When are we going to celebrate our suhagraat?
A new morning arrived.
Bringing new light.
New hope.
And somewhere
A new beginning for all of them.
Days started passing.
Quietly.
Blurring into each other.
But this time
They weren't filled with fear.
They carried healing.
Rivan stayed in the hospital for ten days.
Even though
Every single day
He tried to get discharged.
Giving everyone that same look.
That silent warning.
But Virendra was not someone to back down.
He gave him an even sharper look in return.
One that clearly said
Don't you dare.
Reyansh too stood firm.
But his way was different.
He didn't argue.
Didn't shout.
He simply ignored Rivan.
Completely.
That silence between them
Was louder than any fight.
Jinal's recovery, however, was slow.
Her injuries
Especially in her hand and leg
Needed time.
Patience.
And proper care.
Virendra decided the best option.
But sending her alone
Was not possible.
Not in this condition.
So
They sent her with Reyansh.
Her biggest enemy.
Jinal was not happy.
Reyansh was not thrilled either.
But no one asked them.
Before leaving
Rivan stood in front of Reyansh.
His eyes serious.
He just rolled his eyes slightly.
Rivan scoffed lightly.
But said nothing more.
Because he knew
Despite everything
Reyansh would never let anything happen to her.
Soon
They left the haveli.
Together.
Heading to London.
Three months.
Of therapy.
Of healing.
Of constant arguments, probably.
Back at the haveli
Things started settling slowly.
And somewhere far away
Two people who couldn't stand each other
Were now forced to stay together.
For three whole months.
And that
Was definitely not going to be peaceful.
Devyani was not talking to Rivan.
At all.
No matter how much he tried.
No matter how softly he called her.
No matter how carefully he looked at her.
She was angry.
Very angry.
But the problem was
Even she didn't know why.
Maybe it was everything she heard.
Maybe it was too much for her heart to handle.
Maybe it was just her way of reacting.
But one thing was sure
Her anger was dangerous.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
But unpredictable.
And Rivan...
Secretly loved it.
Especially her cute, angry nose.
The way it flared when she got irritated.
The way she avoided looking at him.
It made him want to tease her even more.
But not just him
The entire family was suffering.
Because when Devyani was in this mood
Everyone had to be careful.
Very careful.
One wrong word
And she would get upset again.
She was in the kitchen now.
Quietly making soup.
Her expressions serious.
Focused.
Like she was doing some very important task.
Aradhya slowly entered the kitchen.
Almost like she was entering a lion's den.
Carefully.
Step by step.
Everyone in the house was already scared of her "wild phase."
Because she would get angry over the smallest things.
And then
They had to pamper her like a little kid.
Devyani didn't respond immediately.
Still stirring the soup.
Aradhya gulped.
Then quickly said
And just like that
Devyani's eyes lit up.
Instantly.
Like a switch turned on.
"Really?"
Her voice changed completely.
Soft.
Excited.
"When?"
Aradhya blinked.
Relieved.
"Whenever you want..."
Devyani nodded quickly.
"Yeah... let me give him soup first..."
A small pause.
"...then I'll come."
Aradhya exhaled silently.
Crisis avoided.
Because in this house
Handling Devyani's moods
Had now become everyone's full-time job.
Devyani carefully poured the soup into a bowl. Her face was still slightly puffed with anger. She walked toward Rivan's room without looking at anyone. Everyone in the hall quietly watched her like they were observing a storm passing by.
She entered the room and kept the bowl on the side table. Rivan was sitting, pretending to read something, but his eyes were on her the whole time.
Devyani didn't look at him.
She picked up the bowl again and said softly, "Drink."
Rivan looked at her for a moment and then said, "You will feed me."
She immediately glared at him. Her nose turned slightly red again.
Rivan smiled a little. "I am weak."
Devyani frowned. "You are fine."
He leaned back slightly. "Doctor said I need care."
She crossed her arms. "Then call doctor."
Rivan almost laughed but controlled himself.
"Fine," he said softly.
She sat down angrily and took the spoon. She started feeding him, but her movements were slightly rough.
Rivan winced a little but didn't say anything. Instead, he kept looking at her face.
After a few seconds, he said, "You are very angry."
She replied instantly, "I am not."
He nodded. "Yes, you are not. Your nose is just red for no reason."
She stopped feeding him and glared harder.
He obeyed, but the smile didn't leave his face.
She continued feeding him quietly.
After finishing, she kept the bowl aside and stood up.
And turned to leave.
Rivan sighed softly, watching her go, completely aware that her anger was not really anger.
It was just her way of holding on to everything she was feeling.
Aditya drove the car while Devyani and Aradhya sat at the back.
Devyani was still a little quiet but her mood had already shifted after hearing about ice cream.
Soon they reached the ice cream shop and got down.
As they entered, the bright lights and colorful display instantly caught Devyani's attention. Her eyes started scanning everything like a child in a candy store.
Aditya looked at her and asked, "Bhabhi, which flavour?"
Devyani tilted her head, thinking very seriously.
"Strawberry..." she said.
Then immediately, "No... chocolate..."
Then again, "Vanilla..."
Then she pointed at another one. "And that also..."
Aditya blinked.
Completely confused.
He looked at Aradhya for help but she just shrugged, already enjoying the show.
"Bhabhi... choose one," Aditya said carefully.
Devyani instantly frowned.
Aditya's eyes widened in horror.
"Arre... what did I do?" he whispered to himself.
Panic mode activated.
Without wasting a second, he quickly stepped aside and called Virendra.
On the other side, Virendra chuckled softly.
"Buy her four or five flavours," he said calmly. "Or else you are gone."
Aditya didn't even argue.
He immediately ordered multiple flavours.
Within minutes, he came back with several cups.
He carefully handed them to her.
Devyani's eyes lit up instantly.
All anger vanished.
She smiled widely, showing her teeth, completely happy now.
And started eating peacefully.
Aditya stood there, watching her, still processing everything.
Aradhya leaned toward him and whispered, "Welcome to handling bhabhi."
Aditya sighed.
But seeing her happy
He smiled too.
They returned to the haveli with a lot of bags in their hands. Devyani was holding balloons, chocolates, and even a cake. She looked completely happy, smiling brightly as she walked inside like a little child who just got everything she wanted.
Aradhya followed her and finally felt relaxed. At least her anger was less now. The house felt normal again.
Devyani was walking happily when suddenly her steps stopped.
Her smile slowly faded.
Her eyes fell on a stack of files being taken toward her room.
Her expression changed instantly.
Confusion turned into irritation.
Arav froze on the spot, not knowing what to say.
Aradhya felt her heart drop. She immediately understood that the calm moment was over.
Devyani tightened her grip on the balloons.
Her brows furrowed.
Her anger slowly returning again.
And just like that, her mood flipped once more.
Arav gulped seeing her expression change.
"Mam... mam this... umm... actually Virendra sir told me to bring this," he said nervously.
Devyani narrowed her eyes. "Really?"
Arav nodded quickly. "Y... yes, really."
She looked at the files again and then said calmly, "Okay... let's see."
Aditya looked at Arav with questioning eyes.
Arav gave a small nod.
Aditya immediately understood what was about to happen.
"Shit..." he murmured under his breath.
Without wasting a second, he quickly took out his phone and called Rivan.
The call started ringing.
Rivan was inside his room.
Surrounded by files.
Completely focused.
Trying to finish pending work after so many days.
His phone vibrated beside him.
He glanced at the screen.
Aditya calling.
But still
He ignored it.
Picked up another file.
And continued working.
Choosing silence over the storm that was just about to reach him.
She entered the room only to see Rivan flipping pages calmly.
She stood there.
Full of anger.
Eyes fixed on him.
Breathing heavy.
He sensed it.
The moment she entered.
The silence itself was loud enough.
Without raising his head, he slowly closed all the files.
Kept them aside.
Very calmly.
As if nothing was wrong.
As if he didn't know what was coming.
Then he simply laid down.
Pulled the blanket over himself.
Covered his face.
Pretending to sleep.
And here she was.
Standing there.
Anger building inside her.
Ready to burst any second.
Under the blanket, Rivan's heartbeat increased instantly.
Fast.
Loud.
But he didn't move.
Not even a little.
She got extremely annoyed.
Her face turned red.
Her nose flared.
She looked around.
Her eyes fell on a stick nearby.
She grabbed it without thinking.
"Fine!" she said angrily.
And the next second
She stormed out of the room.
Straight behind Arav.
Ready to take out all her anger on him.
Arav started running for his life. "Mam... it's sir... he told me to bring it," he shouted while looking back in fear.
Devyani ran behind him with the stick. "If sir tells you to jump in a river, will you do that also?" she yelled angrily.
Arav replied without even thinking, still running, "Yes mam... or else sir himself will throw me in the river."
Devyani got even more irritated. "No, you are supposed to protect yourself," she said while trying to hit him again.
Arav kept running across the hall, almost slipping. "Aditya sir help me!" he screamed loudly.
Aditya glanced at him once, completely calm, and then looked away. "Busy hoon," he muttered and continued with his work, ignoring him completely.
Arav felt betrayed and ran even faster while Devyani chased him without stopping, her anger still not going down.
Arav kept running breathlessly while Devyani chased him without stopping. His hair was messy, his shirt half untucked, and his face full of fear.
Just when she was about to catch him again, Virendra stepped in between.
"Devyani," he called firmly.
She stopped.
Not because her anger was gone, but because it was him.
She looked at him with an annoyed face. "Papa... he—"
Virendra gently held her hand. "Come here," he said calmly, distracting her.
Her attention shifted instantly.
Arav slowed down, looking back carefully.
Then he realized she was no longer chasing him.
Relief washed over him.
He placed his hand on his chest, trying to control his breath.
"I swear... I'll never come to this haveli again," he muttered dramatically.
And the next second, he ran straight out of the house without looking back.
.
.
.
.
She entered the room with fast steps and a burning expression.
"Stop your acting," she said.
Rivan slowly removed the blanket and looked at her like nothing happened.
"Oh... I was sleeping," he said calmly. "Something happened?"
She stared at him in disbelief.
She walked straight to the table, picked up all his files in one go and went to the drawer.
Opened it.
Stuffed all the files inside.
Closed it.
Locked it.
Rivan's eyes widened instantly.
"K... kitten actually..." he tried to speak.
Devyani slowly turned toward him.
Her eyes narrowed.
Rivan immediately shook his head.
He sat quietly, knowing very well that today was not the day to argue.
Rivan picked up his phone and said loudly, "Now a days my wife is very angry with me and she is also upset with me. What should I do,Siri?"
Devyani, who was busy cleaning her cupboard, paused for a second.
Then she heard the reply from his phone.
Devyani couldn't control herself.
She laughed.
A proper, cute laugh after so long.
Then she turned slightly toward him and said with full confidence, "See... wives are never wrong."
Rivan looked at her.
His lips curved into a small smile.
Because finally
Her anger had a crack.
She suddenly stepped on the bed and sat directly on his lap.
Rivan stiffened instantly.
Rivan took a deep breath. "Yes... kitten..."
She looked straight into his eyes.
She frowned. "Then?"
He hesitated for a second.
Then said slowly, "Because... I didn't know that I became husband suddenly..."
She blinked.
Rivan sighed softly.
Her eyes widened completely.
"Whattttttttttt????????????"
Rivan took a deep breath, already sensing danger.
He looked at her trying to fix his words. "I mean... I didn't know things will happen like that..."
She narrowed her eyes. "But you said you were sleeping."
Rivan closed his eyes for a second. "That was... different sleeping."
Devyani frowned even more. "What different sleeping? You were awake or not?"
Rivan tried to stay calm. "I was there... but not fully aware."
He immediately replied, "No no, I knew... just not properly..."
Devyani placed her hands on her waist. "You don't know properly that you are getting married?"
Rivan ran a hand through his hair. "Kitten... listen..."
But she stepped back dramatically. "Oh my God... I married a sleeping creature..."
Rivan sighed. "I am not a sleeping creature."
She pointed at him. "You said you were sleeping."
She shook her head. "Same thing."
Rivan looked at her helplessly. "It is not the same thing."
She stared at him for a few seconds, then said seriously, "This is cheating."
He almost laughed but controlled himself seeing her serious face.
She turned her face away. "No... I am very upset now."
Rivan looked at her, then softly said, "But even if I was half asleep..."
She didn't look at him.
He continued quietly, "I would still choose you."
She stared at him in disbelief.
"That's why you were roaming like a monster around the haveli?" she said.
"That's why you scared me that much?"
Rivan opened his mouth to explain but she didn't let him speak.
"Because you were sleeping during our marriage... then what about vows? It was lie????"
Her voice started shaking.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Rivan's expression changed instantly.
But she continued.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes filled completely now.
She made a small pout, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Rivan immediately reached toward her.
But before he could complete
She stood up quickly.
And stormed out of the room.
Devyani stepped out of the room in anger.
Rivan followed her immediately.
"Devyani listen—" he called.
But she started running.
"I don't want to talk to you, you sleeping creature," she shouted while running ahead.
Rivan ran behind her. "I am not a creature."
She turned her head slightly and said, "You are... and trust me the worst creature ever."
Rivan stopped running for a second.
Just stood there.
Watching her.
Processing everything.
He sighed and started walking behind her again, this time slower.
Because he knew
Running won't work.
Handling her would.
During dinner everyone was sitting at the table.
Usually Devyani used to show her anger openly.
But this time she was quiet.
Too quiet.
Upset.
Her eyes slightly red.
Her face dull.
Virendra noticed it immediately.
He looked at her softly. "What happened to my princess?"
Devyani didn't look at him.
She said in a low voice, "Papa... you don't talk to me."
Virendra almost choked.
"Arey... what did I do?" he said, confused and worried.
Rivan saw the perfect opportunity.
Without wasting a second, he spoke calmly.
"Mr Thakur... she is angry because when I was sleeping, you married us off."
He shook his head slightly.
The entire table went silent.
Devyani slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes now fixed on Virendra.
Her anger shifting direction.
Virendra turned and gave a sharp look to Rivan.
A clear warning.
Rivan simply smirked.
Completely enjoying the situation.
During dinner everyone was sitting quietly, but the tension was clearly building.
Virendra looked at Devyani with concern. "But Devu... it's him who was not agreeing to marriage. That's why we did it."
Devyani slowly lifted her head. "We????"
Her eyes narrowed.
Aditya immediately looked at Virendra and started signaling him with his eyes. "Papa don't take my name," he mouthed silently.
Virendra glanced at him and then muttered under his breath, "Too late... why should I die alone?"
And just like that, he said it.
Aditya froze.
His spoon stopped midway.
Reyansh was not even here, so all the blame directly landed on him.
Slowly, Devyani turned her head toward Aditya.
Very slowly.
Very dangerously.
Aditya immediately lowered his head and started eating his food like nothing happened.
As if food was the most important thing in the world right now.
The atmosphere was already tense because of Devyani's mood.
Aditya almost choked on water.
"Yes... it's all him... he is the one," he added, trying to save himself.
Devyani frowned.
Her innocent mind immediately accepted it.
She crossed her arms.
Aditya sighed in relief quietly.
Saved.
For now.
Devyani then looked at everyone.
She paused.
Then suddenly said, "Wait... papa... you transferred the haveli to maa right?"
Virendra nodded carefully. "Yes..."
"Good," she said seriously.
Then she straightened her posture.
"Since it's my maa's house... I am not going to tolerate any of you men."
Everyone went silent.
"Did you hear me?" she continued.
"Or else I will tell maa to kick you all out."
Virendra, and Aditya looked at each other.
Then all three said together obediently, "Yes mam."
Rudraksh, who was sitting there, started laughing.
He couldn't control it.
Devyani turned toward him immediately.
That made Payal and Aradhya burst into laughter.
They held their stomachs, laughing loudly.
"Bhabhi you are right," they said between laughs.
Rivan gave them a sharp glare.
They tried to stop.
But couldn't.
Virendra looked at Devyani again and said softly, "Still... something is bothering my Devu..."
Before he could say more
Aradhya quickly muttered under her breath, "He himself is asking for it..."
Then she whispered, "Papa keep quiet... she is already angry..."
Everyone knew it.
One more word
And she would burst again.
Devyani stared at him for a few seconds.
Then said, "It means... all the men here are at fault."
She took a deep breath.
Then looked at Virendra again.
Rivan's head snapped toward her.
Her voice trembled slightly.
Rivan's eyes widened.
Before he could say anything, Virendra slammed his hand lightly on the table.
"What... Rivan?" he said in a scolding tone.
Rivan blinked.
Confused.
Trying to understand how things flipped so fast.
"How could you???" Virendra continued.
The entire table went silent.
Rivan just sat there.
Completely still.
Looking from one person to another.
Trying to process what just happened.
Just a few minutes ago he was enjoying the situation.
Now somehow
He ran a hand over his face slowly.
Muttering under his breath, "Why the hell did I even open my mouth..."
Devyani sat there with a small pout, still upset.
Virendra continued to glare at Rivan like a strict father.
Aditya kept eating silently, not daring to even look up.
Because one thing was clear.
Today was not a good day to speak.
After dinner they both entered the room.
Devyani quietly walked toward the cupboard, planning to change into her night dress.
She was still upset.
Still avoiding him.
But before she could take another step
Rivan pulled her back toward him.
She flinched.
Her breath hitched.
One of his hands settled on her waist, holding her firmly.
The other gently came up to her neck.
Not tight.
Just enough to stop her from moving away.
"Hey baby... are you still angry?" he asked softly.
Devyani got nervous.
This closeness after so many days...
It made her heart race.
Her thoughts scattered.
"Y... yes..." she stuttered.
Rivan smiled slightly.
She frowned, confused.
He leaned a little closer.
His voice low.
Soft.
Devyani narrowed her eyes instantly.
Rivan shook his head lightly.
Before she could react
He lifted her in his arms.
She gasped softly.
Her hands instinctively grabbed his collar.
"Y... yeh kya battameezi hai... I am still angry at you..." she said, her voice shaky but not fully resisting.
Rivan just looked at her.
A faint smile playing on his lips.
As if he knew
Her anger was already slipping away.
I felt my breath getting stuck the moment he made me lie down.
My heart started beating so fast that I could hear it in my ears.
A small blush crept on my face and I quickly looked away.
Ummm... are we doing it... I thought inside my head.
I was giggling nervously within myself.
I felt a strange excitement mixed with shyness.
He gently moved the strands of hair from my face.
The same thing he has done so many times before.
And every single time...
I loved it.
His touch was soft.
Careful.
Like I was something precious.
Then his fingers slowly traced along my arm.
A simple touch.
But it sent a shiver through my entire body.
My grip on his shirt tightened a little.
I didn't know where to look.
At him...
Or anywhere else.
My thoughts were running everywhere.
My cheeks burning.
My heart racing.
I whispered softly, "Pati ji..."
But my voice came out so low that even I barely heard it.
I felt nervous.
Shy.
Confused.
And happy.
All at the same time.
I lay there on the soft bed in our quiet room, the dim light from the lamp making shadows dance on the walls like a secret movie just for us.
My heart was pounding so hard, like drums in my chest, as his hands touched my breasts again.
Ahhhh, him and his obsession with them.
I know why he can't have his own, so he fell in love with mine. It's not fair, right?
Boys and girls are built different down there, but why can't we all share the same soft swells?
It's like the world is partial, and I hate that.
Everyone should have equal rights to feel good. But okay, that's just my silly thought. Let me focus on him now, on us.
He leaned in closer, his body warm and heavy, pressing half his weight on me.
I felt butterflies fluttering wild in my stomach, making me squirm a little.
I wanted him to let go, to put all his weight on me, to kiss me harder, deeper, like he couldn't stop.
His eyes locked on mine, full of that deep hunger, and slowly, he closed the gap between us.
His lips touched mine soft at first, then firmer, like he was tasting something sweet after waiting forever.
Ummmmm... our lips brushing, moving together.
I started giggling because it tickled in a good way, but he just kissed deeper and pulled back a tiny bit.
Hein? He does this every time, teasing me like a game.
Why? It made my eyes sting, like I wanted to cry from the ache inside.
I thought maybe he wouldn't go further, that he'd stop and leave me hanging.
But no he trailed his lips to my jaw, kissing slow and gentle, sending shivers down my spine.
Then lower, to my neck. I moaned soft, my body arching up without thinking.
He left a wet kiss there, his tongue flicking just a little, and I felt his saliva cool on my skin.
I don't know why he loves marking me like that, but part of me likes the sticky warmth, even if sometimes it's a bit ewwww, like too much.
When our tongues finally mixed, oh god, it was like a zoo in my stomach wild animals jumping around, making everything twist and heat up.
Ahhhh, I know I'm crazy, hehe.
His breath was hot against my mouth, and I clung to his shoulders, shy but pulling him nearer.
Then he moved down, his lips finding the top of my cleavage.
That word cleavage I learned it in class recently, and it's so hot, isn't it? Like a secret valley between my breasts.
He kissed there deep, pressing his mouth into the soft skin, and I moaned louder, something bad stirring low in my abdomen, like a fire starting slow.
My mind wouldn't stop thinking weird things, like how his obsession makes me feel wanted, special, even if it's just my breasts he craves.
He kissed deeper, his tongue licking along the edge where my blouse still covered me.
My breaths came fast, chest rising and falling under his touch.
The air felt thick, heavy with that building tension, like we were on the edge of something big. I could feel the heat between my legs growing, wet and needy, but I was too shy to say it.
Suddenly, his fingers went to my blouse buttons.
One by one, he undid them slow at first, but then faster, like he couldn't wait.
I was shocked, my eyes wide. So fast! He was running like in a marathon, his hands shaking a little with want.
He pulled the fabric open, exposing my bra, and reached behind to unhook it. Click, click all the hooks free in seconds.
I remembered that day before, when he sucked on my nipples, pulling them into his mouth with such hunger.
It made me gasp then, and now just thinking about it had me biting my lip.
I waited, closing my eyes tight, my body tense and ready. What would he do? Touch them? Kiss them? Suck like last time? The anticipation built, making my skin tingle, my heart race faster.
I felt exposed, vulnerable, but in a way that made me ache for more.
Seconds stretched like forever, the room silent except for our heavy breathing.
But then... I peeked one eye open.
He wasn't leaning in. Instead, he sat up a bit, his face close to mine, eyes dark with that playful obsession.
His fingers moved again not to touch, but to... close the hooks? One by one, he refastened my bra, buttoned my blouse slow, deliberate.
When I saw him sitting there quietly... closing the buttons of my blouse...
I blinked.
Confused.
Completely confused.
"Hein...? Finish?" I asked in my head.
I looked at him properly.
"What is this, pati ji?" I said, still trying to understand.
Then suddenly a thought came into my mind.
I narrowed my eyes a little.
His eyes widened instantly.
Like I just attacked his ego.
I nodded to myself seriously.
He just stared at me.
Speechless.
But honestly... sometimes he is a very confusing creature.
I never understand what he wants.
One moment he comes close...
Next moment he acts like nothing happened.
I sat there thinking.
Trying to process everything.
Then suddenly
Something clicked in my mind.
My hand moved to my blouse.
Key.
I froze for a second.
Then slowly looked at him.
Ohhh...
Now I understand.
I quickly got up from the bed and adjusted my saree.
"This is too much now," I muttered.
He immediately tried to speak, "K... kitten..."
I turned toward him.
"Choose," I said seriously. "Either me or your office."
He didn't even take a second.
I folded my arms.
"Then why the hell do you want to work when you just came from the hospital?" I almost shouted.
My voice shook a little.
He looked at me, trying to stay calm. "It won't happen again."
I stared at him.
He frowned. "What? When did I say that?"
My eyes were filled with that same stubborn anger.
But somewhere deep inside
It wasn't just anger.
It was fear.
He said softly, trying to make me understand, "But see... I didn't work from so many days and I can't just randomly sit and do nothing. It's very exhausting, Devyani. Try to understand."
I paused for a second.
Ummm... well... he is right.
So I tilted my head and asked, "So you are getting bored?"
I looked at him with full seriousness.
He immediately replied, almost scared, "Don't cook anything, Devyani. I am not ready."
I smiled, a small pout forming on my lips. "No pati ji... I already cooked."
He looked at me like he knew something was coming.
I clapped my hands lightly. "Let's watch a movie together."
He just stood there.
Blank.
Processing.
I walked toward him with confidence, holding his hand.
"Aye... bade bore ho rahe the na... ab dekhti hoon kaise bore hote ho," I murmured with a playful challenge.
I added proudly, "Agar maine apko busy nahi rakha na... toh mera naam bhi Devyani Rivan Thakur nahi."
Rivan sighed quietly.
But a small smile appeared on his face.
Because he knew
There was no escape now.
Rivan looked at her carefully.
The look she was giving him was dangerous.
Very dangerous.
For the first time in a while...
He felt a little scared.
He scratched his neck lightly and murmured under his breath, "Biwi se darne mein kaisi sharam..."
But then he sighed softly.
I really need to finalize that deal... kitten won't listen at all.
He thought for a moment.
Fine... let's watch a movie first... I will make her sleep... then continue my work.
Yeah... that works.
He nodded to himself.
Completely unaware
Devyani turned toward him with a small smile.
"Wait... let me come," she said.
Then she added sweetly, "And don't worry... I won't let you get bored, my baby pookie ji."
Rivan smiled at the way she said it.
Soft.
Cute.
Dangerous.
But along with that smile
There was nervousness too.
Because this version of Devyani...
Was unpredictable.
And he knew very well
She was definitely cooking something in that little mind of hers.
Her voice trembled more
"Will you please stop scold... scolding me..."
Her throat tightened again, her words breaking apart.
"Because... it's hurting me..."
A tear slipped down again.
"You... are scolding me..."
The simplicity of it made it worse.