Chapter - 59
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The moment she said, "Lie beside me..." I didn't wait even a second.
I just slipped in beside her quietly.
I know her.
My angel can't rest unless I'm with her. And to be honest... I couldn't rest either without having her this close. Not anymore.
She placed her head gently on my chest—and this.
This feeling...
This is what I missed these past few days. Her warmth. Her presence. In our room. In my arms.
She softly whispered, "Avi..."
I hummed, "Hmm?"
Her fingers started playing with the fabric of my shirt.
She always does that when she's nervous... my little overthinker.
"I want to tell you something," she said slowly, still not looking at me.
"I wanted to tell you before too... but that day during the Holi party, I forgot... and then everything happened so fast, I just... I didn't remember."
I tightened my hold around her.
I know she needs reassurance.
So I gently whispered in her ear,
"I told you before, jaan — you can tell me anything. I won't judge. I won't be upset."
She hesitated... then said it.
"It's about Veer..."
My muscles tensed, heart pounding, as if time stopped.
I held her closer. Tighter. But still soft.
Control yourself, Aarav.
She needs the gentle side of you right now... not the one the world fears.
She continued in a low voice,
"That day.
.. at Trisha's birthday party... he proposed to me.
But I politely told him that I already have someone in my life.
And he said he understood. I really meant to tell you, Avi.
But just as I was about to, your phone rang.
.. and then the Holi party came... and after that, he didn't show up again, so I completely forgot about it. "
I clenched my jaw.
That bastard.
Proposing to my Siya? I might've let it go if it ended there. But no—he didn't stop.
Even after she rejected him. Even after she clearly said no.
He dared to still look at what's mine.
That's the biggest sin of his life.
And for that—
I swear on my name... I'll make him pay.
I'll break him piece by piece, every day.
He'll beg me for death... and still not get it.
Then she said in a shaking voice,
"But that day... he—he tried to..."
I knew it.
I knew what she meant.
No.
She doesn't need to revisit that pain. Not even for a second.
I didn't let her finish.
I immediately shifted and hovered over her, holding her face gently between my hands. Her eyes were already teary.
I kissed her forehead softly and whispered,
"It's okay."
I looked deep into her eyes and said,
"You don't have to think about anything now. You're safe with me. Just focus on me."
And before she could say anything...
I did the only thing my heart asked for.
I leaned in...
and pressed my lips to hers.
And before I could even blink or reply,
he leaned down...
and pressed his lips on mine.
My breath caught.
I froze.
He's kissing me.
My Avi...
I didn't move. I couldn't. My heart was pounding so fast, I thought he might hear it. My mind blanked out... completely. I had dreamt of this moment. Imagined it. But now that it was real... I didn't know what to do.
He pulled back gently, his eyes holding mine.
"Kiss me back, Ranisa..." he said softly.
I blinked up at him, nervous. My voice barely came out,
"I-I don't know how to..."
He smiled gently, brushing his thumb across my cheek.
Then kissed my forehead again and whispered,
"It's okay, jaan. Just follow me, hmm?"
I nodded slowly.
And once again... he pressed his lips onto mine.
This time, I followed.
I kissed him back—shyly at first.
I sucked on his lower lip like he did. Then tried the upper one.
But I still felt clumsy, like I wasn't doing it right.
In between the kiss, he whispered against my lips,
"Open your mouth, Ranisa."
And I did.
Like my body was no longer mine.
Like every part of me just wanted to obey his voice—his command.
His tongue entered my mouth, slow and warm... exploring, tasting, claiming.
It didn't feel like a kiss—it felt like worship.
My fingers moved up to his hair—I didn't even realize when. I just needed to hold him, to feel him closer.
The kiss deepened... grew warmer... and I felt myself melt into him completely.
When I began to feel breathless, I gently tapped his shoulder.
He immediately pulled back, breathing heavy, his forehead resting on mine.
"I'm addicted to your lips' taste, angel..." he whispered, eyes locked on mine.
"Now I can't live a day without tasting it. It's not enough for me..."
Before I could even process his words, he kissed me again.
This time, it wasn't soft.
It was rough... hungry... full of the emotions he'd been holding back.
And just when I started to lose myself completely in that kiss—
knock knock
A sudden knock on the door startled us both.
He groaned softly, clearly irritated.
He cupped my face gently again, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as he looked into my eyes.
"I'll check, hmm?"
I stood and opened the door. A servant was standing there, holding a food tray.
I took the tray and closed the door carefully behind me.
I placed the tray on the side table and turned toward Siya—only to find her completely hidden under the blanket.
So my angel is shy now, I thought with a smirk.
I walked over and sat down beside her.
"Siya, baby," I said softly.
No answer.
I tried to pull the blanket from her face gently, but she held it tight.
I sighed and said, "You don't have to be shy with me, Siya. I'm yours. Only yours. Now look at me, baby."
Slowly, she lowered the blanket from her face—but didn't look at me.
I smiled and lightly picked at her lips.
"I didn't do anything that should make you feel shy, angel," I teased softly.
She quickly covered her face with her tiny hands.
I wanted to laugh at how cute she was, but I held back. If I laughed, she'd definitely get mad.
"Why are you so cute, baby?" I whispered, unable to hide my smile.
"Okay, okay, I won't tease you now. Get up, see—maa has sent our food."
She removed her hands and sat up on the bed—but still avoided looking at me.
I watched her quietly, wondering...
What if we do other things later—will she hide herself from me the whole day?
I didn't say anything. I decided to give her some time.
I picked up the food tray and handed it to her. It had oats and carrot-apple juice.
I know she hates both.
And I knew I had to make her eat it—no matter the faces she made to avoid it.
I was already feeling too shy after what happened earlier, and now he was teasing me... making it worse. My cheeks were burning, and to avoid looking at him, I kept my eyes down and turned my face away. I could feel his gaze on me, but I just couldn't gather the courage to meet it.
Then, Aarav gave me the food tray. I looked down—
Oats and carrot-apple juice.
The moment I saw it, my appetite disappeared.
Seriously? Doesn't a sick person deserve tasty food? Something comforting?
But no... here I was, staring at the most tasteless combination ever.
I glared at him instantly.
He raised his hands with an innocent expression and said,
"What? I didn't bring this! It was all Maa's doing!"
I narrowed my eyes. Didn't he promise me no one would make me do anything I don't want to?
But here he was... making me eat oats and carrot juice. The betrayal!
I made faces, tried to act like I was full, like I was sleepy, even tried fake coughing—but nothing worked.
At last, I had no choice.
Because when I looked beside me, Aarav—my Avi—was eating the same thing.
I knew he hated carrot-apple juice. I've seen the way he reacts to it. But today, he was drinking it quietly... just so I wouldn't feel alone.
That small gesture... it made my heart melt.
I didn't complain again. I ate it without a word, slowly, quietly. For him.
After the food, he gave me my medicine like always. Then he lied down beside me, gently, carefully.
I looked at him, my heart a little heavy.
There was something bothering me for days.
"Avi..." I said softly.
He looked at me and hummed, brushing his hand across my forehead.
"Dev bhai hasn't called me in the past few days... Even when you were in New York, I tried calling him, but he didn't pick up. He didn't even call back."
My voice shook a little. Dev bhai was like my big brother... more than blood. He never ignored me like this before.
"Do you know where he is?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Aarav hesitated.
Just for a second. But I noticed it.
"I... I don't know, Angel. But if you want, I'll check on him."
I nodded.
"Tell him I'm angry with him. And I won't talk to him for a while."
He smiled softly and kissed my forehead.
"I'll tell him, hmm? Now close your eyes. You need rest."
His voice was so gentle, like a lullaby wrapping around my heart.
And just like that... wrapped in his warmth, his scent, and the feeling of being cared for—
I don't even know when I fell asleep.
After Siya fell asleep, I carefully removed her soft hands from around me. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. I placed pillows around her to make sure she stayed comfortable and didn't feel my absence, then gently got out of bed.
I walked into the living room where Maa and Chachi were sitting. They looked at me with concern.
"How is she?" Maa asked softly.
"She's sleeping now," I replied in a low voice. Then I looked at Maa.
"I have some work. I'll be back before she wakes up. Till then, please take care of her."
She nodded, and I walked out of the palace.
As I sat in the car, I ordered,
"Basement. Now."
The driver didn't ask questions. He never does.
Siya had mentioned Dev Rajput today. I know he is not responsible for what his parents did. But he's making a bigger mistake now—by staying silent, by not facing Siya. She needs him. But he's too weak to pick up her calls or even send a message.
If my Angel sheds even a single tear because of his silence, then I swear I will not care who he is—not even her brother.
We reached the basement—deep inside the forest. Far away from the city. No one dares to step here except me and my men. This place was built for only one reason—to remind people what it means to mess with Aarav Singh Rathore.
I walked inside, the smell of fear already in the air. My men stood straight as soon as they saw me. I didn't need to say much.
I said in my low, commanding tone,
"Bring him."
They obeyed instantly. He was dragged forward. Weak. Shaking. His eyes searched for mercy, but there was none—not in me.
Two days. He spent two days locked in silence, no food, no punishment. Just fear. That fear did half my work.
He looked up, terrified,
"Ransa... I didn't know she was your queen... I made a mistake... please..."
I raised my hand.
"He dared to look at my queen after she rejected him. With that kind of look. That alone is a sin."
My voice was cold. Sharp. Deadly.
I looked at my men.
"Remove his eyes... and his nails. No anaesthesia."
He started begging. Screaming. But I didn't flinch.
I sat on the chair in front of him—like a king watching justice unfold.
His screams echoed in the room.
"Please Ransa... forgive me... I didn't mean to... I didn't know..."
He kept crying.
But I just stared.
"Did he listen when my Siya cried? Did he move when she begged? No. Then why should I?"
I sat there in silence, watching every second of it.
His screams... were music to my ears. They meant nothing to me—because the pain he gave to my queen was far worse.
When my men were done, I stood up and said without emotion,
"I want him alive. Call the doctor. Treat him. But no painkillers. I want him to feel every breath he takes."
And with that, I walked out. Sat back in my car.
I had one thought in my mind—"I have to reach Rathore Palace before my Siya wakes up."