"I want to do arainbow kiss"
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The golden rays of morning peeked through the curtains. Devyani's lashes fluttered open, and her heart almost stopped when she realized she was on the bed again.
Her lips parted in shock. No... no... again? Am I... walking in my sleep?
She quickly sat up, clutching the quilt, panic rushing through her veins. If pati-parmeshwar ji sees me here again, he'll... he'll scold me so bad.
Hurriedly, she slipped out of the bed, almost stumbling in her haste. With trembling hands, she went towards the wardrobe where her neatly folded saree was kept. As usual, a servant came to help her drape it—because no matter how hard she tried, the endless fabric felt like a road that never ended.
Tears stung her eyes as she tugged at one pleat. Why is it so long...? I'll never learn this.
Halfway through, the door creaked open.
Her breath caught in her throat.
The servant froze like a deer caught in headlights.
Rivan entered, tall and sharp in his presence, his expression as cold as the
morning breeze. His eyes flicked to the scene—his wife fumbling with her saree, a servant nervously helping her.
"Out," he ordered, his voice cutting like ice.
The servant almost dropped the pallu in shock, looking at Devyani apologetically before rushing out, practically running away.
Now, only silence. Devyani clutched the fabric close to her chest, wide-eyed, as he walked towards the wardrobe. Without sparing her more than a glance, he pulled out a crisp blue suit.
Her eyes widened, lighting up with a strange happiness. Blue... my saree is also blue. Are we... are we matching today?
She bit her lip, trying not to smile.
Rivan's deep voice broke her little bubble.
"I don't like people in my room. Do your work by yourself."
Her lips parted, panic flooding her again. "U-umm... I... I don't... know how to wear it..."
Rivan stopped, turning his head just slightly, his eyes narrowing at her innocence.
"What's so hard in that? It's just fabric—you wrap it around your body."
Devyani's throat bobbed. She whispered softly, almost like a child, "But... it's long... as long as a road..."
For a second, his lips twitched, as if he wanted to scoff. But he only shook his head.
"Then wear something comfortable. No need to behave like a wife—because you are not."
The words hit her harder than she expected. Her eyes shimmered with tears as he left for the changing into suit.
She sniffled, staring down at the fabric in her arms. "Battameez aadmi..." she muttered under her breath, wiping her cheek.
A voice, sharp and amused, came from the other side of the room.
"I heard that."
Her eyes widened, her whole body going stiff. Quickly, she stammered, "I... I didn't say anything!"
The faintest smirk tugged at his lips in the mirror, unseen by her.
Devyani sniffled and somehow managed to drape the saree on her own. The pleats were crooked, the pallu was half falling, and the waist felt too loose—but she had no other choice. She wiped her eyes quickly, trying to look "proper," and stepped out of the room.
The moment she began walking, however, disaster struck.
Her tiny foot got tangled in the long fabric, and she almost stumbled face-first. With wide eyes, she quickly clutched the end of the saree and adjusted it.
No, no, I can't fall in front of everyone. That battameez husband will scold me again.
She took another step—slowly, carefully. The saree pulled at her ankles like a stubborn snake.
Step by step, she shuffled forward, almost like a baby learning to walk. Her lips pressed together in concentration, her big eyes darting nervously around. Every now and then, she whispered to herself:
"Careful, careful... bas aise... slowly... slowly..."
Behind her, a pair of eyes watched.
Rivan had just stepped out of the room, perfectly dressed in his sharp blue suit. His gaze fell on her instantly—the mess of a saree, her tiny hands holding the pallu tightly, the way she was walking as if the whole mansion had turned into a battlefield.
His jaw tightened. Not because he pitied her... but because something about that ridiculous determination unsettled him.
He walked past her without a word, his long strides making her nervous shuffle look even smaller, weaker. His cold cologne lingered in the air, brushing against her senses.
Devyani froze for a second, clutching her saree tighter. Then she whispered under her breath.
And again she started her slow, careful journey towards the breakfast hall.
Devyani stopped in her tracks when the long staircase came in front of her. Her throat went dry.
Stairs... yeh toh sabse badi problem hai...
Gathering courage, she gripped the railing with one hand, saree with the other, and carefully placed one foot forward. One step... two steps... by the third, disaster struck again.
The loose pleats tangled between her feet, and she gasped, her balance slipping.
Before she could tumble forward, two strong arms scooped her up effortlessly.
Her breath hitched. Her wide eyes looked up—straight into Rivan's sharp, stormy gaze. His jaw was clenched, eyes blazing with restrained fury.
"Jab aata nahi toh pehenti kyu ho?" his voice was like ice.
Devyani's lips trembled, but something inside her—some hidden spark—made her whisper back:
"Aap... chup reh sakte... ho toh gussa kyun karte ho?"
The words slipped out before she realized, and the moment they did, her eyes widened in horror. She stuttered nervously, fumbling for correction:
"Umm... sorry... pati..." she stopped herself instantly, knowing that would earn her his wrath. Her cheeks burned red.
Finally, in a tiny voice, she muttered:
"...Ae ji."
Rivan froze. His brows twitched, and then he rolled his eyes in sheer disbelief.
Ae ji? Really?
"Don't you have any other way of calling me except with these stupid names?" he muttered darkly.
Devyani quickly lowered her gaze, biting her lip. She then realized something that made her heart race—he was still holding her.
Her small hands pressed lightly against his chest, and she whispered nervously, "Oh... sorry... please... leave me."
Rivan's grip only tightened a fraction. His voice came out deep, low, commanding:
"Just shut up."
Without sparing her another glance, he strode down the hall, his long strides steady and proud—while she curled slightly in his arms, clutching her saree.
When he reached Jinal's room, he knocked once with his foot. The door opened.
Jinal froze mid-step. Her wide eyes landed on her Rivan Bhaiyya... carrying his innocent, fragile bhabhi in his arms.
For the first time, his face wasn't burning with anger. His hold wasn't cruel.
Her lips curved into a slow smirk. So Bhaiyya is not always a stone after all...
But she quickly straightened her expression, hiding the amusement, and bowed her head politely.
"Bhaiyya..." she greeted softly, pretending nothing unusual had happened.
Rivan pushed the door open with his shoulder and walked in, still carrying Devyani like a stubborn child refusing to put her down. His jaw was tight, eyes hard.
Without a word, he set her gently on the sofa. Then, looking at Jinal, he muttered coldly,
"Help this kiddo. She's eating my brain."
And with that, he turned and strode out, his heavy steps echoing down the corridor, the air of frustration trailing behind him.
Jinal stood frozen for a moment, stunned. Her sharp eyes blinked rapidly.
Kiddo? Did her stone-hearted Bhaiyya just call someone... kiddo?
Slowly, she turned to look at Devyani, who was sitting nervously, fiddling with the edge of her half-draped saree.
Leaning closer, Jinal whispered, her lips twitching with mischief:
"Oho, Bhabhi... Bhaiyya ki baahon mein kaisa laga?"
(Ohho, Sister-in-law... how did it feel to be in Bhaiyya's arms?)
Devyani's eyes widened in horror, and she immediately waved her hands in panic.
"Very bad! He is very battameez (ill-mannered) type person. No, no... he's a monster!"
Jinal gasped dramatically, covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
Devyani pouted, her voice small and innocent as she continued,
"He always scolds me. Always! He should be Dadaji (grandfather) or some strict Uncle, because he behaves like that... always scolding."
Jinal finally burst out laughing, holding her stomach.
"Aye haye, Bhabhi... agar Bhaiyya sun le na, toh bas...!"
(Ah, Sister-in-law... if Bhaiyya hears this, then oh my...!)
Devyani's cheeks turned crimson, and she quickly pressed her finger to her lips.
"Shhh! Don't tell him! Please... warna... he'll roar again!"
Jinal carefully adjusted the pleats, making sure they sat neatly, then pinned the pallu on Devyani's shoulder. While her hands worked with ease, her voice softened with nostalgia.
"Do you know, Bhabhi... it's been years since Bhaiyya stepped inside my room. And today... after so long, because of you, he finally did."
Devyani blinked, surprised. "Sach?" (Really?)
Jinal nodded, her smile bittersweet.
"Haan... even when he stays here at Haveli, he never interacts much. Always quiet... always distant. And when he goes back to his penthouse, he doesn't even look back. He leaves alone, and never gets involved in family matters."
Devyani's heart sank a little. She fiddled with the border of her saree, whispering softly,
"Why... why is he like that? Is there any issue?"
Jinal shrugged, her expression thoughtful.
"Don't know, Bhabhi. Only Bade Papa knows the real reason.
But one thing is sure... that day, something happened.
Bhaiyya was in full anger... he left the house and never returned.
We tried so much to stop him, but he didn't look back. From then, he changed completely."
Devyani's lashes fluttered, her chest heavy with a strange ache.
"Hmm..." she murmured, lost in thought.
Her mind replayed all the moments she had seen—his coldness, his sharp words, the way his eyes always carried an invisible storm. Something must have broken him badly...
And then, a sudden thought made her heart tighten.
He doesn't just hate his father... he hates his mother too.
Her throat went dry. She pressed her lips together, wondering silently—
What kind of pain makes a man hate even his own mother?
Jinal fixed the last pleat of Devyani's saree and smiled.
"Bhabhi, you head to the dining hall. I'll just be there in a minute."
Devyani nodded shyly and walked out, but her steps were slow, her mind heavy. She wasn't thinking about food at all. Instead, her little heart was carrying a mission—a mission to calm her husband somehow. If she can just do something nice... maybe he won't get so angry with her.
But what she didn't realize was that her "mission" was unknowingly taking her down a road of thorns, a road where every step could invite danger.
She stopped midway, biting her lip. "Maybe... I should talk to someone who knows him better."
Spotting a servant passing by, she softly asked,
"Umm... can you tell me... where is Aaradhya's room?"
The servant looked a little startled at the new Thakurain asking questions, but quickly bowed his head.
"Ji, madam... that way, upstairs, the second room on the right."
Devyani nodded gratefully. Since there was still time before breakfast, she thought, Why not go to Aaradhya? Maybe she can tell me something about... him.
And so, holding her saree carefully to avoid tripping again, she slowly started walking towards Aaradhya's room—unknowingly carrying her innocence straight into another twist of fate.
Devyani peeked into Aaradhya's room, finding her in front of the mirror fixing her earrings.
"Hii Aaru..." she said softly.
Aaradhya turned, her face lighting up. "Hii bhabhi!" she rushed to her, happily hugging her.
Devyani pouted a little, her big eyes blinking nervously. "Aaru... I need help."
That pout was enough to make Aaradhya curious. "Why not bhabhi, sure! What help?"
Devyani whispered, fiddling with her fingers. "Will you... teach me kiss?"
Aaradhya froze. Her jaw dropped. "B-bhabhi... how can I teach you kiss?!" she said nervously, her face turning red.
Devyani tilted her head innocently. "Oh, it's okay..."
Her voice was so pure, so unknowing—like a child asking how to tie a ribbon.
But Aaradhya's eyes went wide as her thoughts instantly jumped somewhere else. She bit her lip, trying not to giggle. Oh my god, bhabhi is asking me about... that kisses?! She looks so innocent but she's straight-up bold!
Devyani blinked at her. "What happened Aaru? Why are you not saying?"
Aaradhya coughed, trying to hide her blush. "Uhh... bhabhi... which kiss are you talking about?"
Devyani answered without hesitation, "Like...different types of kisses"
Devyani blinked innocently. "Aru... any kiss, I mean... can you tell me different types of kisses? I don't have much knowledge..."
Aaradhya's lips curved into a devilish smirk—but Devyani was too excited to notice.
"Yes, bhabhi, sure..." Aaradhya said, pretending to be serious. "Come, let's discuss different types of kisses."
Devyani clapped her hands softly. "Ok!"
Aaradhya leaned close, lowering her voice like it was some top-secret lesson.
"Bhabhi... there are many... like—
French Kiss
Rainbow Kiss
Pinned Kiss
Forehead Kiss
Earlobe Kiss
Bite Kiss
Neck Kiss
Spider-Man Kiss
Ice Kiss
Chocolate Kiss
Devyani's eyes grew wider and wider with each name. "Aruuu..." she whispered, "how many roads of kiss are there?!"
Aaradhya was controlling her laugh, Oh my god bhabhi doesn't even know what half of these are...!
Devyani innocently asked, "But... will forehead kiss calm him? Or... that bite kiss? He gets so angry every time, na..."
Aaradhya almost choked on her own laughter.
Devyani's eyes twinkled as she listened.
"Ohhh... there are so many!" she gasped.
She quickly took a book from Aradhya's table and tell her to write for her
French Kiss
Rainbow Kiss
Pinned Kiss
Forehead Kiss
Earlobe Kiss
Bite Kiss
Neck Kiss
Spider-Man Kiss
Ice Kiss
Chocolate Kiss
She underlined Rainbow Kiss with little doodles of clouds and sun around it. ??
Aradhya stared at her, biting her lip hard to stop her laugh. "Bhabhi... are you seriously making a kiss list?"
Devyani nodded earnestly. "Yes! I will try each and every one so that my husband won't scold me anymore."
Aradhya almost fell on the bed laughing, hiding her face in a pillow.
But Devyani was so happy, she hugged the paper to her chest like it was treasure. "Thank you, Aaru! You are the best. I will practice and he will not be angry anymore."
With that, she skipped out of the room, her saree pallu flying, heading for breakfast with a huge grin—completely unaware of what destruction she was calling upon herself.
And as she walked, her attention kept going back to the word Rainbow Kiss. ??
"Wah... rainbow is my favorite. I think this will be the best one. Yes... this will surely calm him..."
At the dining table, breakfast was surprisingly peaceful.
Devyani sat silently, nibbling her food with lowered gaze, careful not to make any mistake.
But everyone's eyes kept drifting toward her and Rivan—because today, unknowingly, their outfits matched. She was draped in a soft blue saree, while he wore his sharp blue suit.
Jinal whispered in Payal's ear, "Dekho na... perfect couple goals!"
Payal bit her lip to hide her laugh. Even Aditya gave a faint smile.
Aradhya raised her brows, giving Devyani a devilish smirk, as if reminding her of the "kiss mission."
Devyani blushed, quickly looking away.
But Rivan?
He was completely unaware, scrolling through his phone with his usual cold, sharp focus, checking his meeting schedules and replying to work messages as if the world didn't exist.
He finished his tea, got up smoothly, and left the table without sparing anyone a glance.
The moment he left, the family exchanged amused glances, some giggling softly, others smirking at Devyani. She sat frozen, not understanding why they were all staring like that.
After breakfast, Devyani quietly slipped away. Her saree still felt uncomfortable, but her heart was beating with another mission. Hugging her little notebook with the "kiss list" close to her, she walked down the corridor.
Finally, she reached Yashodha room.
Inside, Yashodha was sitting,while the soft fragrance of incense filled the air.
Devyani peeked in nervously, then softly called,
"Maa"
Yashodha turned, her expression instantly softening. "Arey, Devyani beta,... come in."
Devyani entered slowly, fiddling with her pallu, not sure how to start.
Devyani entered softly, only to see Yashodha sitting with her breakfast tray, alone.
Her heart pinched at the sight. She quickly walked forward and said in her timid, gentle voice,
"Ma... you're eating breakfast here all alone? Why don't you join us at the table?"
Yashodha looked up, her eyes calm yet carrying an unspoken heaviness. A faint smile touched her lips.
"Devyani, I'm fine here. I... prefer it this way."
Devyani frowned like a child, concern filling her voice.
"But ma, eating with the family feels so much warmer. Please, come sit with us next time..."
Yashodha's gaze softened even more. She reached out and cupped Devyani's cheek tenderly.
"My child, sometimes... some things need time. Some relationships and some wounds—only time can heal them."
Devyani didn't fully understand, but her innocent heart wanted to erase that loneliness from Yashodha's eyes.
She nodded quickly, smiling brightly.
"Alright then, ma... next time I'll come sit with you and have breakfast. You mustn't refuse me, promise?"
For the first time in a long while, Yashodha chuckled softly.
"Why would I refuse? I would love to share a meal with my daughter."
Devyani's eyes twinkled at the word daughter. She nodded eagerly.
"Promise, ma! Next time we'll eat together."
After chatting with her for a while about little things, Devyani finally left the room.
Outside, the haveli's garden was fresh with the morning breeze. Flowers swayed gently, the sound of birds echoing through the quiet.
Devyani walked slowly around the garden, clutching her notebook against her chest, her eyes wandering restlessly.
She looked as though she was waiting for someone.
Her little heart whispered only one thought—
"Today I must learn something... something that will stop him from getting angry at me."
Devyani stood in the middle of the garden, pacing a little with her saree slipping now and then. She looked around, checked if anyone was watching, then folded her hands and looked up at the sky with full determination.
"Dear God..." she whispered dramatically, "...please, today I want only one thing from you. Not a new dress, not jewelry, not sweets... nothing. I just want one rainbow."
She paused, nodding to herself as if negotiating.
"I saw it once on TV... so many colors, all together in the sky. It looked so magical, like heaven was smiling. But I want to see it in real life, with my own eyes." Her lips curved into a soft pout. "So please, make one rainbow appear here, in this sky... just for me."
She clutched her hands tighter. "And you know, God, it's not only about the rainbow.
It's about my husband too. He is always angry, always scolding me.
He looks at me like I'm some big problem.
But I don't want him to be angry anymore.
I want him to be calm... sweet... maybe even smiling for once. And for that, I need your help."
She leaned closer to the little temple in the garden, lowering her voice like she was sharing a secret.
"You see, someone told me about a rainbow kiss.
I don't fully understand what it is... but it sounds very powerful.
If I give him that, maybe he will calm down, maybe he will stop calling me a troublemaker. Maybe he will even... smile at me."
Her eyes widened, shining with hope. "So please, please allow me to give my husband a rainbow kiss. Just one chance, that's all. If it works, I'll give him one every day. Promise."
She looked at the sky again and raised her eyebrows. "But God, don't make it too late, okay? Because his anger also comes very fast. If the rainbow comes late, then my kiss plan will fail... and then he'll scold me even more. And honestly, I don't think my poor heart can handle another scolding."
A gentle breeze passed, making her saree fly, and she gasped happily. "Was that a sign? Are you listening? Thank you, thank you!" She twirled around, but then quickly pressed her palms together again. "Oh, but one more request... please don't let anyone overhear me."
She turned back to the sky again, serious once more. "Okay God, final deal. Give me one rainbow and I'll offer you one laddoo every single day. No, no... two laddoos. But only if the rainbow kiss works."
She exhaled, looking completely determined, and sat down on the garden bench like a soldier waiting for orders, staring at the sky with full faith that any second now a rainbow would appear.
It had already been an hour since Devyani sat quietly in the garden, her Pallu playing with the soft breeze. Her little notebook rested on her lap, but her eyes were fixed on the haveli's entrance—like a child waiting for a long-lost toy.
Just then, Reyansh passed by. He stopped when he saw her sitting so still.
"Arre, Devyani? What are you doing here alone?"
She lifted her big eyes to him and answered innocently,
"Waiting for my husband and rain..."
Reyansh raised his brows, teasingly.
"Oh... your husband? Well, lucky you—because he's on the way. But tell me, do you have something urgent with him?"
Devyani pressed her lips together, hesitant. Then she nodded firmly.
"Hmm... I have a very important thing to do with him."
Reyansh smirked at her seriousness.
"Oho... important, haan? What thing?"
Devyani opened her mouth as if to tell him, but then quickly shook her head and looked away shyly.
"No... I'll tell him first. Not you."
Reyansh chuckled, amused by her innocence.
"Fine, fine. Secret between husband and wife, I get it. But come, all the youngsters are at the backside of the garden. They'll pull your leg if you keep sitting here waiting like a filmi heroine."
Her eyes lit up instantly. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Let's go."
Devyani stood up quickly, gathering her saree pallu in her hand so she wouldn't trip again, and followed Reyansh.
At the back of the garden, laughter and chatter filled the air. Aradhya, Jinal, Rudraksh, and Payal were all sitting in a circle, sipping juice and gossiping about silly things.
When Reyansh and Devyani entered, everyone turned their heads, and a mischievous grin spread across the girls' faces—already smelling a chance to tease their shy bhabhi.
They were all laughing at random little things, teasing each other, when Reyansh suddenly pulled out his phone and called Rivan.
As expected, Rivan didn't pick up at first—like always, busy in his own world.
But then Reyansh smirked and suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs,
"DEVYANI!"
The sound echoed through the garden, making even the birds fly away.
Devyani almost jumped from her seat, clutching her chest.
"Arrey! Why are you screaming my name? I'm sitting right here only!" she said, wide-eyed.
Reyansh leaned back casually, mischief glinting in his eyes.
"No, actually... I wasn't calling you, Devyani. I was calling someone else."
Before she could ask, a sharp shadow fell on them. Everyone's laughter froze for a second. Rivan himself appeared, walking toward them with eyes as sharp as knives.
Everyone exchanged secret smiles—mission successful.
Devyani blinked, utterly clueless.
"But... why did you scream my name" she asked innocently.
Reyansh chuckled, shaking his head.
"Because some people don't understand the language of love, so sometimes you need to shout a little louder. Only then they realize what's theirs is being called."
The others burst into suppressed laughter, while Devyani tilted her head in confusion, not realizing the hidden tease in his words.
Rivan's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing dangerously at Reyansh.
"Tomorrow you have to sign a deal, right?" he said in a low, cutting voice.
"If it doesn't go through... I'll make sure you get sent back to where you came from."
Reyansh's smile dropped instantly, his eyes widening. Inside, he muttered a hundred silent curses at Rivan but wisely kept his mouth shut.
The group went silent, the playful atmosphere instantly vanishing under Rivan's sharp aura. He turned on his heel, ready to leave.
But just as he was about to walk away, a soft voice came from behind.
"Rukiye..."
Devyani hurried to her feet and ran after him, clutching the end of her saree so she wouldn't trip. Her anklets jingled with every rushed step as she tried to catch up to his long, angry strides.
"Pati Parmeshwar ji... wait, please!" she called breathlessly, her innocent urgency making the others glance at each other in shock.
It wasn't common—no one dared to chase Rivan when he was angry.
Devyani, still running behind him, called softly, "Ae ji... rukiye na..." (Ae ji... please stop...).
Rivan didn't even glance back, his steps firm toward his room.
She bit her lip, then tried again, louder, "Suniye..." (Listen...)
He finally stopped just for a second, irritation dripping from his voice as he snapped, "Sunaiye..." (Say it...)
Devyani, still lingering in the garden path, softly muttered, "Kuch nahi..."
Rivan, who was just about to step into his room, stopped mid-way and turned slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing at her.
"Then why did you call me?" he asked coldly.
Devyani fumbled with her words, her fingers nervously twisting the end of her saree.
"Nothing... until the rain comes, I can't... I can't say anything," she murmured, lowering her gaze.
His steps echoed as he walked past her, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"And why, exactly, do you need rain in this month?"
Devyani's lips formed a small pout, her eyes dropping to the ground.
"Because... I have something very important to do with you. For that, I need rain," she admitted, her voice soft, almost childlike.
Rivan scoffed, brushing past her without another glance.
"Idiot kid... go and eat Mr. Thakur's brain instead."
With that, he shut the door behind him with finality, leaving Devyani standing there, cheeks puffed in anger, her tiny fists clenching.
"He's such a monster... always scolding me," she muttered under her breath, glaring at his closed door.
Still fuming outside Rivan's room, Devyani suddenly spotted Kaizan stretching lazily near the garden bench. Her face instantly lit up.
"Kaaliyaaa!" she squealed and ran straight toward him. Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around his strong neck. "Where were you? I missed you sooo much."
Kaizan blinked his golden eyes slowly, almost like he was bored. His tail swished once, as if replying.
Devyani pulled back and pouted. "Don't give me that look... You didn't even come to see me since morning"
Kaizan gave a low growl in his throat, tilting his head.
"Ohh, don't scold me too," she sighed dramatically. "One monster already scolds me every day. You should at least be on my side!"
The panther yawned widely, showing his sharp teeth.
Devyani's eyes widened. "What? You're hungry? Arre Kaaliya, I'm not your food!" she quickly waved her hands, then giggled.
Kaizan blinked again, slow and steady.
Devyani smiled like a child who just got a pinky promise. "Good boy! You're the only one in this whole haveli who truly listens to me." She leaned her head against him, whispering, "You're my best friend."
Kaizan's tail flicked again, as if he silently agreed.
Noon slowly melted into evening. The garden that was once glowing bright now carried only faint rays of the sinking sun. Devyani still sat there, her little hands folded on her lap, her gaze fixed on the empty sky.
At first, her eyes sparkled with excitement. Every time a cool breeze passed, she lifted her face eagerly—thinking perhaps the clouds had come. But the sky stayed stubbornly clear.
Her smile faded. Slowly, her lips trembled, and her eyes brimmed with tears.
"No rain..." she whispered brokenly. "But I want rain. Please... just once. I've never felt it in my whole life... never. But today I want to... today I want to see the rainbow. And without rain... how will it come?"
Her soft sobs filled the garden. She buried her face in her knees like a little child denied her favorite toy.
Kaizan, who had been lying near the fountain, lifted his head immediately.
His sharp golden eyes narrowed as he saw her crying.
He got up and circled around her, his heavy paws brushing the grass, his tail moving in agitation.
He nudged her shoulder with his head, as if asking—Why are you sad, Mumma?
But Devyani didn't stop. She just hugged his neck tightly and cried.
Kaizan growled low in his throat, restless. He didn't understand the sky, he didn't understand rain—but he understood her tears. And that was enough.
He padded away toward the mansion, his massive figure slipping through the corridors like a shadow. Before, he paced back and forth, climbing the stairs, scratching the floor outside a certain room. Again and again, he tried to get him to come out. But inside, Rivan didn't even move.
Kaizan growled in frustration, his claws dragging against the door, his tail lashing the air. But still, there was silence.
At last, he turned back, his body tense, his steps heavier than before. He couldn't understand why his Mumma cried for something the sky wouldn't give... and why his daddy refused to come outside when her tears were flowing like rain itself.
Finally... after hours of waiting, the impossible happened.
Then—tap... tap... tap—the first drops fell.
Devyani froze, her wide eyes looking up. A single raindrop slid down her cheek like a blessing. And then, all at once, the heavens opened.
"Rain!" she gasped, her voice trembling with joy. "It's raining... it's really raining!"
She spread her arms wide, twirling in the downpour like a child. Droplets kissed her face, soaking her hair and clothes, but she didn't care. Her laughter mixed with her tears, both flowing freely.
Her heart pounded with a happiness she couldn't describe. She bent down and touched the wet grass, then lifted her palms high to feel the falling rain. It was the first time in her life she had ever touched the sky's gift.
"Oh thank you, thank you!" she whispered, looking upward. "You listened to me... you sent rain just for me."
Her thoughts turned instantly to him. Without a second's delay, she picked up her drenched saree and ran inside the mansion, water dripping behind her trail. Her little feet slipped on the marble floor, but she didn't stop.
"Hurry... hurry..." she muttered breathlessly to herself, clutching her soaked saree. Her heart raced with both nervousness and excitement.
She reached his door, her hands trembling as she pushed it open and stepped inside hurriedly—her eyes shining, her cheeks glowing, her clothes dripping wet.
Devyani burst into the room, breathless, her eyes sparkling like a child's.
"It's raining! Pati ji, it's raining!" she exclaimed, almost shouting in excitement.
Forgetting her nervousness, forgetting her fear, forgetting that she never dared to touch him without his permission—she grabbed his hand with both of hers. "Come! Come with me!" she pleaded, tugging at him like he was her only friend in the world.
Before Rivan could say a word, she pulled him along, dragging him towards the door.
And to her shock—he didn't resist. He simply followed, silently, his unreadable eyes fixed on her.
In the main hall, the family had gathered, startled by the sudden rainfall. "Bin mausam barish..." (Rain without season... how is this possible?) they whispered, exchanging puzzled glances.
But the real shock wasn't the strange weather. It was the sight that unfolded before their eyes—
Their elder daughter-in-law, Devyani, completely drenched, glowing with happiness, clutching her husband's hand as she rushed out into the rain...
And behind her, the ever-cold, untouchable Rivan Thakur—actually walking after her.
Devyani tugged him all the way to the garden, her wet hair clinging to her face, her laughter echoing like a child's.
"See! It's raining, pati ji, it's raining!" she said breathlessly, twirling around as the drops soaked her through.
Rivan, standing under the shade, glanced at her with his usual cold detachment.
"Yes, I can see it's raining," he replied dryly. "Why are you behaving as if you've never seen rain in your life?"
Devyani stopped for a moment, lifting her face towards him, water streaming down her cheeks like crystal pearls.
"Because... this is my first time in the rain," she admitted softly, stretching out her palms to feel the drops.
Rivan's eyes flickered, just for a second—surprise breaking through his stone expression. First time?
How could someone be seeing the rain for the very first time?
He exhaled slowly, dismissing the thought. Maybe her mother kept her too sheltered... he reasoned, brushing off the strange ache that tugged at his chest as he watched her spin again, smiling like the sky had gifted her the world.
Devyani twirled like a child, lifting her arms high, the raindrops sliding down her face as she laughed freely—so innocent, so unbothered by the world. She closed her eyes, letting the rain drench her fully, her soft voice echoing,
"Thank you, God... you finally listened to me."
Rivan just stood a few steps away, his tall frame now soaked, his shirt clinging to his muscles, but his eyes never leaving her. He didn't move, didn't laugh, didn't scold. He simply watched—watched his little kitten jumping in puddles, spinning like a bird that had been freed from a cage.
She turned suddenly, her saree sticking to her like second skin, and ran toward him. "Pati ji, come! You can't just stand.....like a statue, play with me!" she insisted, tugging his arm with all her little strength.
He arched a brow, voice low. "Kitten, I don't... play in the rain."
But Devyani didn't care. She pulled him anyway, dragging him under the open sky with her. He allowed it, strangely—her tiny fingers gripping his wrist with a determination that amused him.
Now both of them stood in the middle of the garden, completely drenched. She spun around him in circles, splashing the water on purpose, giggling at her own mischief.
And Rivan? He didn't stop her. He didn't even say a word.
His cold eyes simply followed her every move—like a predator silently watching his little prey dance in delight.
For the first time, she wasn't scared of his gaze. She was too lost in the magic of the rain.
Devyani kept circling in the rain, her laughter ringing through the garden like music. Drops of water glittered on her cheeks, her hair plastered against her soft face, and her saree clung tightly to her frame. She looked nothing less than a fragile doll lost in her own little fairytale.
"Pati ji... come na, don't be boring!" she tugged his wrist again, childlike determination shining in her eyes.
Rivan narrowed his eyes at her antics. "Kitten... stop pulling me, or you'll fall—"
Before he could finish, exactly what he feared happened.
Her foot slipped on the wet marble, her body swayed dangerously backward. A small gasp escaped her lips as she lost balance.
But before she could hit the ground, strong arms caught her.
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.
And then—
The entire family, who had been watching silently, gasped when Devyani nearly fell. But when they saw Rivan catch her, holding her like a scene from a movie, their shock turned into pure disbelief.
"Bhagwan... did Rivan just... save her?" Rekha whispered, clutching her pearls.
"Arre, not just save! Look at them... like hero-heroine from a rain scene!" Bua exclaimed dramatically, trying to peek closer.
Aditya, hiding his smile, whispered, "And here I thought bhaiyya never cared for anyone."
But the biggest shock came when Reyansh, with his wicked grin, pulled out his phone. "Oh, this golden moment must be captured. Future evidence against the great Rivan Thakur!"
The camera clicks and sneaky recordings began. The youngsters stifled their laughter, recording from every angle while the elders stood frozen in awe.
Meanwhile, Devyani was still in Rivan's arms, completely oblivious that her little fairytale moment was being filmed by half the family. Her small fingers unconsciously clutched his shirt as if afraid he might let go, her lips parting to whisper, "Thank you..."
Her innocence burned something deep inside him, and for once... Rivan didn't scold her. He just stared.
The moment Rivan realized just how close he was holding her, he instantly released Devyani—as though burned. His jaw tightened, eyes darting away as the rain finally began to calm down, leaving only the sound of dripping leaves and damp earth.
"Enough of this nonsense," he muttered, brushing water from his sleeves, forcing composure back into his voice. "Let's go inside. You'll catch a cold standing here like an idiot."
Devyani, still glowing with childlike excitement despite being drenched, shook her head stubbornly. Her eyes lifted to the sky, searching, hoping. "No... please... wait a little more. I'm waiting for something."
Rivan turned, his gaze sharp. "Enough, kitten. I said let's go." His tone was hard, but when his eyes involuntarily flicked over her—his heart stilled.
Her saree clung to her delicate figure, every curve outlined by the wet fabric. Only the doubled pallu shielded her from indecency, saving her modesty. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Careless fool... doesn't even realize what danger she puts herself in.
Devyani, however, was lost in her own little dream. She whispered to herself, her voice soft but desperate, "Maybe it won't be possible for the rainbow to come today... but I have to try..."
Her eyes suddenly sparkled with a new thought. Turning to him with that same innocence that made him restless, she blurted out, " I want to do rainbow kiss!"
Rivan froze.
His entire body stiffened as though struck by lightning. His eyes widened, a rare crack in his usual cold mask. For a moment, he wondered if he had heard wrong.
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