"Kaizan k pita ji"
Hey hiii Mayawiyans!!
Enjoy the update
I'm upset with you all for NO REASON—maybe it's just period mood swings, exam stress, or simply ?? but don't worry, I'll love you all back tomorrow.??
If I say I'm upset with you all, then you have to pamper me you can't just ignore me like this. I'm also your sweet baby. I don't know why I'm being so emotional I just feel like crying.
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"You... what did you just say?" his voice was low, dangerous, almost a growl.
But Devyani, too lost in her nervous excitement, repeated in a small voice, "Rainbow kiss..." her fingers twisting together, her lashes lowering shyly as if it was the most natural request.
Rivan's breath hitched. His mind screamed at him to walk away, to scold her for her madness. Yet his eyes betrayed him, glued to her trembling lips as the word lingered in the damp air between them.
The great Rivan Singh Thakur stood there... utterly frozen.
Rivan stood rooted to the ground, frozen as if his mind couldn't process what his little kitten had just said. The words "rainbow kiss" echoed in his head, sharp and sweet, making his usual unshakable composure falter.
Meanwhile, Devyani—blissfully unaware of the storm she had stirred inside him—looked up with wide puppy eyes, hands folded together like a pleading child. "Please... just once..." she whispered, innocence dripping in every syllable.
Rivan's jaw clenched. He couldn't take the weight of those eyes. He glanced left, then right—and his heart skipped.
The entire family was standing a little distance away. They couldn't hear what had been said, but they were all watching. Watching him.
Something snapped inside him. Without thinking twice, he stepped forward, scooped Devyani into his arms as if she weighed nothing, and strode away from the garden.
Gasps erupted behind them.
"Did... did I just see correctly?" Rekha Thakurain whispered, clutching her dupatta.
"Bhaiyya... lifted his wife?" Jinal's jaw dropped. "Like... in front of everyone again?"
Bua's hand flew dramatically to her chest. "Arre Bhagwan! The boy who can't even tolerate a handshake from women... is now carrying his wife in his arms like some filmy hero!"
Samarveer chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Lagta hai thakur khandaan mein bahu-power has officially entered."
Payal giggled, whispering to Jinal, "Didi... we should start deciding baby names! You know how quickly things can move once romance starts."
Jinal nudged her, scandalized. "Shut up, Payal!" but her own cheeks were pink with suppressed laughter.
Even rudraksh smirked faintly. "This is... unexpected."
Rajmata, seated with her regal grace, was hiding a smile behind her hand fan. "Unexpected? This is history. For the first time, Rivan Singh Thakur has been defeated... by a pair of innocent eyes."
Laughter spread among the family like wildfire. Some were shocked, some amused, and some—like Bua—already preparing lists of grandchildren names.
"Arre... if they have a son, we'll name him Veer after Virendra ji!"
"No no, a daughter would look so cute. Little choti thakurain running in haveli!"
The hall filled with laughter, disbelief, and endless chatter—while the only thing echoing in everyone's mind was one question:
But Aditya, who had just entered the hall, was traumatised. His eyes widened.
Jinal asked, "Adi bhai, what happened?"
But Aditya was so shaken that he simply walked away without answering.
Rivan's strides were long and furious as he carried Devyani against his chest, heading straight toward his room. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark, and his drenched hair dripped cold drops along his temples.
The entire staff of Thakur Haveli froze mid-step, their eyes widening in shock.
Rivan Thakur—the man who despised even the slightest inconvenience, who never tolerated being drenched or messy—was walking through the hall soaked in rain.
And worse, he was carrying his young wife in his arms as though she weighed nothing.
They quickly bowed their heads, pretending not to see, but their curiosity burned in silence.
Devyani, clueless about the storm brewing in him, tilted her face up and asked softly, "W...why are you carrying me?"
Rivan's lips pressed into a thin line. His heart was hammering in his chest, a rhythm he couldn't understand—fast, restless, untamed. He hated it.
Her innocent voice cut through him again. "Ae ji... answer na..."
He stopped mid-step, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he looked down at her. "Can you shut your mouth for once? Every time you open it, you say something that's... indigestible."
His words were sharp, heavy enough to make her flinch.
Devyani's eyes instantly welled up, her breath catching. Nervousness swallowed her whole as she lowered her gaze. Trembling, she clutched his wet shirt tightly, as if afraid he would drop her any second.
Just moments ago, he had followed her into the rain, silent but not angry. She had seen something softer in his eyes—something she couldn't name. But now, that fleeting warmth was gone, replaced again by his familiar fury.
Her heart pounded as she thought, Why... why does he keep changing like this? First calm... then angry... I don't understand...
Rivan's chest tightened as he felt her trembling against him. His anger wasn't just at her words—it was at himself, at the strange pull he couldn't fight.
Without another word, he pushed open his door and stormed inside with her still in his arms.
Rivan kicked the door shut behind him, the echo thundering across the room. Water dripped from his hair and shirt onto the marble floor, his breaths harsh and uneven.
He strode toward the bed and placed Devyani down—not gently, not harshly, but with a force that showed he was barely holding back something raging inside him.
Devyani instantly lowered her eyes, her fingers curling into the bedsheet. She could still feel the heat of his arms where he had held her, and her heart beat so fast that it hurt.
Rivan stood there, towering over her, droplets sliding down his sharp jaw. His gaze burned into her, making her feel even smaller.
"You..." he said in a deep, furious voice, "never know when to stop, do you?"
Devyani's lips trembled. "I...I just wanted... I thought maybe if I—"
He leaned closer, his palms pressing on either side of her, caging her against the bed.
"If you what?!" His voice thundered, his face inches from hers. "If you keep throwing your childish nonsense at me, one day you'll regret it."
Her eyes shimmered with tears, but she still gathered courage to whisper, "I only wanted...to make you happy"
For a moment—just a fleeting moment—Rivan's fury flickered. Something tightened in his chest at her trembling voice, at the raw innocence in her words.
But then... her next words dropped like a bomb.
With her hands clutching the bedsheet, she looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes and whispered:
"Please... let's do that rainbow kiss."
Rivan froze.
His entire body stiffened as her innocent request pierced through the heavy silence. His pupils dilated, his breath caught. For a man who never lost control, it felt as if the ground had slipped from beneath his feet.
"Y...you..." he whispered hoarsely, his jaw tightening. "Do you even know... what you're saying?"
Devyani blinked, confusion clouding her face. "Yes... rainbow is so pretty. I want to see it, and then I want to give you rainbow kiss"
Her voice cracked on the last words, her innocence shining through even in her fear.
Rivan's heart thundered painfully in his chest. He gritted his teeth, trying to look away, but his eyes kept falling back on her face—her soaked hair clinging to her cheeks, her lips trembling, her eyes holding that dangerous innocence that could burn him alive.
He clenched his fists, leaning even closer until his breath ghosted over her face.
"You're walking on fire,kitten," he growled, voice low and dangerous. "And you don't even realize it."
Her chest rose and fell quickly. "But... pati ji... fire also makes things warm, right?"
His eyes widened. He had no words.
For the first time, the ruthless Rivan Thakur was completely... undone.
Rivan's voice was like thunder, sharp and cutting.
"Have you lost your mind?!" he roared, his eyes blazing as he leaned closer. "Do you really not understand what you're saying—or are you just pretending to be this innocent because Mr. Thakur told you to act like that? Haan, tell me!"
Devyani flinched so hard she almost stumbled back, her fingers clutching the end of her saree. Her throat closed up, her entire body trembling like a leaf in storm winds.
"I...I...so... sorry..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, cracking with fear.
But his fury didn't soften. His chest rose and fell, his jaw clenched, his eyes dark and merciless.
"I knew it," he hissed, his words like venom. "I should have never believed even for a second... that you were different. All women are the same. Manipulative. Acting fragile, acting innocent—" his lips curled in disgust—"just to get what they want."
Devyani's tears finally spilled, streaming down her cheeks, but he didn't even glance at her properly.
"Fuck," he spat under his breath, his hands raking through his wet hair in rage. "Never... ever... trust a woman."
The words cut her deeper than any blade.
He straightened, his tone cold and final now. "Go and take a hot shower."
Her teary eyes lifted to him, silently begging him to just believe her, to see her truth, but he had already turned away.
Without sparing her another look, Rivan strode out of the room, his wet footsteps echoing behind him, leaving her small, trembling figure on the bed.
The silence that followed felt heavier than his anger.
The moment the door slammed shut behind him, the room felt darker, heavier, like all the air had been sucked out.
Devyani stood frozen, her little hands still gripping her saree tightly, her body trembling from the storm that had just passed through her.
Her eyes blurred with tears, her lips quivering. Slowly, she sat down on the edge of the bed, hugging herself.
"Hamesha... always scolding me..." she whispered brokenly, her voice cracking. "Main... I didn't do anything wrong... I just wanted to make him smile."
Her chest heaved as sobs escaped. She pressed her palms against her face, but tears slipped through the gaps, wetting her skin.
The droplets of rain still clung to her hair, sliding down her neck, but she didn't even think of moving.
The words he had spat — "Never ever trust a woman" — kept echoing in her ears like a curse.
"Why... why does he hate me so much?" she whispered to the empty room. "What did I do...? I just wanted to do rainbow kiss... I thought maybe he'll... maybe he won't scold me."
Her small frame shook harder as she pulled her knees up, curling into herself on the bed, drenched saree clinging to her skin, but she didn't care.
She knew he had told her to take a hot shower... but her heart hurt more than her shivering body. The pain of his harsh words was burning inside her more than the cold.
"Bhagwan..." she whispered through tears, lifting her wet face toward the ceiling. "Why did you give me such pati ji... who never wants to even look at me kindly?"
Her voice broke as she pressed her forehead to her knees, crying until her shoulders ached.
Outside the door, Kaizan had been pacing restlessly. Hearing her sobs, he scratched at the door and gave a low, anxious growl, as if begging to be let in.
But Devyani was too lost in her storm to even notice.
The room echoed with nothing but the sound of her muffled crying.
Even after an hour, Devyani hadn't moved.
Her body had grown heavier with the weight of tears, her drenched saree sticking uncomfortably to her skin. She had slid from the bed down to the floor near the couch, hugging her knees, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with dried tears.
When the door clicked open again, she didn't bother to lift her head.
Rivan walked in, his hair damp from his own shower, his crisp shirt clinging faintly to his broad shoulders. He halted mid-step, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw her sitting there—soaked, fragile, trembling, as if the rain outside had followed her into this room.
For a moment, something twisted inside his chest. This girl... like this...
His jaw clenched, masking that flicker of weakness.
"Mann," he muttered under his breath, his voice sharp but strangely low, "stubborn little kid."
Before she could process, he bent down and scooped her into his arms.
"Aah!" Devyani gasped, her tearful eyes flying open in shock. Her tiny palms pressed against his chest as her heart leapt into her throat.
"Ye... kya... kar rahe hain aap?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
His face was unreadable, his steps firm as he started walking toward the bathroom.
"Going to take a shower."
Her spine stiffened instantly. A shiver shot through her body—not from the cold, but from his words.
"Sh...shower?" she whispered, her eyes going round, her heart pounding against her ribs.
"Yes. Shower," he said, his tone like stone, his gaze fixed ahead, refusing to look down at her terrified, flushed face.
Her lips parted, her breath hitching. Her mind began racing with a thousand thoughts, none she could control.
With...with him? He...he can't mean...
Her arms instinctively tightened around his neck, not out of trust—but panic.
Her arms clutched around his neck, her lips trembling.
"Sh...shower?" she repeated, as if confirming if she heard right.
He gave her a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable, his jaw hard.
"Don't make me repeat myself," he said coldly. "You're drenched like an idiot. If you stay like this longer, you'll end up in fever. And I don't have time to deal with your sickness."
Her throat bobbed. His voice was harsh, but his grip on her was steady, protective, as if he'd never let her slip.
He pushed the bathroom door open with his foot, the warm steam from the running water filling the air. Devyani's eyes widened, her breath shaky.
"Aap...aap bhi...?" she whispered, clutching his shirt tighter in panic, her cheeks heating furiously at the thought.
His steps halted. Slowly, his eyes met hers—sharp, piercing, dark as night.
"Don't think too much, kitten," he muttered. "I'm not interested in you the way your silly head imagines."
Her heart squeezed at his words, part relief, part sting.
He lowered her onto the bathroom counter with careful hands, his fingers lingering for a moment at her wrist before pulling away.
"Take a hot shower. Now." His voice dropped, still rough, but quieter. "Or else I'll throw you in myself."
Devyani blinked up at him, her lashes wet with tears, her lips parted. She wanted to protest, to say she wasn't scared of cold, that she didn't want to—but under his gaze, all words died.
He turned to leave, but paused at the door. Without looking back, he added, almost like a growl—
"And don't come out until you're done."
Then the door clicked shut, leaving her trembling in silence, her heart beating faster than the rain outside.
Devyani sat frozen for a few seconds, staring at the steam filling the bathroom.
His voice still echoed in her ears—"Take a hot shower.
Now."
Her heart squeezed. She whispered to herself, her voice breaking,
"Why.
..why does he always scold me...? I didn't do anything wrong. .. I just wanted to make him happy."
Her trembling fingers reached for the shower knob.
The warm water cascaded over her, soaking through her already drenched saree.
She leaned against the cold tiles, hugging herself.
Hot tears mixed with the water, slipping down her cheeks.
"Even God listened to me today... gave me rain.
..... but my pati ji..." she hiccupped, "he never listens to me. He only gets angry... always angry."
Her soft sobs filled the bathroom, muffled by the sound of the shower.
Meanwhile, outside the door—Rivan stood.
His fists were clenched, his jaw tight, but his eyes betrayed him. He leaned against the wall, listening to the faint sound of water running.
Every minute felt heavier.
Why the hell do I care? he cursed inwardly. She's a grown kid, not some fragile doll. Then why is my chest burning thinking she might slip in there?
Kaizan prowled near his feet, restless. The panther's golden eyes flicked to the closed door, then up at his master, as if accusing him.
Rivan muttered lowly, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not worried... she'll manage."
But his feet hadn't moved. He stayed right there.
When the shower noises didn't stop, when her faint sobs pricked his ears, he shut his eyes and whispered under his breath,
"Stupid kitten. Always crying. Do you want to drown in your own tears or what?"
He paced once, twice, running a hand through his wet hair, every muscle screaming to barge inside. His heart thumped erratically—half with anger, half with fear that she might faint, slip, or worse.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, his voice low but sharp, almost a warning—
"... if you don't come out in the next two minutes, I'm breaking the damn door."
Inside, Devyani froze mid-sob, her wide eyes blinking at the door, realizing he hadn't gone at all.
Devyani quickly shut off the shower and wiped her face with trembling hands.
Her cheeks were still flushed from crying, but hearing his voice outside—sharp yet laced with something unspoken—had shaken her heart.
She whispered to herself, almost in panic,
"No no... I'm coming... I'm coming..."
Outside, Rivan exhaled slowly. Just that little assurance, her voice, loosened the tightness in his chest. He leaned back against the wall, muttering,
"Finally..."
But inside, Devyani's relief didn't last long. She glanced around and froze.
Her saree was drenched, sticking like a dead weight in the corner, unwearable. And she had nothing else with her.
Her throat went dry.
"Oh Bhagwan... now what do I do? I can't... I can't go out like this. And how will I even ask him? He's already angry like a lion ready to roar..."
She hugged the towel tighter around herself, pacing nervously in the small space.
"If I call him pati Parmeshwar ji... he'll scold me. If I say ae ji... he'll roll his eyes again... if I say daddy... he'll glare..."
She bit her lip.
"No no... he'll definitely kill me if I ask for clothes."
Meanwhile, outside, Kaizan was growling softly, tail flicking as if impatient. Rivan glanced at the door and muttered,
"What now? Why is she taking so long?"
Inside, Devyani whispered to herself, clutching the towel,
"Should I... should I just say, 'ae ji... kapde de dijiye?' No, no, no... he'll think I'm shameless... but I can't sit here forever either..."
Her little feet stamped nervously on the floor as she hid her face in the towel.
"Hey bagwan, why are sarees so complicated... and why is my husband so scary!"
Devyani sat on the bathroom counter, towel slipping from her damp hair, staring at the bathrobe hanging like some enemy on the hook.
She whispered, pouting,
"Ufff... this bathrobe again. Jinal taught me how to wear it but... why is it so uncomfortable? It feels like I'm wearing a blanket tied with a rope."
She wrapped herself in it anyway, fumbling with the belt. Her small fingers struggled, and finally she tied a messy knot. She looked at her reflection in the mirror—wide eyes, pouty lips, cheeks flushed pink—and sighed dramatically.
"Arre Bhagwan...... I look like a... like a little child playing mummy-mummy."
She stepped closer to the door, but then froze.
"What do I even call him? He doesn't like pati Parmeshwar ji... he doesn't like ae ji... he doesn't even like anything ... toh kya bolun?"
She scrunched her nose, whispering possibilities:
"Hmm... maybe 'suniye ji'? No, no, too old-fashioned. 'Oye'? No, he'll eat me alive. 'Dadda'? Arre, that sounds like grandfather... He already scolds me like one, but still no!"
Her hands clutched the robe tighter around her as she sighed.
"I'm doomed. Even calling his name is dangerous. I should just... sneak out quietly without saying anything."
But then she remembered... her saree was drenched, her clothes weren't there, and she had no other choice.
She pressed her forehead against the door, muttering under her breath,
"Hey Bhagwan, please give me courage.
Agar maine unhe bulaya toh... woh zaroor daatenge. Lekin bulaye bina toh main phas gayi."
Meanwhile, outside, Rivan sat on the couch, his eyes on the door, his jaw tight. He could sense her hesitation, her nervousness, even through the silence.
He clenched his fist, suppressing the strange urge to get up, open the door, and deal with her himself.
Devyani finally gathered all her courage, fidgeting with the bathrobe belt. She pressed her lips together, whispered a small prayer, then softly called out:
Silence.
Her eyes widened.
"Arre... why didn't he come? Did he not hear me?"
She bit her lip, pacing in the bathroom like a little child.
"Maybe I said it too softly... Yes, that must be it. Let me try again."
Taking a deep breath, she said a little louder,
"Suniye... Kaizan ke pita ji!"
Still no reply.
Devyani's face puffed up in frustration.
"Areeee... what's wrong with his ears? Jab main chup chap bolti hoon toh turant sun lete hain, aur abhi jab main itni zor se bula rahi hoon... bilkul nahi aa rahe! Kitne ajeeb insaan hain."
She tapped her foot on the floor, muttering under her breath,
"Kaizan ke pita ji...... arre, panther ke baap ji! Sun toh lo!"
Then she paused, eyes widening in panic.
"Bhagwan! What if he got angry because I called him Kaizan ke pita ji? Maybe he thinks I don't respect him! Uff... main hi pagal hoon... ab toh woh aur bhi gussa karenge!"
Outside, Rivan sat on the couch, his jaw tightening with every ridiculous new title he heard echoing through the door. His temples throbbed.
His thoughts:
"Kaizan ke pita ji? ... Panther ke baap ji? ... What the hell is this girl?"
He rubbed his forehead, half furious, half speechless.
"If she screams one more name, I swear—"
And before he could finish that thought—
Devyani, frustrated that no one was answering, finally stomped her foot and screamed at the top of her lungs:
"LISTEN... Kaizan ke Pita Shree!"
Her voice echoed through the walls.
At that exact moment, the door creaked open. Reyansh stepped inside casually, holding a bunch of files in his hand. The words she had just screamed hit him square in the ears.
He froze.
Blink. Blink.
His eyes widened as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. Slowly, his gaze shifted to Rivan—who was standing stiff, his expression unreadable, jaw tight, and eyes like burning coals.
For a full second, there was complete silence.
Reyansh's shoulders began to tremble. His lips twitched.
He tried—oh, he tried—to control himself. But the more he thought about it, the harder it became.
"Kaizan ke... Pita Shree..." Reyansh repeated under his breath, his voice cracking as he desperately tried not to burst out.
Rivan's death glare snapped to him.
One glare. Sharp enough to slice.
It screamed: Don't. You. Dare.
But that only made it worse. Reyansh slapped his own mouth with the file, his whole body shaking as he muffled a laugh.
"B-... if I don't laugh now, I swear I'll choke and die right here!"
His words came out in a strangled squeak, and the next second—
PFFFFTTTT!
Reyansh broke into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over, his files nearly scattering to the floor.
Meanwhile, Rivan's ears burned red—not with shyness, but with pure embarrassment and fury.
Devyani blinked innocently completely clueless about Reyansh arrival she tugged her shawl tighter and think
"What... what happened? Did I say something wrong again?"
Rivan closed his eyes, counting every ounce of his patience.
Reyansh wheezed between his hysterical laughter. Devyani just gave him the most legendary title in the world! Forget Thakur, forget Rivan Singh... from today—he is officially Kaizan ke Pita Shree!"
Rivan finally snapped.
"REYANSH. OUT. NOW!"
The walls almost shook at his voice.
The air in the room was already thick with embarrassment after the "Kaizan ke Pita Shree" disaster. But then, Rivan's sharp voice cut through like a blade.
"I have given a clear warning—the floor is forbidden. Then why the fuck are you standing here, Reyansh?"
His tone was low, deadly, each word dripping with fury.
Reyansh—still with a mischievous glint in his eyes—shrugged casually, as if Rivan wasn't pointing verbal bullets at him.
"Calm down, RIVAN. Don't get your blood pressure high." He raised his hands mockingly. "There are clear instructions about this floor, yes—but also one small loophole. You mentioned that either you or your wife can grant permission."
Rivan's eyes narrowed dangerously. His jaw tightened.
Reyansh tilted his head toward Devyani, smirking.
"And I already got permission from your wife." He stressed the word wife deliberately, slow and sharp like twisting a knife. "So, for your kind information, I didn't break any rules, Mr. Rivan Thakur ."
But Reyansh didn't stop. He was enjoying this too much.
He stepped closer, his smirk broadening.
"And you clearly mentioned, Rivan, that your wife has rights here." Again, he dragged the word like poison honey, his eyes glinting in mischief.
That was it.
Rivan's patience snapped. His hand reached for his gun in one swift motion, pulling it out and cocking it in one breath.
The metallic click echoed in the room.
Reyansh froze for a second, his playful grin faltering. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped, hands instinctively going up in surrender.
"Okay... okay, boss." He tried to chuckle, but his voice cracked slightly. "Too much fun, I get it... I crossed the line."
Rivan's eyes burned into him like fire, his finger dangerously close to the trigger.
"Get. Out." His voice was low, controlled rage—the kind that promised death if defied.
Reyansh backed away slowly, keeping his hands raised.
"Sorry, boss. Going... going." He forced a shaky laugh. "See? Already gone."
He slipped out through the door, but unable to resist mumbling as he left,
Kaizan ke pita Shree
The door slammed shut.
Silence fell.
Devyani stood inside the bathroom, frozen, clutching her shawl tightly to her chest.
Meanwhile, Rivan remained outside in the room, his back pressed against the wall, gun still in his hand. His breathing was rough, uneven. He ran a hand across his face, shutting his eyes for a moment.
Embarrassment.
That was the only word flooding his head.
"What the hell is happening to me these days..." he muttered under his breath, jaw clenching.
His mind replayed every moment—
Her calling him with those ridiculous names: Ae ji... pati ji... pati Parmeshwar ji... daddy and now... Kaizan ke pita ji.
His temples throbbed.
And kisses. His teeth gritted. kisses? Who the hell is teaching her all this?
For a man who hated women's touch all his life, here he was—constantly being attacked by his own little wife's innocence. Touches, kisses, words. And the worst part... it wasn't hatred that burned inside him anymore. It was something else. Something he refused to name.
He growled under his breath.
"She is driving me insane."
Did I say something wrong again? Maybe... maybe Kaizan ke pita ji wasn't a good name? But it suited him so well...
She puffed her cheeks, sighing.
"God knows why pati ji always gets angry. I just want him to smile at least once..."
Devyani took a deep breath, her lips trembling. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his lips again—soft, brief, and unsure—then quickly pulled back.
Rivan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "That? That's what you call a kiss?"
Her cheeks flushed. "Haan toh... how else? I tried na..."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Come here," he murmured, his tone firm yet strangely patient. With one hand he gently cupped her chin, guiding her face back toward his. "Don't run away this time."
Her big eyes blinked at him nervously. "But... what if I do wrong?"
Rivan smirked. "That's why I'm teaching you. Just... close your eyes and don't move back."
Reluctantly, she obeyed—squeezing her eyes shut so tight that Rivan almost smile. He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers softly. "Relax,kitten... it's not war."
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How's the chapter?
I'm feeling so stressed. These exams are really traumatic everyone please pray for me so that my exams go well It honestly feels like my heart is going dhak-dhak, lub-dub ?? But I know I'm going to rock it still, this feeling is so nerve-wracking!
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