Sold to the Thakur's

RIVAN teaching lip kiss💋

I'm telling you guys, this isn't the Rivan I write this is someone else entirely.

Trust me, my imagination for this scene was nowhere near this, but he's spiraling on his own.

It's like he's writing his own story now, just using my mind.

Damn i fucking love him??????

Crushing over my own character??

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Devyani almost tiptoed closer, her big doe eyes fixed on Rivan. The sight was strange—unbelievable, even. He was actually sleeping.

Her lips parted in shock. He... he really sleeps?

She had always doubted it. Every morning when she woke, he was gone. Every night before she slept, he was still working, buried in files or calls. Sometimes she wondered if he was a ghost, someone who never rested, never closed his eyes.

But here he was—stretched across the bed, his broad chest rising and falling slowly, lashes casting faint shadows on his skin.

Her heart thumped. She had never seen him this way, calm and vulnerable, free of the sharpness that always lingered in his gaze.

Devyani leaned closer, studying each feature carefully, as if memorizing him for the first time. His strong jaw. The curve of his lips. The faint crease at his brow that hadn't relaxed even in sleep.

A shy smile crept on her face. Maybe... maybe it's a good time for a kiss...

Her cheeks warmed, but she bent down carefully, brushing her lips softly against his right cheek. Then, after a pause, his left. A quick, almost nervous peck on his forehead. Then one on the tip of his nose that made her giggle softly. Finally, her lips brushed his chin, feather-light.

When she straightened back up, her heart was racing wildly.

But then her eyes caught something else.

His neck, his temple, even along his arm—the veins stood out, dark and pulsing, as if something restless was running inside him even in his sleep.

For a moment, her innocent smile faltered. She tilted her head curiously, but then quickly brushed the thought aside. "Ignore it, Devyani," she whispered to herself. "Don't think too much."

So instead, she folded her hands under her chin and just stand there, watching him with childlike fascination, waiting for him to open his eyes.

Devyani standing quietly beside him, her wide eyes softening as she admired the sight. Wow... he looks so handsome while sleeping, she thought, her lips curving into a shy smile. And quiet too... I wish he could sleep like this for a whole year, so he wouldn't scold me again.

Her gaze lingered on the curve of his lashes, the calmness on his usually stern face. But he looks so cute... his eyes, even when closed, hold a depth that makes my heart race.

Almost without realizing, her fingers itched to brush away the stray lock of hair on his forehead, her breath catching at the thought of being this close to him—this man who scared her,

yet made her heart throb with a strange, unspoken warmth

Devyani's eyes widened suddenly as a thought struck her. Oh God... he's actually sleeping—which is so rare! That means... this is the perfect chance. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. Maybe I can finally touch those... biscuits on his skin. I really want to know what they feel like.

Her fingers trembled as she carefully unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt, her heartbeat racing wildly.

What if he wakes up? she panicked, glancing at his peaceful face.

But curiosity won over fear. The fabric slipped open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and the veins faintly popping along his skin.

When the shirt shifted from his abs, she gasped softly.

With hesitant fingers, she traced his abs, her soft hand brushing over the firm muscles.

The warmth of his body under her gentle touch sent a shiver through her, and though her intent was innocent, the way her hand wandered slowly across his torso carried a sweetness and a dangerous thrill she didn't yet understand.

Devyani tilted her head, staring at those perfect ridges. Wait... should I kiss his biscuits too?

Her eyes sparkled with a sudden idea. If I kiss them, maybe all his anger will melt away.

Hmm... yes! Nowadays, kisses seem to work on my Pati Parmeshwar Ji.

A little giggle escaped her, and she clapped her hands together softly.

That means not today, not tomorrow—he won't scold me at all!

Yayyy! She broke into a toothy smile, almost bouncing in excitement.

Carefully balancing herself, she leaned down, her breath fanning against his skin before she pressed the gentlest kiss onto his abs.

For a moment, she froze—then her eyes widened in shock.

She saw the veins across his torso and arms suddenly stand out, his entire body tightening as if in response to her tiny act.

Her joy instantly turned to panic. Oh God! What's happening to him? Is he okay?! She hovered above him, her hands fumbling as worry clouded her face. Her lips quivered, eyes darting to his still-closed lids. Did I do something wrong?

Devyani's heart hammered in her chest. She stared at him—still unmoving, still too quiet.

He... he's sleeping at this time? Her breath caught. Does that mean... oh my God, he died?!

Her lips trembled, panic swelling inside her. No, no, I don't want to be a widow. Not so soon...

She leaned closer, whispering frantically, "Ae ji? No response... Pookie? No response..."

Her eyes welled up as she shook him lightly. "Umm... suniye na... aap margaye kya?"

And just then—his eyes snapped open.

Devyani's own widened in horror, her breath stuck in her throat. She gasped and tried to scramble back, but before she could even blink, Rivan's strong hand caught her wrist.

In one swift move, he rolled, pinning her down onto the mattress. His shadow loomed over her, his weight caging her in, his gaze dark and sharp despite just waking.

Rivan's voice came low, husky, and dangerously calm. "So... you were checking if I'm dead, hmm?"

Rivan arched a brow. "You're thanking because you want to say something?"

She nodded quickly, eyes big and honest.

Rivan just shook his head, half in disbelief, half in frustration. He leaned a little closer, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen across her face. "Tell."

"Umm... everyone is going to Mumbai," she whispered.

Rivan hummed, unconcerned. "I know but i am not going."

she blinked, confused. "Means... I can't go?"

Her lips pouted, voice small. "But I want to go. Please..."

Rivan's eyes narrowed slightly. "So... you'll go without me?"

Devyani gasped and shook her head furiously. "No, no! I'll go only if you come with me."

Her face fell instantly. "So... it means I can't go?"

He studied her expression—the way her eyes dropped, her shoulders slumped—and sighed. "There's no rule that if I don't go, you can't either."

Devyani's head snapped up. "Then how can I go without my pati Parmeshwar?"

Rivan exhaled deeply, dragging a hand down his face. "Do you have a company to handle?"

She blinked. "No..."

"Then go. I won't come."

Her sadness vanished in an instant, replaced with a wide, toothy smile. "Oo... ohkay! I'll be going. You stay here. Always work, work, work!"

Rivan stilled, his gaze locking onto her glowing face.

"You're happy... umm?" His voice was low, almost dangerous, as if her excitement at leaving him didn't sit well with him at all.

Devyani tilted her head, blinking up at him. "Ummmm... baby..."

Rivan's eyes widened in disbelief. "Again? I'm not even scolding you this time, then why are you calling me that?"

She gave him a big, toothy smile. "Umm... simply."

He narrowed his eyes, studying her carefully. "I know something is going on in that little head of yours."

Her lips parted. "How do you know?"

"I know you kitten," he said, his voice firm, almost too certain.

Devyani blinked innocently, then asked, "You don't want me to call you daddy?"

"No."

She leaned closer, grinning slyly, "Ummm... then you have to listen to my one condition."

His brows shot up, the corner of his lips twitching. "Condition? With Rivan Thakur? Not bad... you're progressing."

"Go ahead."

Devyani lay pinned beneath him, her big doe eyes blinking up at Rivan as his heavy frame hovered over her.

Out of nowhere, she whispered with excitement, "You know... there's a machine where we can sit and go anywhere... just like Doraemon's anywhere door."

Rivan froze. For a second, he wondered if he'd misheard. "What...?" His deep voice rumbled, both confused and dangerous.

Devyani nodded eagerly, completely unfazed by his closeness. "Haan! You sit inside and—whisshh—you reach another city. Just like magic!"

Rivan blinked. His brows furrowed. His hand, which had been brushing her hair aside, stilled. "Kitten... are you serious?"

Devyani bit her lip and whispered innocently, "Why? You don't believe me? Even kids know it."

Rivan clenched his jaw, muttering under his breath as if cursing himself, "Anywhere... door? What the hell is she even saying...".

Rivan's voice dropped low, dangerous yet confused.

Rivan: "What... anywhere door? Care to explain?"

Devyani's eyes widened as if he'd just confessed the biggest sin.

Devyani: "Hawwww... you don't know anywhere door?"

Rivan's brows knitted tighter.

Rivan: "No."

Her jaw dropped. "You really don't know?" she gasped again. "Oh my God, you didn't watch Doraemon cartoon?"

His reply came like stone, cold and flat.

Rivan: "No."

Devyani rolled her eyes dramatically, muttering under her breath, "Bekaar pati Parmeshwar ji..."

Rivan's sharp eyes snapped to her, narrowing dangerously.

Rivan: "Did you... just roll your eyes at me?"

Her breath hitched, eyes widening. Only then did she realize—he was hovering over her, his body pressing into the mattress, his face just inches away. Almost like he was... sleeping on her.

Panic flared in her chest.

Devyani (screaming): "Aaaahhh!"

Rivan jerked back, confusion written across his face.

Rivan: "What the hell is wrong with you now?"

She nearly shoved at his chest, scrambling upright.

Devyani (stammering): "How... how... HOW can you sleep on me... like that!"

His veins popped, temper rising.

Rivan: "Mind your dirty mind. I was not sleeping! I was—" He stopped, jaw tightening. "I was just... nothing. Never mind."

(Srf Devyani k paas power hai RIVAN ko speechless banane Ki warna kisi Ki itni Himmat RIVAN se thk se baat karni Ki)

Devyani clutched her saree, cheeks flushed, whispering, "He can't even admit..."

Rivan raked a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath, "Unbelievable kid..."

Devyani, still catching her breath from the "hovering" moment, suddenly froze. Her eyes widened. "Arre baap re, Mumbai trip! Mai toh batana hi bhool gayi..."

She slapped her forehead lightly, then exhaled hard, pulling her trademark toothy smile back on her lips.

Rivan, watching her every move, narrowed his eyes. That smile. That dangerous smile. He leaned back slightly, voice rough but knowing.

Rivan: "Go ahead."

Devyani blinked innocently. "Go ahead... what?"

His jaw tightened. "Whatever storm you're brewing in that little head of yours. Say it now."

She giggled nervously, twisting her fingers together. "Hehehe... pata kaise chala?"

Rivan smirked, his tone low, sharp, and amused. "That smile means trouble."

Her eyes sparkled. "Nahi toh..." she said, dragging the word sweetly, almost like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

He leaned closer, voice dangerously calm. "Spill it,kiddo."

Devyani clapped her hands together softly and said in a sing-song tone, "Ummmm... we all... are... going to... Mumbai... by cars." She ended with her widest smile.

Rivan froze. The faint trace of calm on his face vanished instantly.

"What?" His voice was sharp, slicing through the room. His tone grew darker, colder. "No one is going by cars. Do you even know how dangerous that is? Especially for the Thakur family?"

The sudden weight of his voice made Devyani flinch. Her heart raced, her hands started to tremble. For a moment—just a fleeting moment—she remembered her father's anger. That same sharpness. That same storm in a man's voice that always made her shrink.

Her big doe eyes welled up, tears spilling like fragile glass about to break. Her lips trembled, her face turned small, fragile.

Rivan stopped. The words in his throat burned but refused to come out.

He stared at her—at those tears. He hadn't expected this. Not from her.

The ruthless Thakur who never faltered... felt his chest tighten.

He exhaled, his jaw tight, fighting himself, then finally moved. Slowly. Gently.

"Kitten..." His voice dropped, softer, almost careful. He reached out, making her sit on the edge of the bed, then lowered himself beside her.

"Listen," he said, quieter now, almost coaxing. "It's not easy to go by cars, okay? It's dangerous for everyone."

Her brows furrowed, lashes still wet, as she blinked up at him. Her voice came out small, confused.

"Dangerous? But... it's just cars..."

He shook his head, strands of his hair brushing near her face. "You don't understand. Our family... is not like others. For us, danger is always waiting"

But her innocent gaze only blinked back at him, uncomprehending. She heard his words, but the weight of them slipped right past her.

Instead, she whispered softly, "But...

Devyani sniffled, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her voice was small but stubborn.

"But... what will happen if we all go, na? It's not like we're small children. Even Sweet Uncle is coming with us—and he's strong also."

Rivan's jaw tightened, his voice firm but low. "But I'm not coming, kitten. Without me, it will be even more dangerous."

She blinked up at him, her lashes wet, her lips trembling. "Then... you also come, na. No one is stopping you."

Her big puppy eyes met his. It was like a punch to his chest. He exhaled hard, running a hand over his face.

"So you won't listen to me?" he muttered, more to himself than to her.

Devyani's voice gained a fragile edge, like a child defending her favourite toy. "But everyone is happy about this... and I am also. And you're the only one who is stopping..."

Her lower lip wobbled again, her brows drawing together. "...and this is bad manners."

Rivan froze. Bad manners. She'd just called him, Rivan Thakur, bad-mannered.

For a heartbeat, he stared at her, his veins pulsing, his teeth clenching... then something softened.

Kitten. Her voice. Her eyes. The way she was looking at him.

He exhaled again, slower this time, his gaze dropping to her trembling hands.

His chest tightened, torn between anger and something else entirely. She doesn't get it. How could she?

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away for a moment. "You're too innocent to even understand the kind of danger I'm talking about," he muttered.

But his hand, almost unconsciously, brushed against her cheek—gentle, careful—as if to wipe away the tears.

Rivan exhaled, his gaze still fixed on her. "Ummm... okay. I'll allow you all to go by cars."

Devyani's plain, teary face instantly lit up like a glowing lamp. "Really?"

"Hmm." He gave a short nod. "Really."

Her lips spread into a wide grin. "Thq! Thq!" she chirped.

But before her excitement carried her too far, Rivan's voice dropped again. "But... I also have a condition."

Her pout returned immediately. "Hmmm... okay. What condition?"

He leaned in closer, his eyes holding hers, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You missed one part... to kiss."

Devyani blinked, frowning. "One part? What do you—"

Then her eyes widened in horror.

Oh no.

Her name screamed in her own head. She'd kissed him. A few minutes ago. She had actually kissed him.

But how did he know?

Panic shot through her chest like an arrow. She scrambled up from the bed, hair falling into her face, breath hitching.

"W–what... I..." she stammered.

But fate wasn't done with her yet.

Her foot caught.

She tripped—

and fell back hard onto the mattress.

Before she could even gasp, strong hands caught her wrists. The bed dipped as Rivan's weight came down, hovering over her again. That same smirk burned into his face as he pinned her in place.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She could feel every inch of him. The heat, the scent, the power.

I'm going to die. The words looped in her head. I'm going to die today.

Her lips moved without sound.

Bhagwan... please. I won't kiss him again. Just let me live this time. Please, God.

Rivan tilted his head, eyes glittering like a predator toying with its prey. "Praying already, kitten?" he murmured, voice low, rough, full of mockery.

Her lashes trembled, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.

Devyani's voice trembled, her chest rising and falling too fast.

"What... what are you talking about?" she asked nervously, her fingers twisting into the bedsheet. Her heart was pounding so loud it almost deafened her.

"Yes." His voice was low, taunting, curling around her like smoke. "You kissed my right cheek... left cheek... forehead... nose... chin..."

He paused deliberately, watching her face flush redder with every word.

"...but you forgot one."

Her eyes widened. "O–one part?" she whispered, almost choking on her own words.

Rivan's smirk deepened, his gaze narrowing in wicked amusement. "Hmmm. Exactly."

Devyani's stomach dropped. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her heart stuttered painfully as realization struck her.

"So..." she managed to breathe, "...you were awake... at that time?"

Rivan's eyes gleamed. He leaned in, closing the gap between them until his breath brushed her ear, making her shiver.

"Hmmm," he drawled, dragging out the sound like a slow tease. His smirk widened.

"From the very first kiss."

Devyani's eyes flew open, her whole body freezing. "So... you mean... you were awake... all this time? I mean..."

Her voice trailed off into a whisper, panic swirling inside her. She wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole.

Rivan chuckled under his breath, low and dark, enjoying every second of her horror. "Every. Single. Second, kitten," he murmured, his voice brushing against her skin like velvet and fire.

Devyani crossed her arms, her lips jutting out in a pout.

"Oh, but this is cheating!" she argued, voice rising with nervous frustration. "You can't just act like you're asleep!"

Rivan tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Yes. Next time, I'll cover myself properly," he said smoothly, his tone mocking, "so that you won't take advantage of me while I'm asleep."

Her jaw dropped. "A–advantage?!" she stuttered.

His smirk deepened as he lifted his hand and subtly signaled toward his abs.

Her gaze followed. The moment she realized what he meant, her eyes widened like saucers. She instantly gulped, her throat dry.

"Bhagwan..." she whispered under her breath, cheeks burning crimson.

Rivan arched a brow, clearly enjoying every flicker of panic on her face.

Devyani quickly blurted out, "O–okay! I'll kiss you! But... you have to allow us to go by cars."

"Hmmm." His hum was deliberate, lazy, dragging her deeper into his game.

Her fingers twisted nervously as she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "W–where... where should I kiss you?"

Rivan leaned closer, his lips almost grazing her ear, and his voice dropped into a sinful whisper—

"Where do you think, kitten?"

Devyani: "Eyes?"

RIVAN: shakes his head, amused "No."

Devyani: "Head?"

RIVAN: "No."

Devyani: "Ear?"

RIVAN: a small smirk "Umm... no."

Devyani: "Then?" her voice a whisper.

RIVAN: "Lips." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Again I'm telling you—kisses are actually meant for lips, not for other parts."

Devyani's face screwed up in a childish chiiii of protest.

Before she could tease him back, Rivan's hand came up and covered her mouth, fingers warm and firm. His voice dropped low, dangerous and soft at once.

"If you say that again, gande bacche," he warned, "then I'll show you how this bacche will become daddy in a sec."

Devyani froze, eyes wide. She didn't understand the threa only the heat in his tone and it made her keep still. Silence fell between them, thick and humming.

Rivan's thumb brushed her cheek where it covered her lips, the touch oddly gentle after the warning. For a long second he simply watched her, as if weighing the next move part disciplinarian, part something that had nothing to do with rules.

Devyani gulped, her doe eyes fixed on him. "O... okay. I'll kiss your lips," she said with trembling determination. "But you have to allow us to go by cars, hmm? After the kiss, you won't step back."

Rivan's eyes narrowed, the smirk lingering. "Rivan Thakur never steps back from his words... only exception—" his voice dipped lower, rougher, "is you."

Her brows knitted in confusion. "Exception... me?"

But before she could ask further, the distance between them shrank. Their faces were already close, breaths brushing, his weight still caging her in. Their lips were just an inch apart.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Then, with all the courage her innocent little heart could gather, she tilted her head forward and brushed her lips against his—soft, quick, like a fleeting whisper.

And then she pulled back instantly, her cheeks burning, her eyes wide with the shock of her own daring.

Rivan's eyes, however, had darkened, his jaw tightening as if restraining something far heavier than her little kiss. His breath hitched, but his gaze stayed locked on her trembling lips.

Rivan's smirk lingered as he tilted his head. "But this... isn't called a kiss."

Devyani's eyes widened. "How? I kissed you just right now—on lips!"

He shook his head slowly, voice low and taunting. "But lips kisses... are different."

Her brows furrowed, lips pouting. "How come? All kisses are same only."

But then, as if remembering something, her eyes sparkled. Her jaw dropped. "It's mean lips kiss is also different!"

Rivan's smirk deepened. He raised a brow, watching her connect the dots.

Devyani, still blushing, whispered, "But... I gave you na. Now allow us to go."

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her lips. "No, no... until you try properly... I won't."

Her big doe eyes narrowed into the tiniest glare. "Battameez bacche!" she huffed, frustrated.

Rivan chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "Sirf aapke liye."

Devyani took a deep breath, her lips trembling. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his 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."

She loosened slightly, and he gave the faintest pressure against her lips—gentle, steady, showing her the difference between just touching and kissing.

When he finally pulled back, she opened her eyes, startled. "Oh... toh this is... kiss?"

Rivan nodded with a little victorious smirk. "Exactly. Now you know."

Her cheeks turned red, but she still whispered stubbornly, "Ab toh... you'll allow us to go in cars?"

Rivan chuckled, brushing his thumb across her chin before moving back. "Hmm... I'll think about it. Your training has just started, little baby."

Her breath hitched. A small sob escaped her lips. "He could have told me once... just once..." she murmured. "I would have understood. I always understand him his silence, his anger, his hatred... everything."

Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and uncontrollable. "That's why he hates me," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "Because he already belongs to someone else. Because in his eyes, I don't deserve even a place beside him."

She pressed her hands to her ears. "Stop it, stop it..." she cried softly. "Please stop this silence..."

Her tears wouldn't stop now. They fell endlessly, burning her cheeks. "I want to go home..." she whispered through hiccups.

Her head throbbed, dizzy with fear. The shadows on the walls began to look like faces angry, twisted faces staring at her. "No... no..." she cried, shaking her head. "Don't look at me... I didn't do anything wrong..."

She curled up tighter, hugging her knees to her chest. "Please come, someone please come... I'm sorry for everything... please don't leave me alone..."

Her voice broke completely now words slipping between sobs, fragments of prayers and apologies blending into one desperate cry.

Finally, when her voice gave out completely, she sank to the cold floor, curling into herself.