion, he lifted me into his arms without ever breaking the kiss.
I gasped against his mouth, and he used that moment to deepen it, pouring everything into it—rage, love, fear, need. It was messy. Breathless. Real.
My legs instinctively wrapped around him, clinging to the only thing that felt steady in that spinning moment—him.
He pressed me against the wall, his lips moving from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, like he was trying to memorize me with his mouth.
"You drive me insane," he breathed against my skin. "And I’d burn the whole world down just to keep you mine."
My back hit the wall softly, his body pressing against mine, solid and warm. His hands moved slowly now, reverent in their touch, gliding up my sides, memorizing the shape of me like he was afraid I might vanish.
"Rudra," I whispered, my voice caught somewhere between a plea and a surrender.
He looked at me then—really looked—eyes dark, burning, but laced with something rawer: devotion.
"Tell me to stop, and I will."
I shook my head, cupping his face. "Don’t you dare."
Then, in a voice thick with emotion, he whispered:"Jaan… I want to worship you as mine",His eyes held nothing but love—raw, unwavering, and deeper than anything words could touch.
when he looked up at me, it wasn’t lust that filled his eyes—it was devotion.
"You’re not just mine in this moment," he murmured. "You’re mine in every breath, every heartbeat, every lifetime."
slowly, he laid me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine like he was afraid I might slip away. His eyes never left me—soft, adoring, full of a quiet reverence.
His hands moved tentatively toward my clothes, but he didn’t touch me without asking. Instead, he paused and searched my eyes, silently asking for permission.
I simply nodded.
In no time he begin to peel my clothes, leaving me in nothing just panties and bra,
He paused again, his gaze roaming over me, as if memorizing every curve, every detail.
"You’re breathtaking," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
He slowly kissed my skin, as if marking me as his. I moaned softly.
Gently, he slid off my panties and pressed a tender kiss where I needed him most.
Without hesitation he began licking my pussy, like a hungry man, "ru..rudra.."i moaned, he wasn't licking he was eating
Thrusting his tongue inside,
"Ahhh.. Rudra" my voice echoed in dark room,
He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders, deepening the angle as he continued, relentless and devoted.
"Ahhhhhhhh... Rudra..mm.." my moaned was the only audio in the room
"Ahhh..rudra..I'm..ahh.." i can barely speak,
"Come for me jaan..all over", he said lapping his tongue inside my pussy ,
"Ahhhhhhhh" i screamed the moment i came, the sound I can hear was him licking all the cum,
When he finally looked up at me, his mouth was glistening with my release, his beard shining, eyes dark with desire
He kissed me one last time before getting up to fetch water and a towel. Gently, he cleaned me, then slipped one of his shirts over my body. After tending to himself, he lay beside me, wrapping me in his arms like I was his entire world.
"You okay, jaan?" he murmured, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my back.
I nodded, eyes heavy but heart full.
"I’ve never felt this… safe. This loved."
He kissed the top of my head.
"That’s all I ever wanted to be your peace."
With that we closed our eyes tangled in each other's embrace.