"Kiss me again"
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The hall of the Thakur Haveli was buzzing softly with gossip and giggles. Aradhya, Payal, Rudraksh, and Jinal were sprawled on the couches, teasing one another about random things, while Aditya sat quietly with a book in his hand, trying to mind his own business.
And then—suddenly—
Devyani came running in.
Her anklets jingled with each hurried step, her saree flying behind her, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement. She almost tripped on the carpet but didn't care. She rushed straight to them, her eyes wide and sparkling.
"It worked! It worked!" she squealed, jumping like a little child who had just found candy.
Everyone stopped mid-conversation.
Aradhya blinked. "Wait... what worked?"
Payal tilted her head, curiosity flashing in her mischievous eyes. "Yes, bhabhi, tell us, what did you do?"
Devyani clasped her hands together against her chest, her whole face glowing with pride. She leaned closer as if revealing some top-secret plan.
"I kissed him... and I called him baby."
For a moment—there was dead silence.
Even Rudraksh, looked up in shock. Jinal's jaw literally dropped. Aditya nearly dropped his book, choking on the air he was breathing.
And then—like a sudden explosion—
"WHAT?!" the entire group shouted together.
Devyani, instead of being embarrassed, nodded furiously and started jumping in happiness. "Yes, yes! I did it. Pati-Parmeshwar ji won't be angry now. He was yelling so much, but then I said baby, and then I kissed him here—" she tapped her right cheek, "—and here!" she tapped her left cheek.
Her face glowed with pure innocence, like a little child showing off her artwork.
The whole room went silent again, everyone staring at her in disbelief.
And then—
First Payal burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching her stomach.
Aradhya fell on the couch, holding her head, "Oh my God, bhabhi!
"
Rudraksh actually laughed so hard he slapped his knee.
Even Jinal, who had been sulking until now, couldn't help but laugh through her nose, covering her mouth with her dupatta.
And Aditya—calm, composed, saint-like Aditya—slowly dragged a hand down his face, muttering under his breath, "Bhagwan... ab toh bhaiya ki aatma shanti de."
The girls were laughing so hard, tears formed in their eyes.
Payal teased, "Bhabhi, you actually... called Rivan bhaiya... baby?" She broke into laughter again. "He must have fainted then and there!"
Aradhya gasped, "And you kissed him? Oh God, bhaiya's face! I wish I had seen it!"
Devyani, confused at their reactions, frowned softly. "But... why are you laughing? Didn't you all say he won't be angry if I did that? He wasn't angry at that moment, see, it worked! Now he'll never shout at me again."
Her innocence only made them laugh harder.
Rudraksh leaned back, shaking his head. "Devyani bhabhi, aapko bilkul pata nahi hai... aapne aag mein ghee daal diya hai!"
Jinal smirked knowingly, "Yes bhabhi, pati-parmeshwar ji is probably burning like a volcano right now."
Devyani's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. "What? No... I thought—"
Aradhya wiped her tears of laughter and cupped Devyani's cheek affectionately. "Bhabhi, you are so cute. But you don't know our Rivan bhaiya. He isn't the type to melt like butter with kisses. He's the type to explode with fire."
Payal added mischievously, "Yes, bhabhi, if he doesn't burn down the entire haveli tonight, it'll be a miracle!"
The girls broke into laughter again while Devyani stood there, clutching her saree nervously now. Her lips quivered as she whispered to herself, "Oh no... what did I do?"
Meanwhile, rudraksh sighed, looking at her with pity. "Bhabhi, bas ek dua maango... ke jab bhaiya tumhe dekhne aayen, woh tumhe zinda chor dein."
Devyani gulped. Her heartbeat grew louder and louder, as the sisters laughed in their mischief and she realized—maybe, just maybe, she had unknowingly signed her own death sentence.
Devyani's lips trembled as she looked at all of them, her doe-eyes full of panic.
"B-but... you guys said na! You all told me this will calm him down."
Aradhya immediately sat straight, putting her hands up like she was surrendering.
"Bhabhi, listen carefully. We said night time! Like when you two are alone, in the bedroom, lying on the bed. Not... not when he's busy doing kaam!"
Devyani's heart skipped a beat. Not when he's working?
She stammered softly, her hand clutching her chest.
"Oh no... but... I-I did it while he was scolding someone."
For a second—everyone froze.
Aditya's book slid right out of his hands. His eyes widened so much they looked like they'd pop out. His voice cracked in horror.
"Nahi... don't... don't tell me, bhabhi..." He leaned forward, his voice a whisper full of dread. "...you did that while bhaiya was in a conference meeting?"
Devyani blinked innocently.
"HAWWWW!" all three sisters gasped together, their hands flying to their mouths.
Payal clutched her heart like she was about to faint.
Jinal's jaw literally fell open.
Even Aradhya—who usually loved drama—stood frozen, her mouth wide.
And then chaos broke loose.
Aradhya quickly stood up, shaking her head. "Nahi, I'm out! I didn't teach anything to her. Mujhe is mein mat ghusao!"
Payal instantly followed, raising her hands. "Same here! Bhabhi, from today forget you had a nanad named Payal."
Jinal quickly added, scooting away on the sofa. "Bhabhi, I am sorry, but if bhaiyya asks you anything, please tell him you don't even know a Jinal."
Devyani turned her head left and right, completely lost. "But... but you three na..." Her voice quivered, confusion written all over her innocent face.
And then Rudraksh, who had been watching this like a silent spectator, suddenly got up. He dusted off his kurta and muttered, "Main toh chal raha hoon. Rivan bhaiya ki aag mein jalne ka mann nahi hai."
He didn't even look back—just walked away like a soldier abandoning the battlefield.
Now only Devyani, the three sisters, and Aditya were left.
The sisters exchanged scared glances with each other, each one praying their name wouldn't come out of Devyani's mouth.
The sisters shivered, quickly hiding their laughter behind their hands, their hearts pounding in fear at the same time.
And there Devyani stood, blinking innocently, still confused why suddenly everyone was abandoning her when they were the ones who taught her the "plan."
Her wide eyes shifted left and right, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. The silence of the place felt heavier than her own heartbeat.
She flinched when a shadow appeared beside her—but relaxed almost instantly when she saw it was Aditya.
"Devyani bhabhi?" he said softly, noticing her frightened face. His brows furrowed.
She shook her head quickly, eyes lowering to the floor. "I...I was just... scared."
Aditya stepped closer, his voice firm yet gentle.
"Don't worry. I'm here, okay? If bhai tries to say anything, or..." he paused, glancing away as if even the thought made him angry, "...if he ever tries to harm you, remember—I'm right here."
Her eyes lifted slightly, surprised at his tone.
Aditya gave a small, reassuring smile, placing a protective hand on her shoulder.
"You are part of this family now, bhabhi. You don't have to be afraid. No matter how cold or harsh Rivan bhai seems... I won't let him cross the line with you."
Her lips parted, trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
He added in a steadier, stronger voice, "You don't have to fight alone. I'll be your shield. Always."
For the first time that day, Devyani exhaled shakily, feeling a strange warmth of safety.
The atmosphere in the hall was buzzing with whispers and nervous giggles, when suddenly, the elders entered.
Virendra, Rekha, Yashodha, and Samarveer walked in together, still mid-discussion about estate matters, their expressions calm and serious.
But what they saw inside the hall left them confused— all the younger ones huddled together, some hiding faces, some chewing lips, some pretending they weren't even part of this mess.
Before anyone could question, Devyani shot up from her seat, her pallu fluttering as she ran across the hall.
"Uncle! Sweet uncle! Please save me!" she almost cried, stumbling right into Virendra's side like a little child seeking shelter.
Virendra, startled but softening immediately at her innocent panic, patted her head gently and settled himself on the grand couch. His deep voice carried a fatherly authority.
"Arre arre... kya hua, mere baccha? Who has troubled you? Tell me."
Devyani clutched his arm tightly, her eyes glassy and lips trembling.
"Uncle... woh... uncle... main–main toh bas..."
She couldn't even finish, her words stumbling out like a broken record.
The adults exchanged glances. Rekha raised her brows in curiosity, Yashodha folded her hands against her chest, Samarveer sighed like he already smelled trouble.
But then—
The sound of footsteps echoed through the mansion corridors. Heavy, sharp, storm-like. Each one louder than the last, like a warning drumbeat before a war.
The laughter in the hall died instantly. Silence fell, suffocating and heavy.
Everyone's hearts dropped into their stomachs.
The sound was unmistakable.
The volcano had erupted.
Rivan Thakur.
His presence could be felt even before he appeared. The air itself seemed to tighten. A storm cloaked in a man's form was making its way towards the hall, fury radiating with each step.
Devyani froze, her grip on Virendra's kurta tightening as her heartbeat thundered. She whispered in a trembling voice, almost hiding behind him—
"Uncle... he's coming."
Virendra's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, his hand gently patting her back.
"Kon, baccha?"
But he didn't even need her answer. Because in the very next second—
His tall frame filled the doorway, his aura blazing with rage. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched, his dark eyes burning like coals of fire. And there, across his chiseled face—faint but very visible—were the lipstick marks on both cheeks.
The hall gasped collectively.
The elders stiffened.
The younger ones instantly sat straighter, trying to look innocent.
Aditya pressed his hand against his forehead, muttering under his breath.
Aradhya slid down into her seat, whispering, "Bas, ab toh mar gaye."
And Devyani?
She did the only thing her little heart knew—she pressed her face into Virendra's arm and whimpered softly,
"Uncle, please save me... woh gussa ho gaye hain..."
The storm stood there, his eyes sweeping the entire hall... but stopping only on her.
Everyone's eyes, one by one, landed on Rivan's face—specifically, the bright red lipstick stains sitting proudly on both his sharp cheeks. The marks were so bold, so out of place on the ruthless man that it looked almost comical... if only it wasn't so terrifying.
Gasps rippled through the hall.
Rekha hid her smile behind her pallu.
Yashodha pressed her lips together, her motherly instincts wanting to laugh but her fear of her son holding her back.
Samarveer coughed awkwardly, eyes darting away.
And Virendra... oh, Virendra.
The mighty patriarch leaned back against the couch, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk as his sharp eyes swept over the situation.
He had seen enough to understand immediately—this mess was none other than the doing of his bachchi Devyani, and the youngsters had surely added fuel to the fire.
But instead of interfering, he kept his silence.
He knew one thing for certain—no matter how furious Rivan looked, he would never truly harm her. That smirk of Virendra's said it all: Let's see how far this goes.
Just as Rivan's thundering presence consumed the hall, the heavy atmosphere was cut by another arrival.
The door opened again.
Reyansh stepped in.
His usual confident swagger came with him, his smile easy—until his eyes, unintentionally, brushed against Jinal's.
For the smallest second, the world froze.
A flicker, a spark, a rush—something unspoken passed between them.
But almost instantly, both of them looked away, guilty and stiff, as if that single glance hadn't meant anything.
But it had.
Rivan, however, had no patience for glances or silences. His voice tore through the room like a whip.
"Who. Taught. Her?"
The weight of his tone made everyone shiver.
Aradhya's breath hitched. Payal tucked herself half behind Jinal. Aditya pressed his palms together, already preparing his "I wasn't involved" face. Rudraksh stared at the floor as if maybe he could melt into it.
But Rivan wasn't finished. His voice dropped even lower, colder.
"I asked something."
The siblings' throats bobbed as they gulped in unison.
Meanwhile, Devyani's tiny hands, which were clutching Virendra's kurta, began trembling. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, her lips quivered. She looked like a child caught red-handed stealing sweets, except the sweet here was... kissing The Rivan Thakur.
Her trembling didn't escape him.
Oh no, Rivan noticed everything—her fear, her tears, her shaking hands. His eyes, sharp as blades, softened for just a fraction of a second when they landed on her. But it was gone the very next breath, replaced by fury again.
Just as he was about to demand for the third time—
The entire sibling gang, like cowards with one heartbeat, lifted their hands and pointed... at Reyansh.
The room went dead silent.
Reyansh, who had been standing cluelessly, his mouth just opening to greet everyone, froze mid-step. His eyes widened, his head whipped around to look at them.
"ME?" he almost choked, pointing at himself in disbelief.
The siblings, one by one, nodded frantically, desperate to save their own skins.
For a moment, Reyansh stood speechless—then his eyes fell on Rivan's face, on those bright red lipstick marks. And just like that—he burst out laughing.
"Oh my god... Rivan... you—" he bent over, clutching his stomach, his laughter booming across the hall. "Cheeks par designer stamp?!"
Everyone gasped, half horrified, half biting back their own laughter.
Rivan's deadly eyes narrowed into slits, his towering frame slowly turning towards his best friend.
And the siblings? They all ducked behind the nearest sofa, chair, or cushion, whispering frantic prayers for Reyansh's life.
Reyansh's laughter still echoed when the click of metal broke the air.
The sound was unmistakable.
Every single head in the hall whipped toward Rivan—
and there he stood, jaw clenched, eyes blazing like wildfire, and in his hand—his gun, cocked and aimed straight at Reyansh.
"Bas." His voice was ice.
One word. Enough to silence the laughter instantly.
The color drained from Reyansh's face, his smile faltering as he put his hands up slowly.
"Arre... Rivan... tu serious bhi ho gaya? It was just—"
"One more word." Rivan's finger flexed on the trigger. His fury burned through his every vein, the sight of his so-called best friend laughing at her lips on his face driving him insane.
"Ek. Aur. Lafz. And I swear, you won't live to regret it."
The room froze.
Even Virendra, who had been smirking, grew serious, leaning forward.
The siblings cowered in silence, holding their breath.
And in the middle of all this—Devayani.
Her trembling form clung tighter to Virendra's kurta, her doe eyes wide, tears brimming. She had never, never seen such rage before—Rivan with a gun, his fury so lethal it felt like the whole world had stopped. Her lips quivered, her heart raced painfully.
And Rivan saw it.
In the middle of his storm, he noticed the way she shook. The tears threatening to fall. The fear that wasn't for herself but for him.
That was enough.
With one swift, furious motion, he tucked the gun back into his holster. But his anger didn't dim—it only burned hotter, redirecting entirely toward her.
In three long strides, he reached her.
Before anyone could react, before Devyani could even step back, Rivan scooped her into his arms. Her tiny gasp filled the air, her trembling hands clutching at his shirt for balance. Her heart pounded against his chest, every nerve of hers screaming in shock.
He didn't say a word.
Not to Virendra.
Not to Reyansh.
Not to anyone.
His hold on her was possessive, iron-strong, like she was his claim, his weakness, and his fury all in one. His jaw was hard, his eyes stormy, every line of his body radiating "don't you dare".
Everyone in the hall watched in stunned silence.
Reyansh swallowed hard, regret flashing in his eyes.
The siblings didn't even dare breathe.
Virendra leaned back, the smirk returning, because only he understood what this meant—Rivan might roar, rage, and even point guns, but at the end of it, he carried her away, not his pride.
And then, without sparing another glance at anyone, Rivan turned on his heel, carrying his trembling wife pressed against his chest... and stormed out of the hall.
Her soft whimper reached only him, her lips finally whispering brokenly, "pati ji... please..."
And that single word— from her lips—was like fire and ice in his veins.
Rivan's boots echoed heavily against the marble floor of the haveli's long corridor. Every step carried an unspoken threat—like a predator dragging his prey to his den.
In his arms, Devyani clung tighter, her face buried against his chest, tears soaking into his shirt. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words between her sobs.
"Pati... Parmeshwar ji... sorry... sorry..." she hiccupped, her voice broken, fragile, like a child begging for forgiveness.
Her small fists clenched at his shirt desperately as though holding him tighter would somehow soften his fury.
"I... I thought... you won't be... angry."
But Rivan didn't react.
Not a single word.
Not a single glance.
The silence was worse than his anger. It wrapped around her like a cold blade, making her shiver violently in his arms. His jaw was set like stone, eyes fixed straight ahead, and she knew—she had crossed something far more dangerous than she understood.
Finally, they entered his room.
With one harsh motion, Rivan kicked the door shut behind him. The heavy sound made her flinch in his arms. He strode across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed, but instead of letting her go, he settled her directly onto his lap.
Devyani gasped softly, her body stiff with shock.
Her tear-streaked face lowered, eyes refusing to meet his, her hands clutching the fabric of her dupatta as if it would save her. Her sobs spilled out, shaky and uncontrolled.
Then his voice came.
Deep. Controlled. Terrifyingly calm.
"Stop crying."
The command cut through her sobs instantly.
Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttered as she hurriedly nodded her head, wiping her tears with her trembling fingers. But before she could do much, Rivan's large hand reached for his pocket. He pulled out his handkerchief and extended it toward her.
"Clean with this."
She blinked, confused at the sudden softness of the gesture, but quickly took it. With shaking hands, she pressed it to her damp cheeks, not even realizing that she was still sitting on his lap, her tiny frame engulfed by his strong arms.
Rivan leaned forward slightly, his breath grazing her ear as he asked, his tone low and dangerous:
"Who taught you that?"
Her heart skipped.
The siblings' faces flashed before her. She knew if she told, his wrath would destroy them. Her throat tightened as she shook her head.
"No... one." she whispered, still sobbing softly.
Rivan's eyes narrowed.
"Oh. You did this on your own?"
Her small hands twisted nervously in her lap, her voice barely audible.
"Ji..." she nodded quickly, lying to save the others.
Rivan's lips curved into a sharp, humorless smirk.
"Hmmm. So you came up with the idea of calling me... baby... and kissing me while I was in a meeting... all by yourself?"
Her throat dried. Her lashes lowered. Her innocent silence was answer enough.
His smirk faded into something darker. His voice dropped to a husky growl, making her tremble all over again.
"Then let's give you punishment."
Her eyes widened instantly, her body stiffening in fear. Her breath came fast, shallow.
"P... punishment?" she stammered, her heart hammering painfully.
For a fleeting second, terror flashed through her mind—would he hurt her? Kill her?
But before her panic could take over, his voice broke through.
"Tell me, kitten..." he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, making her shiver violently, "why did you kiss me?"
Her eyes welled up again, her words shaky.
"S... sorry... pati Parmeshwar ji..."
Rivan's hand gripped her chin suddenly, forcing her face up to meet his. His stormy eyes bore into her fragile ones.
"Not accepted."
Her lips parted in shock.
Her voice cracked.
"T... then... what should I do?"
For the first time since they entered the room, a flicker of amusement—dark, dangerous—touched his eyes. His thumb brushed her trembling lower lip, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down her spine.
"Kiss me again."
The words fell heavy between them.
Her heart stopped.
Her lashes fluttered, her lips quivered.
Her mind screamed to run, but her body froze under his command.
He leaned back slightly, still holding her firmly on his lap, his gaze fixed only on her lips. His voice was low, furious yet sinfully tempting.
"Come on,kitten. You dared to play with fire. Now burn with it."
Devyani blinked up at him with her wide, tear-glazed eyes. Her lips trembled as she stammered, voice barely above a whisper—
"W... where?"
For a moment, Rivan just stared at her, the innocence of her question hitting him like a punch he wasn't prepared for. His jaw clenched, but his tone came out deep and commanding, each word cutting the air—
"Kisses are meant for lips... not for cheeks."
Her eyes flew wide, her breath hitched.
The meaning of his words dawned on her, and in an instant, her cheeks turned crimson. She jerked her face back, shaking her head furiously.
"Chiii... gande bacche!"
(Eww... dirty boy!)
The words slipped out before she could stop herself, childlike and innocent.
Rivan froze.
For the first time in his life—someone had called him, Rivan Thakur, feared and ruthless, a dirty boy.
A muscle in his jaw ticked, his gaze darkened into something dangerous, almost feral. His voice dropped into a terrifying growl—
"Kissing on cheek isn't wrong?"
Devyani's lips parted. She gasped softly, her lashes lowering, realizing he had caught her slip. She quickly shook her head, her voice trembling—
"I-Is it? S... sorry... wait, let me wipe it."
And before he could react, she leaned closer, her tiny palms brushing against his cheek. Her fingers were feather-light, hesitant, almost ticklish against his warm skin as she started rubbing away the lipstick marks she herself had left.
Her touch was innocent, unknowing.
But to him... it was fire.
The warmth of her soft hand against his rough cheek made something stir deep inside his chest—something he hadn't felt in years. Something unsettling.
His breathing slowed, his eyes locked on her small hand moving nervously across his face.
And then—
Without realizing, his own hand shot up and caught hers mid-motion.
Her eyes flicked up to his, startled.
Their breaths mingled, the silence heavy.
It was the first time he had ever really held her hand. Not dragging. Not pulling. Not forcing.
Just... holding.
And the realization hit him like thunder.
Her hand was so small, trembling in his grasp, yet it fit so perfectly in his palm. The pulse beneath her skin beat rapidly against his thumb, her warmth sinking into him.
For the first time in forever, something deep, unfamiliar, almost... fragile stirred inside Rivan Thakur.
He didn't understand it.
He didn't want it.
But he couldn't let go either.
His grip tightened slightly, his stormy eyes boring into her innocent ones as if searching for answers he didn't even know he wanted.
Devyani, still lost in fear and confusion, whispered softly, almost inaudible—
"Pati... Parmeshwar ji...?"
Devyani lowered her eyes, her little hand still trembling inside his strong grip. She licked her lips nervously, gathering courage, and whispered—
"Mujhe... ek baat kehni hai."
(I... I have to say something.)
Rivan's eyes narrowed, still pinning her hand in place. His deep voice rumbled—
"Bolo."
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. In the most innocent tone, she stammered—
"Humne... subah... apko nahte huwe dekh liya... lekin... hamne bas upar dekha... neeche nahi dekha."
(This morning... I saw you while you were bathing... but I only looked at your upper body, not down there.)
Rivan's jaw locked. His nostrils flared as he leaned a little closer, his stormy eyes burning into hers. His voice was dangerously calm, laced with something wicked—
"So... you want to see me again? Both up and down?"
Her eyes widened, horror-struck. She shook her head violently, her words tumbling out in fear—
"N-no! I... I was just informing... d-don't get shy from me just because I saw you... d-don't worry, I didn't see you properly."
Her words were clumsy, na?ve—like a child trying to calm a raging beast.
But to him, every syllable cut deeper.
Rivan's lips curved.His voice dropped into that terrifying depth that always made people's blood run cold—
"You are not that important in my life... that I'd even remember anything related to you."
Her face fell instantly.
The small flicker of bravery she had mustered was crushed under the weight of his words. Tears stung her eyes, but she bit them back, lowering her head.
Rivan froze.
Why... why did saying those words feel wrong in his own mouth? Why did her silence stab sharper than any enemy's sword?
This wasn't him.
This wasn't the ruthless, unshaken Rivan Thakur.
Something was breaking inside, and he hated it.
Abruptly, he pulled his hand away from hers, the warmth still lingering in his palm burning him more than fire. With a swift motion, he made her sit properly on the bed.
His face was hard, his eyes unreadable, but inside he was a storm.
Without another word, without even looking back, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room—his fury echoing in the sound of his footsteps, leaving behind a trembling Devyani clutching the bedsheet with teary eyes.
Devyani sat frozen on the edge of the bed, her fingers twisting into the bedsheet. Her big doe eyes blinked rapidly as she whispered to herself—
"Nahi Devyani... kabhi mat chhuna unhe... thank God aaj bach gayi... kal pata nahi kya hoga... mar bhi sakti hai tu."
(No Devyani... never touch him again... thank God you survived today... who knows what will happen tomorrow... you might even die.)
But then... she remembered something.
His face.
His anger wasn't like before. It wasn't that burning, destructive anger. It was controlled. Sharp. Almost... distracted.
Her lips parted as a thought struck her, and she gasped softly.
"Ohhh... iska matlab... yeh kaam kar raha hai! Haan...! Kaam kar raha hai!"
(Ohhh... that means... it's working! Yes...! It's working!)
Her eyes lit up, like a child who discovered a hidden treasure. She jumped from the bed, clasping her hands together.
"Aru(aradhya) ne kaha tha na... yeh sab kaam sirf bed pe hota hai... jab hum akele hote hain... toh abhi koshish karni padegi! Haan!"
(Didn't Aru say... all this works only on the bed... when we are alone... so now I must try it! Yes!)
Her cheeks flushed red, a nervous smile curling on her lips. Her tiny fists pumped in excitement.
"Toh ab... jab woh so rahe honge... tab main... unhe... kiss dungi!"
(So now... when he'll be sleeping... then I... will kiss him!)
She nodded furiously to herself, as if convincing her own heart.
Quickly, she rushed to her cupboard and changed out of her saree into a soft cotton frock—the kind that made her feel like she could breathe freely.
But the moment she caught her reflection in the mirror, her eyes darted down nervously.
Immediately, she grabbed a shawl and draped it tightly across her chest, hugging it as if it was a shield.
Because Devyani Verma hated her own curves.
She never felt safe with them—always covering, always hiding. The thought of anyone noticing them made her skin crawl.
(That secret... that fear... she never dared to share. But maybe one day, it will come out.)
Clutching the edges of the shawl tightly, she whispered to herself—
"Theek hai... ab ready ho gayi."
(Okay... now I am ready.)
She took a pillow and a blanket in her arms and tiptoed to the corner of the room. Instead of daring to share his bed, she quietly settled on the floor beside the couch, making her tiny nest.
Curling herself under the blanket, hugging the pillow to her chest, she whispered a final prayer—
"Bas Devyani... kal subah tak bach ja... aur shayad... yeh plan sach mein kaam kar jaaye."
(Just survive till tomorrow morning, Devyani... and maybe... this plan will actually work.)
Her eyelids fluttered shut slowly, her innocent plan burning like a secret flame in her chest.
The night was silent.
Devyani had curled herself under the blanket on the floor, her small frame trembling every now and then with leftover fear. Sleep had finally started to take over when—
Something wet brushed against her leg.
She jolted awake, eyes flying wide, her breath caught in her throat.
"B... Bhagwan! Yeh kya hai?!"
(Oh God! What is this?!)
Her terrified eyes darted down—and froze.
There stood Kaizan, Rivan's most dangerous, shadow-like companion. His massive black body gleamed in the faint moonlight pouring from the window, his golden eyes glowing like embers. He was towering... terrifying... every muscle screaming danger.
Devyani's lips trembled as she clutched the blanket tightly to her chest.
"Yeh... yeh toh pati ji ka... kaala janwar hai...!"
(This... this is Rivan ji's black beast!)
Her heart hammered wildly, but then... she noticed something.
Kaizan wasn't growling.
He wasn't showing his fangs.
Instead, the panther leaned forward again, his rough tongue brushing gently against her bare foot.
She gasped, startled—
"Aap... aap mere... paer... choom rahe ho?"
(You... you are kissing my feet?)
Her fear melted into confusion, and then into a strange... warmth. Slowly, hesitantly, she pushed the blanket aside and sat up properly.
Her wide eyes softened, her lips curving into a faint smile.
"Tum... mujhe khane nahi aaye..."
(You didn't come to eat me...)
Gathering every ounce of courage, she stretched out her trembling hand. Her fingertips brushed against his head.
The moment she touched him—Kaizan lowered his massive head, bowing before her, and settled calmly beside her, like a loyal guard.
Her eyes glittered with surprise and joy.
"Tum toh... bilkul alag ho...... lekin tum toh... bilkul bhi bure nahi ho..."
(You're so different..... but you're not bad at all...)
Her innocent giggle slipped out as Kaizan let out a low purr, closing his glowing eyes under her soft strokes.
Devyani tilted her head, studying the giant panther beside her. He looked so majestic, so fierce... but to her, he was just a big fluffy creature.
Devyani's fear slowly turned into curiosity. Her little hand, still trembling, moved from Kaizan's head and wandered gently over his massive body.
"Arre wah... tumhare toh itne saare baal hain..."
(Wow... you have so many hairs...)
She giggled softly, her voice hushed in the silence of the night.
Kaizan let out a deep exhale, his golden eyes half-closing, letting her touch him freely.
Her smile widened.
"Tum mujhe khaoge toh nahi na?"
(You won't eat me, right?)
Kaizan gave a low, rumbling growl—not the dangerous kind, but almost like an answer.
Devyani's eyes sparkled.
"Ohhh toh iska matlab tumne haan bola...?"
(Ohhh so that means you said yes...?)
She clapped her hands softly in excitement.
"Toh tum... tum mere dost banoge?"
(So you... you'll be my friend?)
The panther blinked once, then bowed his head as if agreeing.
Devyani's innocent laugh echoed softly.
"Wowww! Mujhe ek dost mil gaya!"
(Wowww! I got a friend!)
Her small voice turned almost pleading,
Kaizan... sleeping alone is very scary... will you sleep with me?
Without a moment's hesitation, the great panther lowered his huge body and stretched out on the floor right beside her, his warmth like a protective wall.
Devyani's eyes widened in happiness. She pulled her blanket up to her chin, still smiling at him.
"Ab toh bilkul bhi darr nahi lagega..."
(Now I won't feel scared at all...)
She leaned a little closer, whispering in his ear as if sharing a secret.
"Kaizan... main tumhari nayi mumma hoon ab.
Tumhe apni mumma ki yaad aati hogi... lekin ab fikar mat karo.
Aaj se main tumhari nayi mumma hoon. Aur hum bohot khelenge, theek hai?
"
(Kaizan... I'm your new mumma now. You must miss your mumma.
.. but don't worry anymore. From today, I'm your new mumma. And we'll play a lot, okay?)
Her voice was tender, almost like a lullaby.
Kaizan's great golden eyes softened, his head dropping onto his paws as if he understood.
Devyani smiled, her heart swelling with unexpected courage. For the first time since entering Rivan's world... she felt she belonged to someone.
She wrinkled her nose.
"Hmm... Kaizan... Kaizan... I don't like this name."
The panther's ear twitched, as if he was listening.
She tapped her finger on her lips, thinking hard.
"You're too cute for such a scary name. I should call you something else."
Her eyes lit up suddenly.
"Yes! From today, your new name is... Kaaliya!"
She giggled, clapping her hands as if she had just solved a great puzzle.
Kaizan huffed through his nose, almost like a sigh. His golden eyes narrowed as if unimpressed with her choice, but he didn't move away.
Devyani poked his paw with her tiny finger.
"Don't glare at me like that. You're all black, na? So Kaaliya suits you perfectly."
The massive beast lowered his head onto the floor, blinking slowly — as though surrendering to her childish stubbornness.
Devyani grinned proudly, hugging her blanket.
"Good boy, Kaaliya. You're officially my first best friend here."
And with that, she yawned, curled up beside him, and slowly drifted to sleep—resting peacefully against the most dangerous beast in the haveli.
Kaizan's golden eyes followed the little human clinging to her blanket.
So small. So fragile. And yet... not afraid of him.
When her soft fingers brushed against his thick fur, Kaizan almost flinched. No one touched him like that. Ever. To everyone else, he was death with claws, a shadow of the night. But this girl? She giggled at him, poked his paw, and dared to give him a ridiculous name—Kaaliya.
He let out a low huff, half a growl, half a sigh. The name didn't suit him. It was foolish. Childish. Yet when she whispered it like a secret, his chest rumbled with something he hadn't felt in years... warmth.
Her scent was different—fear, yes, but layered with innocence. Trust. She trusted him. The most dangerous beast of the haveli.
When she curled beside him, her head almost brushing against his sleek body, Kaizan lowered his massive frame protectively. His instincts screamed he should never allow such closeness. Yet, against all logic, he stayed.
Strange little human... you don't even know what I am, Kaizan thought, his eyes growing heavier. And yet, here you are... making me your Kaaliya.
For the first time in a long while, the panther closed his eyes peacefully, keeping silent watch over his new "mumma."
.
.
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Rivan pushed open the door, the cold silence of midnight wrapping around him like a cloak. His sharp gaze instantly landed on her.
Devyani—again on the floor.
His jaw clenched, but this time it wasn't the sight of her curled up with a blanket that twisted something inside him... it was him.
Kaizan.
The deadly beast, feared by everyone in the haveli, was sprawled beside her—no, not just beside her. His massive head rested in her fragile arms as though he belonged there.
But instead of exploding, he crouched down slowly. His hand brushed over Kaizan's massive head, nudging him away carefully but firmly.
"Let's go..." he muttered under his breath, his jaw tight.
Kaizan's golden eyes flickered open, unblinking, sharp. The great beast lifted his head, surprised at being moved away from her warmth.
Without a word, Rivan rose, striding toward his own chamber. Kaizan padded after him, silent but watchful.
The door shut behind them.
Rivan turned, voice low but edged with steel.
"Stay away from her, Kaizan. Didn't you learn basic manners? Sleeping in someone else's woman's arms..." His lip curled. "That's not just wrong—it's an insult."
For the first time, Kaizan's eyes widened a fraction, as though Rivan's words actually stung. His massive tail flicked once against the floor.
Inside his head, his thoughts rolled like thunder:
Dadda... aren't you the one who always said women are a nuisance? Trouble? Headache?
Then now... why problem if I find one for myself?
He huffed, his nose twitching almost like a sulking child.
You didn't want her. You scold her, scare her, ignore her... toh ab main so gaya uske paas toh kahan se ghalat ho gaya?
Rivan's brows furrowed as if he could feel the panther's silent defiance.
"Don't test my patience, Kaizan," he warned, his voice like a blade.
But Kaizan only lowered himself to the floor with a dramatic thump, his golden eyes gleaming with something that almost looked like mischief.
Hmph. Dadda angry because Kaaliya got more hugs than him tonight.
Rivan's chest burned hotter at that thought he couldn't hear but somehow sensed. His fists clenched. The image of her fragile arms wrapped around Kaizan replayed in his mind—and it unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
Rivan pushed the door open again, his jaw still tight. His eyes instantly fell on her—small frame curled on the hard floor, shawl slipping off her shoulder, breathing soft and innocent.
Something twisted inside him.
Without another thought, he bent down and scooped her up. She stirred faintly, her lashes fluttering, but didn't wake. She was weightless in his arms, fragile—like she could break at the slightest touch.
He laid her gently on the bed, pulling the quilt over her carefully. For a long second, he just stood there, staring at her face in the dim light.
A rebellious lock of her hair had fallen across her cheek. His hand moved on its own, brushing the strand away. His fingertips lingered longer than they should have—burning him, yet grounding him.
He leaned closer, his breath ghosting against her ear, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"You don't belong to my world,kitten..."
His eyes darkened, his throat tightening as if the words were choking him.
"...so stay away from me. Or else..."
The unfinished threat hung heavy in the air, but his hand—still resting near her cheek—betrayed the fury in his tone. Because instead of harm, it carried only a dangerous tenderness he himself didn't recognize.
He pulled back sharply, as if her very presence was a sin. Sitting on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, his storming heart refused to calm.
"You... you fuck everyone..." her big doe eyes blinked at him, "then why don't you fuck me?"
The meeting froze in chaos.
Rivan's hand froze mid-air. His jaw tightened, eyes snapping away from the screen for the first time, locking onto her. His entire boardroom on the other side of the call went silent, confused at the sudden pause.
"Excuse me, Mr. Thakur?
Rivan's hand gripped her waist firmly, pulling her against his chest, while his other hand locked around her wrist, preventing her from tumbling. For a moment, time froze.
Her wide eyes looked up into his—so close that she could see the raindrops sliding down his sharp jawline, the way his wet lashes clung together, the storm that lived inside his gaze.
Her breath hitched. His hold was rough... yet protective.
Their faces were only inches apart, breaths mixing with the cold air and the rhythm of falling rain. The world around her blurred—the only thing she could see, hear, or feel was him.
Rivan, too, froze. The sight of his drenched little kitten pressed against him, trembling not from fear but from closeness, stirred something inside he wasn't ready to name. His heart pounded once—loud enough that even he noticed.
"Clumsy girl," he muttered huskily, though his voice lacked its usual venom. "Always creating trouble for me."
But he didn't let her go. His grip remained firm, almost as if his body refused to release her.
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