Sold to the Thakur's

Real KISS🌶️

Before he could say anything... or scold me again.

.. I just pressed my lips to his.

I didn't want to get scolded again — last time he taught me, and I still remember it.

But this time... this time I'll show him that Devyani also knows something.

Don't underestimate me, Mr. Jungli admi.

I pressed my lips harder, eyes shut tight, heart thudding so fast I could barely breathe.

And before I could even think, my hands moved on their own I held onto his shirt, tugging him closer.

It wasn't planned. It wasn't boldness.

It just... happened.

My body betrayed me before my mind could stop it.

Then I pulled back, breathless.

He's so tall matching his height just to kiss him was a full workout! But still... I did it.

Hopefully, if this kiss works, he won't scold that poor boy.

But his eyes... they didn't soften.

They looked darker — like something dangerous was about to happen.

My breath hitched.

Why does every time he touches me, my heart starts running like a scared rabbit?

And why does he look so calm?

He's so shameless... ewww! Sometimes I feel like what if while kissing, I just puke in his mouth? Ewwww!

And before I could even think more nonsense, he suddenly grabbed my waist strong, firm and lifted me like I weighed nothing.

My legs wrapped around his waist automatically.

What is he doing now??

My back was against the wall.

His breath was heavy... and mine too.

Why does this always happen?

Every time I'm close to him, we both start breathing like we ran a marathon!

And he even said once... "I'll kiss you until you become breathless."

So... wait—

Are all kisses supposed to make you breathless??

But why??

Can't we just... breathe and kiss at the same time?

And why do we even kiss so much?

But lately... I kind of... like these kisses... umm... umm... ????

But whyyyy?? Is that normal??

Maybe it is... maybe not...

Anyway, right now I'm literally hanging on his waist like a little chimpanzee(ye ladki nahi sudhregi ?????♀?)

Hehehe, if someone saw us, they'd laugh for sure.

I kinda want to laugh too... our position looks so funny!

He carried me towards the bed, and my heart started racing so fast I could actually hear it.

Instinctively, I clutched his shirt tighter, afraid I might fall or maybe afraid of something else entirely.

He gently laid me down, his shadow falling over me.

For a second, I froze.

My mind whispered softly,

"Shh, Devyani... just feel."

And for once... I didn't argue.

He looked straight into my eyes and asked softly,

"Can I kiss you?"

Again with the asking.

Why does he ask every time?

It's just lips touching lips what's the big deal!

I wanted to scream, "Just do it!"

Because after kissing, he becomes quiet... calmer... almost human again.

Why so much formality, mister serious?

So I blurted out, "Yes, please... fast... why are you doing late?"

The moment those words left my mouth, his eyes widened like I'd said something unbelievable.

My heart skipped.

Did I... say something wrong again?

He smirked a little and said,

"Make sure to open your mouth."

"Oh, okay," I replied quickly and opened my mouth wide open.

"Ahhhhhhh—"

He just stared at me eyes wide like, is she serious right now?

I blinked, confused.

Maybe... maybe he wants to check my teeth?

Yeah, must be that.

So I opened it even wider.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

This time, his lips twitched.

And then he actually laughed.

Laughed!

I don't know why he's laughing though.

Wow... he looks cute when he laughs.

He should laugh often not just glare or scold.

As soon as I thought that, I quickly shut my mouth.

He was still staring at me, that faint smile refusing to leave his face.

Then, slowly, he leaned closer... and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.

I almost giggled it tickled.

Before I could say anything, his lips brushed against my forehead.

And then... his gaze lowered.

From my eyes... to my lips.

My heart started beating too fast like it was running a marathon.

He moved closer, and his lips finally touched mine.

Then his lips started pressing harder, and I felt myself growing even more needy.

He took my lips into his mouth, almost devouring them, and it felt... good.

There was a strange ache in my abdomen that I didn't understand.

I pulled him closer yeah, it wasn't me, it was my body moving on its own, so don't blame me.

He took my lower lip between his teeth and bit it.

"Ahhh," I winced, but somehow, it felt good.

He murmured, "Sorry, baby... but I can't stop."

Then he pinched my waist that didn't feel good, it hurt and before I could say anything, he deepened the kiss, taking full control, wild and desperate.

The way his tongue moved in my mouth was working wonders, awakening some hidden feelings within me.

I feel an ache in my abdomen.

He deepened the kiss; it felt like he wanted to pour his whole self into my mouth.

Our tongues collided.

He started moving his tongue along with mine like he was devouring me.

And literally, he was eating me my tongue, my lips.

He was squeezing them with his tongue, and our saliva was shamelessly dripping.

Ewwww, but I like it... chiiii.

I gulped; something is happening in my abdomen area.

Yeah, something that aches really badly like I want something to be shoved inside that part.

He smiles... why is he smiling after hearing my sound?

Is it bad?

I bite back my sounds.

He whispered, "Don't hold your moans, kitten. It's a pleasure to hear them."

I gulped what is he saying? What am I doing? Everything feels blank to me, but I'm loving this.

He said, "Respond to the kiss, baby."

Again, our lips met. The room disappeared, leaving only the connection between us.

I felt him smile in the middle of the kiss maybe because of my awkward attempts to respond.

I didn't know how, but I tried.

His lips were firm and commanding, and I responded eagerly, losing myself in the kiss.

Our mouths moved together seamlessly, exploring each other's taste. But why does saliva, which shouldn't taste good, somehow taste so good?

His hands found my waist, pulling me closer to him until I felt like I was melting into him. I felt something near my abdomen, something hard brushing against me, and it strangely felt sinful. The warmth of his touch sparked something deep inside me.

His closeness makes my breath uneven. The air feels strange heavy, like it's holding secrets I don't understand. My heartbeat is so loud that I'm scared he might hear it.

When his hand brushed my back, I froze. My eyes widened, but... I didn't stop him. I don't even know why. Maybe because it didn't feel wrong. It just felt... different.

Is this how couples behave?

Is this... that thing they call suhagraat?

I saw in movies that after it happens, even if husband and wife fight, they still end up smiling at each other the next morning. Does that mean after this, he'll never scold me again?

I don't know. Everything is confusing.

The lights around us are soft, golden flickering like my heartbeat. His shadow falls over me, and suddenly the whole world becomes silent, like it's just me and him.

My fingers tremble on his shirt. I can feel the warmth of his breath near my face, and the sound of his heartbeat so close to mine.

It feels like I've entered a scene that I don't fully understand like I've walked into a dream that belongs to someone else... yet somehow, it's mine.

Then he slowly loosened the strings of my blouse, and my eyes widened.

Why is he going there?

But I didn't stop him.

Is this how things work between couples?

Is this what they call suhagraat? I've seen in movies they call it suhagraat, and after that, even if they fight or get angry, they still look happy.

Is this the same? Are we... doing our suhagraat? Maybe.

Then slowly, my blouse loosened not fallen, just loose, still covering me.

In that moment, he moved his hand toward my stomach, and I felt goosebumps... shivers.

Then slowly, while kissing me no, not kissing, more like devouring me

he slowly, slowly roamed his fingers upward, and then

he touched my breast.

Slowly, gently... and my eyes widened.

He's... touching me there.

Isn't it bad?

But... he's touching me.

But then I moaned again yeah, this sound is called a moan, just like he said.

He touched me gently, and I swear, something strange happened between my legs.

Did my days come?

No, no... that can't be possible; months haven't even passed yet.

Then why am I feeling this way?

Ahhhhhhhh...... i moaned again.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

But the way his hand rests on my breast it feels like something sinful.

Are we committing a sin?

Then I got it does he love my chest? Yeah, maybe he does.

And I smiled while kissing him.

Yeah, now I can make a deal an exchange of chests and I'm smirking like he actually gave me his. But anyway...

Then I took his other hand and placed it under my blouse, and I could see his eyes widening more and more.

Then I thought he keeps touching my breast , so why can't I?

If he loves mine, then I love his too... so it's equally right if I touch his brEAST, right?

But wait his are smaller than mine!

How does he even manage to hold them properly?

I frowned a little, still lost in my thoughts while he had no idea what kind of serious calculation was going on in my head

Then I placed my hand on his breast those are mine.

So basically, we're just touching what's ours.

Then it seems he is gently touching my breast.

Is this okay?

Then I'll touch his

but his aren't as big as mine; my breast are bigger.

I was about to touch them but ended up pinching them instead.

He winced, "Ahhhh, kitten... slowly."

I got nervous and gulped.

I quickly pulled back my hands.

Idiot Devyani can't even do one thing properly.

Then he pulled me closer and looked at me with those eyes

those eyes that don't scare me,

those eyes that do something to me,

something that makes me feel like I could take those eyes out and play cricket with them.

Then he got closer to my lips and licked the corner, where my saliva and his had mixed together.

His eyes were locked on mine steady, deep, and unreadable.

And I realized... I was breathless.

Indeed, he was right when he once said ithe'd kiss me until I couldn't breathe.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, my breaths uneven.

His were the same, heavy and rough, like even air had turned into fire between us.

But what did we even do? We didn't move a mountain... did we?

Then why are my legs so weak?

Why is my body trembling like this cold shivers running down my spine, making my heart flutter and my stomach twist in strange knots?

I don't understand this feeling... it's scary, but somehow, it doesn't feel wrong.

Then suddenly, he kissed me again this time with force.

And in that moment, I felt every kind of emotion inside me.

My legs grew weaker.

I needed something... I was becoming needy but for what?

The world seemed to fade away.

All I could remember was him,his lips, his hands resting on my breasts

everything he did made me forget this world,

as if I were in another one entirely.

My feelings were flying high in the sky.

Before I could understand anything, he gently placed his hand on my cheek soft, careful, as if I might break.

The same man who made the whole world shiver with just his name... was now touching me like I was made of glass.

His thumb brushed away the strands of hair sticking to my face.

"Breathe, kitten," he murmured, his voice low, calm like a whisper only my heart could hear.

And I did.

For the first time, I took a slow, shaky breath.

I blinked at him, confused.

Wasn't he supposed to continue this??

Ummmm i mean.....i want more.

But instead, he just leaned closer and said, almost like a secret,

"You make me forget everything... even myself."

My heart skipped a beat.

What did he mean by that?

for the first time since forever... I felt safe.

Then he kissed me again with the same intensity.

At first, I tried to keep up, but suddenly... I felt out of breath.

My lungs burned, my chest tightened I wasn't able to breathe.

I hit his chest with trembling hands, trying to pull back.

He froze immediately, realizing something was wrong.

I gasped for air, clutching my throat as if I'd forgotten how to breathe.

He quickly moved away, his hands hovering helplessly near me.

And then I saw it guilt, pure and raw, flashing in his eyes.

Like he'd just hurt something fragile he never meant to break.

He whispered, his voice shaky, "I... I'm sorry, kitten. I lost control. I... wasn't supposed to, but... sorry."

I blinked at him, still catching my breath.

Yeah, he should be sorry if he hadn't moved, I would've probably died right there.

But seeing his face the way his eyes looked scared, his lips trembling

my heart suddenly softened.

He looked like a small boy who broke his favorite toy and didn't know how to fix it.

And I... couldn't even be angry.

I just whispered softly, "It's okay... just don't kill me next time, okay?"

My voice came out so innocent that even he almost smiled through the guilt.

He stared at me for a moment really stared like he couldn't believe I was still smiling at him after all that.

His hand trembled slightly before he reached out and touched my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin so softly that it made my eyes flutter shut.

"I'll never hurt you," he whispered, voice low and broken. "Not even by mistake again."

I don't know why, but my chest suddenly felt warm.

He tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear, his fingertips lingering for a second longer than needed.

Then, gently, he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to my forehead nothing wild or demanding,

just... soft.

And that tiny kiss made something strange happen inside me

like all the air I had lost came back, but this time filled with peace instead of panic.

I looked up at him shyly, whispering,

"You're not angry... right?"

He smiled faintly, shaking his head.

"No, kitten," he murmured, brushing his nose against mine.

My lips curved into a small, nervous smile.

Breathless again maybe that's what happens every time he's close.

I turned to him and said softly, "I... I have a few questions."

But before he could answer, I added quickly, "Actually, I really need to go to the washroom first!"

He chuckled that quiet, teasing laugh that always makes me nervous.

"Go ahead," he said, still smiling.

I got up, clutching my blouse tightly because it was half undone.

Just when I thought I could escape, I felt him move behind me.

My heart started thumping again why is he always so close?

Then his breath brushed my ear, making me shiver.

"Sorry," he murmured softly. "Let me tie it again."

He suddenly looked a bit serious, his voice low. "Umm... kitten... I'm so sorry."

I blinked at him, confused. "For what?"

"For... touching you without your permission," he said, running a hand through his hair. "I just... lost control for a moment. But trust me, it wasn't planned. I didn't mean to."

I just looked at him those big serious eyes of his.

Chi, sorry really doesn't suit him.

I made a face and said, "It's okay, just tie it fast!

His fingers brushed the fabric slowly, gently and my entire back felt like it was melting.

Why is he so slow! I wanted to yell, tie it fast, I need to go!

But my voice refused to come out, because every touch sent strange tingles down my spine.

My mind screamed, this man will drive me crazy one day!

Maybe I should just divorce him already... before I forget what I wanted to ask in the first place!

He tied the string carefully, and the moment he was done, I ran straight to the washroom.

Finally! I thought I'd burst if I waited another second.

When I came out, I had so many questions swirling in my head.

About him. About us. About what just happened.

He was sitting in the balcony now, the cold night air brushing through his hair.

The view was calm, but my heart was anything but calm.

I walked closer, the breeze making me shiver a little.

There was only one chair there. I thought I'd bring another from inside, but before I could take a step back, he reached out and pulled me gently.

"Pati ji—" I gasped, and the next second, I landed right on his lap.

My eyes widened as his arm circled my waist to steady me.

His chest was warm against my back, and for some reason, the cold air didn't feel so cold anymore.

My heart was doing dhak dhak again this man was truly impossible.

He leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear.

"Does it hurt that much?" he whispered, his voice low, almost guilty.

I turned slightly, our faces just inches apart.

My lips parted, but I stopped myself from speaking the truth.

Because how could I tell him that it wasn't my lips that hurt... it was something else entirely?

So, I just shook my head softly and whispered, "No... not really."

But inside my mind, I was screaming mentally, yes, it hurts! But not where you think, pati Parmeshwar ji!

Ugh, how do people even say such things? I'd rather die than explain that right now!

I settled myself properly on his lap.

Hmm... his lap is actually a very nice place to sit.

It's big, warm, and surprisingly comfy way better than any chair!

Maybe I should just sit here always... yes, permanent seat found!

My breath caught the moment suddenly his face came close too close.

A shiver ran down my spine as his lips brushed near my neck, his breath warm against my skin.

"Ahh pati ji ..." I whispered, my voice trembling.

He hummed softly, the sound sending waves through my chest.

"Pati ji... please," I managed to say, half pleading, half lost.

He tilted his head, his voice low and teasing. "Please what, baby?"

My cheeks burned. "Stop na... I-I don't want to go to the washroom again..."

He chuckled quietly, the sound melting my heart. "Then I'll help you. Don't worry."

Before I could say anything, his lips brushed my above my breast gentle, slow, and unbearably soft. My heart raced, my hands clutchin his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping me grounded.

He left so many wet kisses on my neck that i began to lose control, my breath turning uneven,my body trembling.

His lips brushed my shoulder slow, careful, as if he was afraid I might break.

I froze, unable to move, yet my heart refused to stay still. It raced, loud enough that I was sure he could hear it.

Then, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss near the small mole just above my chest.

For a second, I forgot how to breathe. The air around us was already cold, but his touch... it made everything inside me burn.

I didn't know whether to push him away or melt into him. My fingers clutched his shirt, trembling.

"Pati ji..." I whispered, my voice barely coming out.

He hummed against my skin, not moving away. The warmth of his breath made me shiver again.

"Pati ji... something is happening again," I said quickly, my hands clutching his shoulders. "Please stop na..."

He finally lifted his head, his lips curved in a faint smile. "What's happening, hmm?"

"Umm... nothing," I said quickly, looking anywhere but at him. "I can't tell you... but stop it, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow, amused. "Okay," he said simply, his voice still carrying that teasing calmness.

I tried to compose myself, adjusting my saree as if that would help steady my heart. "I... I have something very important to discuss with you," I added, trying to sound serious.

He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing with interest. "Important?" he asked.

I glared at him, cheeks heating up. "Yes! Much more important!"

His faint laugh filled the silence between us, and despite everything, I found myself smiling too just a little.

Devyani sat seriously on his lap, her little face glowing with a devilish smile that could rival any mischief-maker's charm.

Rivan narrowed his eyes. Now what is this little troublemaker cooking? Definitely nothing peaceful. But to his shock she did exactly what he feared.

"See, pati Parmeshwar ji," she said, her tone as innocent as her big doe eyes. "I know you are a boy... but don't be sad, okay? I won't let you feel bad. Since you are my pati, I'll help you."

Rivan blinked, staring at her like she just confessed to starting a world war.

What on earth went inside that tiny head of his Miss Confusion Factory?

Or maybe Mrs. Blunder Queen suited her better because whatever came out of her mouth was pure, unpredictable madness.

Out of nowhere, she murmured sleepily,

"No... maybe later. I want to sleep right now. I'm very tired."

Before Rivan could even react, she shifted closer, resting her back against his chest.

He stilled. His heartbeat thundered against her spine.

Then, in a moment that made even him forget to breathe, SHE took HIS hands in her hands and placed them over HER brEASTS.

"From now on... it's yours," she whispered softly.

And just like that she drifted off to sleep, her fingers still over his heart, her breath warm and steady.

Leaving Rivan Thakur, the man everyone feared...

utterly red-faced, breathless, and maybe, just a little scared of the spell this innocent girl had unknowingly cast on him.

The way we kissed... damn.

Her soft, pink lips fuck. I love them.

I love them so much it's driving me insane.

The way they trembled under mine, the way she gasped between breaths...

those lips weren't made to speak they were made for me.

They're mine now.

Mine.

Completely, irrevocably, dangerously mine.

Even the thought of anyone else seeing them makes my blood boil.

If anyone ever tried

I'd burn the world down without a second thought.

Her innocence might calm the beast in me,

but her lips?

They awaken every monster I've tried to bury.

It was the first real kiss.

Fuck, yeah the first kiss of RIVAN Thakur.

And actually, it was insanely good.

How can lips be this delicious to kiss?

Insanely delicious.

Her warmth, her softness.

.. I was just melting into everything.

Fuck, I wasn't able to resist at that moment.

I was completely out of control.

Then when I touched her BOOBS... it was so soft.

I ran my fingers over it gently, slowly.

My hands were hesitant, yet aching to touch.

And when I did... God, it was soft so soft.

Delicate, like the thinnest silk or a tissue.

I wanted to hold it, to keep feeling it.

.. but I couldn't.

I didn't want to scare her.

We're still at the beginning and I can't cross that line, not without her permission.

Damn... is this how it feels to kiss a woman?

No... not a woman. She's my baby. My kitten.

But fuck... I never believed it could feel like this.

I had always hated women their touch, their voice... everything. I hated it all.

Yet... around her, everything changes.

Her presence.

.. it's soft, yet it pierces right through me.

Every little movement, every sigh, every breath.

.. it makes my chest tighten.

I feel things I've never felt before warmth, longing, a strange tenderness that scares me.

And God... the thought that she's mine.

.. just mine, sends fire coursing through me.

Her scent... it clings to me, soft yet intoxicating.

I can't stop staring at her, at the way her lashes brush her cheeks when she blinks, at the subtle rise and fall of her chest. She's fragile.

.. but she makes me feel like I'm the one exposed, like she holds all the power over me without even trying.

Damn it... how can someone so small make my heart race like this? How can a touch, a look, a quiet sigh, unravel me so completely? I've ruled over everything... feared by men, obeyed by all... but this tiny, innocent being, she bends me without a word.

And yet... there's this fire. This anger. Possessiveness. My blood boils thinking of anyone daring to look at her the wrong way. She's mine. My kitten. My wife. My baccha.My blood would boil to protect her, even if it costs me everything.

But beneath that heat, there's something else... tenderness. A softness I didn't know I had. I find myself wanting to hold her close, to shield her from the world. To show her that even a monster like me can be hers completely, utterly hers.

SHE came out of the washroom all wrapped in her own confusion. Without a thought, I pulled her onto my lap. My lap... yeah, that's her safest place.

She blinked up at me with those big, innocent eyes and said, "I have a few questions."

I sighed, already preparing myself for whatever bomb she was about to drop. With her, logic doesn't exist if anyone ever reads our story, they should first leave their logical sense outside the door before opening the damn novel.

But damn... I love that about her.

Her cute, idiotic questions.

Her nervousness that shows in every stutter.

Her tiny hands fidgeting with the hem of her saree when she's shy.

Every bit of her madness calms my chaos.

She doesn't even try, but she does.

And that's what drives me insane the fact that she doesn't even know what she's doing

She rested her back against my chest, and I couldn't help but feel how small and delicate she was in my arms. Her warmth, the soft rise and fall of her breathing... it made my heart tighten in ways I didn't know were possible.

I thought, How did I get so lucky to have her?

Her little sigh pressed into me, and I wanted to hold her forever, to never let her go, to protect her from everything. She's my world, my kitten... and I'll make sure she always feels safe in my arms.

My hands tightened slightly around her, not in force, but in possessive tenderness, as if simply holding her could tell her everything my words couldn't.

Then when she held my hands, I thought she was just holding them.

But what she did next was completely out of syllabus.

She took my hands and placed them right on her breasts.

And then... she whispered softly,

"Now they're all yours."

My stupid heart instantly whispered back, It means yours, Rivan. All yours.

And just like that, I forgot how to breathe again.

So my dark mind whispered back, so... can I taste them?

I instantly pulled my hands away like I'd touched fire. She didn't even move just drifted deeper into sleep.

She's literally a heavy sleeper.

Even if the whole world was collapsing, she'd probably still be dreaming peacefully.

But damn... she looks so cute while sleeping.

My cute little baby.

Still... those are mine, right?

Can I have them tomorrow?

No, stop she said that in her sleepy tone... don't take it seriously, Rivan.

I carefully lifted her in my arms, making sure she didn't wake up. She snuggled closer, her breath brushing against my neck soft, warm, innocent.

I laid her gently on the bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin. For a moment, I just stood there, watching her my peace, my chaos, my everything.

Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep well, baby," I whispered, my voice low and rough.

Then I straightened up, my eyes turning darker.

Because outside that door... some bad girls were waiting—

and bad girls always get the punishment they deserve.

RIVAN's footsteps echoed in the cold silence of the room slow, deliberate, terrifying. The moment he entered, the air seemed to freeze. The darkness around him wasn't just a presence... it was him.

Kashvi's head snapped up, her already broken body trembling harder as her wide, tear-filled eyes landed on him. The faint light glinted against his sharp jaw and those merciless eyes that looked like they could burn the soul right out of her.

"R...Rivan..." her voice cracked, weak and terrified. "I–I'm sorry... my intention wasn't... I didn't mean to..."

But he didn't even look at her.

Not once.

He silently opened the black duffel bag, his movements calm too calm. That's what made it worse. He pulled out his black leather gloves, sliding them onto his hands slowly, one finger at a time. The faint snap as he tightened the last one made the guards flinch.

Kashvi's heart thudded painfully in her chest.

Her tears blurred her vision.

And when his eyes finally lifted cold, emotionless, deadly her last bit of courage shattered.

"Rajveer!" she screamed in sheer panic. "Rajveer, please! Help me!"

But no one came.

Only the dark chuckle of Rivan Thakur echoed in the air... cold and merciless.

RIVAN stayed in that room for a full sixty long minutes of suffocating tension, silence, and raw, unyielding control. Every second stretched like molten steel, every heartbeat pounding in the cold, oppressive air.

For him, an hour with any girl would normally be unbearable, suffocating but this time, he endured it. He endured it because something had happened in that hour, something dark, something dangerously intimate, something that stirred a storm inside him he could barely contain.

The air still carried the faint, metallic scent of fear and submission, mingling with something far more primal. Even as he stepped out, the walls seemed to shiver, echoing the intensity of his presence. Every shadow, every corner of the room seemed to remember him.

No one could know what had occurred in that hour not the guards, not Rajveer.

Only RIVAN knew. And that knowledge cold, fierce, and uncompromising made him more lethal than ever, a storm of danger wrapped in calm precision.

His eyes, his aura, even the slightest movement could crush or command, and anyone daring to step into his path would see just how far his darkness could reach.

Every nerve in him screamed with barely restrained fury, yet beneath it all was the singular, unshakable certainty: this was his territory, his control, and nothing no one would ever defy him.

RIVAN's shirt was soaked in blood, the sleeves streaked crimson. He sighed, but it didn't surprise him anymore this darkness, this rage, it was a part of him now.

He crept toward the room, every step measured, careful not to make a sound.

His heart thumped in his chest not from fear, but from a strange, sharp tug of something he didn't want to admit: relief that she was still asleep, safe.

.. for now. If she saw him like this... the panic in her eyes, the fear, the confusion it would break him in ways he couldn't handle.

She was curled up peacefully, soft and oblivious to the storm he carried. And for a fleeting moment, RIVAN felt a pang of guilt. How could someone like him so dark, so dangerous be holding something so pure?

He moved quietly to the bathroom, letting the cold water wash away the blood, but not the weight in his chest. Every drop that ran off his skin reminded him of the horrors he'd do for her, and the ones he might have to face for her.

Clean and in fresh clothes, he returned to the room.

She shifted slightly, murmuring in her sleep, and he softened instantly.

Wrapping her close, pressing her gently against him, he let himself feel something he rarely allowed peace.

For tonight, at least, the world's violence could stay outside, and here, in this fragile bubble, she could sleep safely, completely unaware of the storm that raged in him.

After some time, Rajveer cautiously approached the room, having been notified that RIVAN had returned. His heart pounded as he paused outside the door, knowing the darkness that lingered whenever RIVAN's fury was unleashed. He steeled himself, bracing for what he might see.

The moment he stepped inside, he gulped. The sight was worse than anything he had imagined. Kashvi lay there, her one hand is cut , blood pooling beneath her RIVAN's wrath had spared nothing. She murmured in pain, trembling and broken."I'll kill that girl with my own hand."

And yet... she was alive. That alone left Rajveer frozen in shock, his mind struggling to comprehend how RIVAN could have done this and still left her breathing.

Arav spoke softly but urgently, "Sir... she needs to be sent to the hospital immediately, and then back to London. She cannot remain here, order from sir.

Rajveer's gaze lingered on her for a heartbeat longer, disbelief and horror warring within him. How could RIVAN leave her alive? How? But there was no time to dwell. With heavy steps and a trembling heart, they rushed Kashvi to the hospital, her life hanging by a fragile thread.

Rajveer's hands trembled slightly as he picked up the phone. He couldn't shake the image of Kashvi lying in a pool of blood, alive but broken. With a deep breath, he dialed his father, Rajan.

"Papa... she's alive," he said, his voice tight, heavy with disbelief and lingering fear.

Rajan's voice came immediately, a mixture of relief and stern caution. "What? Thank God... Rajveer, thank God she's alive. You must ensure she's treated properly and then send her back to London. She cannot come back to India. We cannot take the risk."

Rajveer nodded to himself, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yes, Papa... she's being sent immediately. Hospital, treatment, then London. She won't return."

Even over the phone, the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

The terror of what RIVAN had done, the dark power he wielded, and the fact that Kashvi had survived it all left a chill in Rajveer's bones.

He realized just how dangerously unpredictable RIVAN truly was, and how small any of them could feel in the wake of his wrath.

Glimpse:

Devyani: "Pati ji... now tell me properly.

White-white cheez... aati kyun hai?"

Rivan: "Dev——please—stop saying it like that—"

Devyani: "Haan but tell me na.

Girls ko bhi hoti hai.

Aur boys ko bhi hoti hai.

Toh FIR sab mar rahe???"

Rivan shut his eyes.

Rivan (thinking):

Why does she talk like a crime reporter?

Rivan: "Nobody is dying, bacche.

It's... normal."

Devyani: " NORMAL??

White cheez kaise normal ho sakti??

It looks like fevicol."

Rivan choked on air.

Rivan: "FE—WHAT??

FEVICOL!??!? Baby what—"