Chapter - 70
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For a second, he didn't say anything.
Then, in a voice softer than the moonlight that poured into the room, he said,
"Turn around."
I nodded and turned, my face already burning.
He didn't say anything. Just gently held my hand and guided me back to the bathroom.
We stood there—facing the mirror. He behind me.
But I didn't look up.
I couldn't.
I kept my eyes low. My hands gripping my lehenga from both sides.
Then, I felt him reach for my dupatta.
I froze.
But I didn't let go.
I held it tighter.
He leaned in a little and said softly,
"Do you trust me, Rani Sa?"
My breath caught in my throat.
And still... I nodded.
He whispered,
"Then let me help you."
Slowly... carefully... I loosened my grip on the dupatta.
He removed it carefully and kept it aside with the same respect as if it were a crown.
And then—his fingers moved to my hair.
He gently brought them to the front, and his fingertips brushed the skin on the back of my neck.
The moment his fingertips touched my skin...
I felt a shiver run down my spine.
My heartbeat started racing—faster than I could control.
I held my lehenga tighter, trying to ground myself.
Then—slowly—he started unbuttoning my blouse.
One button...
Then another...
And then another...
Each time... his fingers brushed against my skin, and I had to close my eyes.
His breath—so close to me—was warm, soft, and so real.
I could feel it.
And just when I thought I couldn't take more...
He leaned forward...
And placed a soft kiss on my upper back.
Just a small one.
But it...
It felt like everything stopped for a moment.
"How can I control myself," he whispered, his voice almost like a prayer,
"when you're standing in front of me looking this much beautiful, Rani Sa? It would be a crime... if I didn't worship you."
I froze.
Not out of fear.
But out of something much deeper—something that made me feel completely seen. Completely his.
I couldn't speak.
What would I even say?
My throat was tight, my lips parted slightly, but no words came.
And then... just as softly as he had come close—
He finished unbuttoning the blouse...
And walked away.
Without a word. In a hurry.
Like if he stayed a moment longer... he wouldn't be able to leave at all.
I stood there, eyes still closed, heart pounding, skin still burning from where he had touched and kissed me.
And all I could think was...
What is happening to me?
To us?
And why... does it feel so much like magic?
I took a deep breath and slowly calmed myself.
After that, I changed into the simple cotton suit I had taken out earlier. It was soft, comforting—nothing fancy, just me.
But now... how will I face him?
I mean... I didn't do anything wrong. It's not like I committed a crime. Still... I felt like hiding under the blanket and disappearing for the night.
No. I won't face him.
No eye contact. Just go, lie down, cover yourself, and sleep. That's it.
Simple. Very simple. I can do this.
After spending 30 minutes—yes, thirty full minutes—in the bathroom convincing myself, I finally opened the door... slowly.
The lights were already off.
Only soft moonlight from the balcony lit the room in a silvery glow.
Perfect, I whispered in my head. He's asleep. I don't have to say anything.
I took small, careful steps—like a thief in her own home—and tiptoed towards the bed. I didn't want even the sound of my anklet to give me away.
But just as I reached the bed and was about to pull the blanket over myself...
He suddenly hovered over me, his voice low and teasing:
"Are you hiding from me, Rani sa?"
I blinked... frozen.
Caught.
Still... I didn't look at him.
"W-why would I... hide from you?" I said, trying to sound normal, but my voice cracked at the first syllable.
He gently brushed a strand of hair away from my face.
"Then I must have misunderstood you," he said, his voice filled with quiet mischief.
I nodded too quickly.
"Y-yes... that happens."
He leaned closer. His voice dropped.
"Then why aren't you looking at me?"
I opened my mouth... closed it... then tried again.
"I... I just..."
He leaned in a little closer.
"Jaan... look at me. Please."
His voice wasn't a command.
It was a request. A gentle pull.
So I finally looked at him. Slowly. Hesitantly.
And the moment our eyes met...
I forgot every plan of avoiding him.
He looked at me with so much love, it made me feel warm all over again.
Then he asked quietly, "Are you... uncomfortable? Because of what happened earlier?"
I shook my head quickly.
"No. No... I'm just... just a little shy."
He smiled then—soft, slow, and so full of love that my heart did a somersault.
"That's okay, Rani sa," he whispered, brushing the back of his fingers along my cheek.
"Even your shyness is something I want to protect forever."
And in that moment...
I didn't feel nervous anymore.
I just felt like his.
Completely his.
He leaned in and kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there like he was breathing me in—like that single moment held the world for him.
"Do you know," he whispered near my skin, his voice barely audible, "how much I controlled myself today? Watching you... standing beside you... every part of me just wanted to take you away from the world. To worship you the way only I know how."
His words weren't rushed.
They weren't lustful.
They were calm, reverent—full of the kind of love that makes you feel safe, not scared.
And then, in that silence that felt like a secret only we shared... his lips met mine.
Soft. Slow.
Like he was telling me everything he couldn't say out loud.
Like he was pouring all his unsaid feelings into that single kiss.
I didn't hold back.
I kissed him back with everything inside me—with every emotion I had ever buried deep in my heart.
I love you.
You are my safe place.
My home. My forever.
When I pulled away, breathless, he rested his forehead against mine.
Our noses touched.
Our breaths mingled.
Our hearts beat in quiet rhythm.
Then he looked into my eyes—searching. Waiting.
"Can I take a small step forward... in our relationship?" he asked softly.
Not demanding.
Just hoping.
Just trusting that I'd answer with my heart.
And I did.
I nodded.
Because with him... I wasn't afraid.
Because love, real love, is trust.
He kissed me again—on my cheeks, my jawline, my neck—slowly, like he was memorizing me.
Each kiss felt like a vow.
Each breath, a promise.
He held me close, delicately, like I was something rare.
His hands moved with care, not urgency.
They rested above the fabric of my kurti, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my waist.
When his hand gently cupped over my clothed breast, giving a light squeeze, I gasped softly—not out of fear, but the newness of it all. The feeling, the closeness, the emotion... it was overwhelming in the most beautiful way.
His other hand slipped beneath my kurti, touching my bare skin.
My breath caught again.
But still... I didn't stop him.
Because I knew he wasn't trying to claim me—he was cherishing me.
He paused, his hand holding the hem of my kurti, and looked at me again—seeking permission.
And I gave it.
With a simple nod.
Slowly, he lifted it, revealing my upper body now covered only in my bra.
He didn't stare.
He didn't smirk.
He just looked at me... with a kind of love I'd never seen in anyone's eyes.
"You're perfect," he whispered, his fingers brushing across my skin gently, like I was the most precious thing he'd ever held.
In that moment, I didn't feel shy.
I didn't feel judged.
I felt seen.
I felt loved.
And even in that closeness, that intensity, everything was slow... gentle... honest.
It wasn't just about physical touch—it was about two hearts meeting in silence.
In his arms, I wasn't just Siya.
I was his Rani Sa.
His love.
His forever.
And for the first time... I stopped overthinking.
Because everything—his eyes, his hands, his heart—told me I was safe.
He looked at me again, his fingers softly brushing against the strap of my bra—waiting. Always waiting.
And again, I nodded. Shy. Scared. But also safe.
He removed it so gently, and for a moment, I held my breath. But he didn't break the moment. He didn't turn it into anything less than pure.
Instead... he looked at me like I was made of something holy.
And then... he worshipped me.
His lips touched my skin with so much love, so much care—it made my eyes sting. Every kiss he placed on my shoulders, on my collarbones, across my chest... it wasn't to claim me, it was to cherish me.
Like I was his prayer.
His answer.
His peace.
I felt his hand trace slow patterns along my skin—no hurry, no demand. Just warmth. Just love. And even though I was bare in front of him, I had never felt more covered... more protected.
I didn't speak.
I couldn't.
I was too shy, too full of emotion, and a thousand thoughts swirled inside me... but not a single one was fear.
He kissed my forehead after what felt like forever, his voice soft and full of care,
"Let's sleep now... you're tired. You've done so much today."
I nodded, my throat too tight to reply. I didn't dare meet his eyes—I knew if I did, I'd melt into tears from how much I felt in that moment.
Then... he did something that made my heart ache in the best way.
He picked up my clothes—the very ones he'd removed so lovingly—and helped me wear them again. Every touch was gentle, every move filled with quiet love, as if dressing me was just as sacred to him as undressing me had been.
Afterwards, he opened his arms to me.
"Come here," he whispered.
And I did.
I rested my head on his chest, the steady beat of his heart calming mine. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly—like if I let go, I'd lose this moment forever.
He held me too. Strong, warm, safe.
And slowly... with my heart full and my mind finally quiet...
I fell asleep in the arms of the man who made me feel like I was everything.
After Siya slept, I slowly got out of bed—carefully, so she wouldn't wake up.
She looked so peaceful.
My heart... it was full. She said she loved me.
My angel loves me.
And that single truth was enough to light up everything dark inside me.
I pulled the blanket properly over her and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Sleep well, Rani sa..."
Then I stepped out onto the balcony.
The wind was calm. But my mind wasn't.
This peace... it wasn't enough. Not until every person who hurt Siya paid for it.
She smiled today because she was loved.
But what about those nights when she cried because of people who were supposed to protect her?
I took out my phone and dialed my PA.
As soon as the call connected, I spoke in my usual low and sharp tone.
"Tomorrow morning... give a little trailer to Mr. and Mrs. Rajput. just enough to make them feel that hell has arrived in their life."
There was a pause. Then a quiet, "Yes sir."
I ended the call.
Now it begins.
From tomorrow, each second in that house will feel like a curse for them.
They'll regret the day they stepped into that place.
They'll regret ever laying a finger on my Siya.
My thoughts were disturbed when my mind replayed what happened yesterday. When Mr. and Mrs. Rajvansh came to meet Siya.
Flashback
I was walking back to our room with Siya when my phone rang.
It was Mr. Rajvansh.
"Go and change, I'll join you soon," I told Siya.
She nodded and left.
I went straight to the study. A few minutes later, both Mr. and Mrs. Rajvansh walked in.
His face was serious.
"I know I promised not to tell anyone," Mr. Rajvansh started, "but she's my wife, Aarav. She's not just anyone. I trust her. That's why I told her the truth about Siya."
I just gave a nod, arms crossed.
"Today... I want to tell you everything related to Priya," he added, looking me straight in the eye.
I sat down silently, waiting.
And then he began.
"I have a younger brother, Vikram Rajvansh. My father adopted him. He was the only child of a close friend of my dad. His parents died in an accident, and no one else was there to take care of him. So... he became one of us."
I listened carefully.
He continued, "Two years after Vikram came, Priya was born. She was the light of our house. We both loved her deeply. But Vikram... he was more than just a brother. He was her protector. Her shield. Even when she made mistakes, he stood by her. Never let her get scolded, not even once."
He paused. His voice softened a little as he spoke the next part.
"Then came the time when Priya fell in love. She was in college... she met Jai Rajput. A simple middle-class boy, working in a company. When she told Dad... he said no."
I already guessed the reason. Class difference. Ego.
Mr. Rajvansh confirmed it.
"He said Jai wasn't suitable. He had already fixed Priya's marriage elsewhere. I wasn't in India at the time."
I watched his face closely.
"And Vikram... tried to convince Dad. Tried hard. But Dad didn't agree."
He looked down for a second before continuing.
"And then... Priya gave in. She agreed to marry the man Dad chose."