RIVAN ON HIS KNEES☠️
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RIVAN stepped out of the car, and the first thing he saw was her.
His wife.
His baby.
His headache.
His entire universe.
Dancing.
With Aditya.
In the middle of the damn road.
At midnight.
Barefoot.
Drunk.
Laughing.
Happy.
With Aditya.
Something dark and possessive rose inside him so fast it nearly made him dizzy.
Jealousy.
Pure.
Ugly.
Immediate.
His jaw tightened.
His fingers curled at his sides.
Of all the things he had imagined tonight
finding his drunk wife dancing like a festival spirit with his own brother was certainly not one of them.
And yet here they were.
Aditya, dancing like a rejected background dancer.
Devyani, spinning like the moon belonged to her.
And RIVAN
burning.
He could already think of at least fifty valid reasons to crush Aditya.
Legally.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Maybe physically.
Mostly physically.
His eyes stayed on them.
Especially her.
Her laughter.
Her smile.
The way her hair flew around her face.
The way she looked free.
And God help him
even in his jealousy, even in his irritation
he loved seeing her like that.
Alive.
Bright.
Unfiltered.
Still
with Aditya?
Absolutely not.
He stood there silently, watching.
Letting himself burn.
Letting Aditya's lifespan shorten naturally.
Finally, Aditya noticed him.
And instantly
stopped dancing.
Like someone had unplugged his soul.
His entire body froze.
His face drained.
His ancestors apologized on his behalf.
Because there, standing under the headlights like the final boss of poor decisions
was RIVAN.
And the anger in his eyes?
Visible.
Crystal clear.
Bright enough to guide ships at sea.
Aditya could see his funeral.
Actually see it.
Flowers.
White clothes.
People crying.
Probably himself crying the most.
He stood there like a criminal caught red-handed.
Meanwhile
Devyani continued dancing.
Completely unbothered.
Still singing nonsense.
Still emotionally committed to the wrong lyrics.
Then she noticed Aditya had stopped.
She turned.
Followed his gaze.
Saw RIVAN standing there.
And instead of fear
she smiled.
Casually.
Like he had just arrived for tea.
She waved dramatically.
Silence.
Complete silence.
And RIVAN's ears
traitors that they were
turned crimson red instantly.
Because she had said his name.
His actual name.
Not pati ji.
Not baby.
Not soft little names whispered into his chest.
RIVAN.
For the 2nd time.
Drunk.
Loud.
Publicly.
His soul left for a second and returned confused.
He cleared his throat.
Tried to act normal.
Failed.
Spectacularly.
Aditya had barely made it ten steps.
Ten.
Tiny.
Hopeful.
Freedom-filled steps.
He was already mentally writing thank-you letters to every god in existence for surviving tonight when
a hand landed on his shoulder.
Heavy.
Slow.
Terrifying.
He froze.
His soul quietly sat back down.
No.
No no no.
He turned slowly.
Very slowly.
Like a man opening his own death sentence.
And there stood RIVAN.
Smiling.
Which was somehow far more horrifying than anger.
Aditya swallowed.
RIVAN smiled wider.
That tone.
That soft tone.
Finished.
Absolutely finished.
Before Aditya could even prepare his final words, RIVAN stepped forward and pulled him into a hug.
A hug.
Brotherly.
Warm.
Loving.
Deadly.
At first, Aditya blinked.
Confused.
Oh.
Maybe forgiveness?
Maybe love?
Maybe
Then pressure.
Suddenly
pressure.
Immense.
Bone-crushing.
Soul-compressing.
Ancestor-meeting pressure.
RIVAN's arms tightened.
And tightened.
And tightened.
Aditya's spine filed a complaint.
His ribs started praying.
His lungs submitted resignation letters.
His eyes widened.
"Bhai..."
squeeze
"Bhai..."
more squeeze
This was not a hug.
RIVAN patted his back softly.
Too softly.
The softness made it worse.
His voice came near Aditya's ear.
Calm.
Sweet.
Threatening.
squeeze
Aditya made a sound usually heard from dying goats.
Another squeeze.
squeeze
squeeze
Pause.
A dangerous pause.
RIVAN pulled back just enough to look him in the eye.
His eyes darkened.
Then he hugged him again.
Harder.
Aditya saw God.
"BHAI PLEASE—"
She clapped happily.
Aditya stretched one dying hand toward her.
She gasped dramatically.
RIVAN smiled.
Pat pat.
Squeeze.
Aditya's voice became spiritual.
Devyani she asked innocently,
With his face crushed into RIVAN's shoulder, Aditya wheezed,
breathless gasp
Even RIVAN almost laughed.
Almost.
Instead, he gave one final deadly squeeze and released him.
Aditya stumbled back like a man returning from war.
Hair ruined.
Shirt wrinkled.
Soul permanently altered.
He touched his chest dramatically.
RIVAN adjusted his cuffs.
Calm again.
Perfectly composed.
"Good."
Then he looked at him once.
Sharp.
Cold.
Brotherly.
A pause.
Aditya nodded rapidly.
Both brothers turned toward her.
And for the first time that night
Aditya smiled like pure evil.
He pointed at RIVAN.
RIVAN turned his head slowly.
Very slowly.
And looked at him.
That look alone nearly stopped Aditya's heartbeat for the third time tonight.
But he stood firm.
No.
He had suffered enough.
Let the husband handle his own wife.
He folded his hands dramatically.
And with that, he took another respectful three steps backward.
Devyani, meanwhile, was still waiting.
Arms slightly open.
Eyes swollen.
Cheeks red.
Looking like an angry, drunk, emotional kitten abandoned by the universe.
She frowned.
She looked between both brothers suspiciously.
Aditya muttered under his breath,
RIVAN closed his eyes for one brief second.
Without away from her, he made a small signal toward Aditya.
Go.
Now.
Disappear.
Save yourself.
Aditya understood like a soldier receiving battlefield orders.
He didn't even breathe.
Just nodded once.
Took the chance.
And fled.
Fast.
Very fast.
Like survival depended on speed.
Because it did.
From behind him, Devyani narrowed her eyes dramatically.
She pointed accusingly as he vanished.
But he was already gone.
Probably halfway to another country.
She huffed.
Took one dramatic inhale.
Then climbed onto the bonnet of the car again like a queen returning to her throne.
She sat there with royal dignity.
Pallu messy.
Hair wild.
Eyes swollen.
Alcohol in her blood.
Power in her posture.
And pointed at him like she was issuing judgment.
She lifted her chin.
RIVAN raised one eyebrow.
Dangerously.
Slowly, he stepped closer.
Each step deliberate.
Controlled.
Like a man trying very hard not to commit several crimes.
He stopped in front of her.
Close enough to smell the alcohol.
Close enough to see the redness in her eyes.
Close enough to know she was still hurt.
His voice came low.
Firm.
A pause.
Then his eyes narrowed.
She blinked at him.
Then scoffed dramatically.
She crossed her arms.
Again.
His name.
Again.
Straight to the heart.
This woman would be the death of him.
Immediately.
He melted.
Internally.
Completely.
Outside, he remained composed.
Mostly.
He cleared his throat.
Looked away for one second.
Then said, far too calmly,
Another cough.
Tiny pause.
Even the moon judged him for that lie.
Devyani folded her arms, her eyes still carrying that dangerous mix of alcohol, mischief, and wounded pride.
Then, with complete authority, she pointed at him.
And to make it worse
she winked.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
RIVAN stared at her.
Then stared at the sky.
As if somewhere above, the gods might descend and save him from his woman.
Nothing.
No lightning.
No miracle.
No rescue.
Only stars.
Traitors.
Devyani lifted one eyebrow.
A pause.
Then with full drunken royal authority
RIVAN inhaled slowly.
Very slowly.
Because patience.
Because control.
Because murder was illegal.
He took out his phone first, dialing quickly, voice calm and low as he gave a few sharp orders to someone on the other end.
"Handle it."
Click.
He ended the call.
Threw the phone carelessly onto the car seat.
Then turned back to her.
She sat there waiting.
Like a queen expecting tribute.
Eyes fixed on him.
Not blinking.
Absolutely shameless.
He shook his head once, almost laughing at his own fate.
First, the jacket.
He slid it off slowly, the fabric falling from his shoulders with effortless ease, tossing it aside without looking.
Devyani's eyes followed every movement.
Focused.
Intense.
Like an eagle spotting prey.
Curious.
Hungry.
Not even pretending otherwise.
Then
his fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt.
Slowly.
One by one.
Unhurried.
Almost cruelly calm.
As if he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
And he did.
The first button.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Moonlight spilled across his skin as more of him was revealed, the sharp lines of his collarbone, the strength in his chest, the quiet danger in the body she knew far too well.
He didn't rush.
No.
He gave her time.
Plenty of time.
Every second stretched.
Every button undone like its own kind of torture.
And Devyani
God.
She was staring like this was the greatest cinematic masterpiece ever created.
Eyes wide.
Lips parted.
Completely invested.
If blinking was necessary for survival, she would have died right there.
RIVAN noticed.
Of course he noticed.
And the corner of his mouth tilted slightly.
Amused.
Dangerously amused.
Finally, the last button.
Silence.
Only the wind.
Only her breathing.
Only his patience snapping very elegantly.
He pulled the shirt off completely, slow and smooth, and threw it somewhere into the darkness without a care.
Now he stood there beneath the open night sky
bare chest kissed by moonlight,
shoulders broad,
skin glowing under silver light,
every line of him carved like something unfairly beautiful.
Power.
Warmth.
Temptation.
And Devyani
she pouted dramatically, eyes dragging over him with shameless appreciation.
Then, like a woman tasting luxury for the first time, she sighed softly.
A beat.
Devyani sat on the bonnet of the car like she owned the night itself.
Moonlight spilled over her like silver silk, catching in the loose strands of her hair, dancing over her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the stubborn pout still resting there from earlier tears and too much alcohol.
Her saree had shifted slightly in all the chaos, the pallu slipping carelessly from one shoulder, her bangles clinking softly every time she moved.
She looked like trouble.
Beautiful, dangerous, emotional trouble.
And RIVAN stood in front of her
shirtless.
Calm.
Infuriatingly calm.
His shirt somewhere in the darkness, sacrificed to her drunken royal orders.
His chest rose and fell slowly, moonlight tracing every sharp line of muscle, every quiet threat hidden beneath that beautiful control.
He folded his arms and tilted his head slightly.
A slow smirk touched his lips.
Devyani stared at him.
Hard.
Very hard.
As if she were trying to study an expensive piece of art she had every intention of stealing.
She bit her own finger thoughtfully.
Then lower.
Then back up again.
Unapologetically.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like she was reviewing a menu.
Finally, she sighed dramatically.
RIVAN smirked.
That arrogant, unfair smirk.
He stepped a little closer.
She gasped.
Offended.
That made her narrow her eyes.
Very seriously.
Very drunkenly.
She pointed at him again.
A pause.
His expression softened just a little.
She immediately shook her head.
"No."
Then with full royal authority
RIVAN raised one eyebrow.
Slowly.
Dangerously amused.
He stepped closer.
Devyani lifted her chin proudly.
She poked his chest.
Silence.
The wind moved softly.
The night held its breath.
And then
RIVAN smiled.
Not a playful smile.
Something lower.
Warmer.
Something that made her stomach flip.
And before he moved, she interrupted again
She shook her head dramatically.
He almost laughed.
Almost.
Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice low enough to make her heartbeat betray her.
"Yeah?"
A pause.
And then
he did it.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He knelt before her.
Both knees.
Shirtless.
Under the moonlight.
Head slightly lowered.
Like devotion itself had taken human form.
Devyani's breath caught.
Completely.
Gone.
Vanished.
Finished.
She smiled.
A slow, dangerous smile.
Alcohol was ruining whatever little peace existed in her brain.
Or maybe
it was simply revealing the chaos that had always lived there.
Because innocent?
Yes.
Absolutely.
But right now
innocence had lipstick on and terrible ideas.
She licked her own lip unconsciously, staring at him.
Really staring.
At the broad shoulders.
The sharp jaw.
The sinful calm.
The way he looked even on his knees like he still somehow owned the entire world.
And her.
Especially her.
She inhaled deeply.
Big mistake.
The cool wind wasn't helping.
Not helping at all.
Because now she could smell him.
And remember things.
Things.
RIVAN noticed immediately.
Of course he did.
He noticed the way her breathing changed.
The way her fingers curled against the bonnet.
The way her eyes were no longer innocent curiosity.
No.
That was curiosity with dangerous intentions.
His eyes darkened slightly.
There it is.
Voice calm.
Too calm.
She blinked.
Still staring.
His smirk returned.
She froze.
For one second.
Then tried to recover with dignity.
Failed.
Spectacularly.
A terrible lie.
He nodded slowly.
Another step closer.
Even on his knees, he made her feel cornered.
His voice dropped.
Her cheeks turned crimson.
Alcohol said bold.
Soul said run.
She chose chaos.
She leaned forward too, whispering like she was sharing state secrets.
"Maybe..."
A pause.
RIVAN actually laughed.
Low.
Warm.
Deadly.
"Dangerous answer."
She smiled proudly.
He looked at her like truth itself.
"You are drunk."
She gasped again.
"Rude!"
That made her quieter.
Because beneath all the teasing
there was him.
Looking at her like she was still the center of everything.
Like even after tears, fights, alcohol, drama, and public humiliation
she was still his.
She swallowed softly.
Then whispered,
RIVAN didn't even pretend.
"Yes."
Instantly.
Firmly.
She blinked.
Her jaw dropped.
His voice barely above a murmur.
And suddenly
the night felt quieter.
Closer.
Warmer.
She stared at him.
Heart too loud.
Mind too soft.
And in that moment, sitting like a queen on car bonnet with her shirtless husband kneeling before her under the stars
she realized something dangerous.
She liked this.
Far too much.
The cool night air moved around them like a silent witness, brushing against RIVAN's bare chest, carrying the scent of earth, moonlight, and the chaos that always seemed to follow Devyani.
He remained exactly where she had ordered him.
On both knees.
Still.
Unmoving.
His head was slightly bowed, but not in weakness.
Never weakness.
Only devotion.
Only choice.
Only her.
The silver moonlight spilled over his skin, tracing every hard line of muscle, every quiet scar, every breath that rose and fell with dangerous patience. His body looked carved from something stronger than flesh discipline, control, restraint.
And yet right now
all of it belonged at her feet.
His eyes lifted slowly.
Traveling upward.
From her bare ankles dusted by the road.
To the way her saree draped around her, soft fabric clinging to dangerous curves as if even cloth had forgotten how to behave around her.
To the flush warming her cheeks.
To the swollen lips she kept worrying between her teeth.
To those eyes.
God.
Those eyes.
Still innocent.
Still reckless.
Still looking at him like she had discovered a new kind of power tonight.
And maybe she had.
Devyani tilted her head slightly, studying him like he was some rare creature she had accidentally tamed.
Her bangles clinked softly as she shifted, swinging one leg idly from the bonnet of the car, the movement slow, careless, almost cruel in how effortlessly beautiful it was.
Then she smiled.
That dangerous little smile.
And her voice came out honey-sweet, soft with alcohol and mischief.
She dragged his name slowly, like she was tasting it.
A light, drunk giggle escaped her.
Bright.
Teasing.
Deadly.
She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees, coming closer to him.
Her voice dropped into a whisper.
Even the wind listened.
RIVAN kept his gaze lowered for a moment longer, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him a slow, shameless smirk pulling there.
Then he looked up.
Straight at her.
No hesitation.
No pride.
Only truth.
His voice was low.
Steady.
Ruinously calm.
The words settled between them like fire.
Silence.
Heavy.
Warm.
Her breath caught.
Because he said things like that so casually.
Like kneeling for her was the most natural thing in the world.
Like surrendering to her was not humiliation
but privilege.
She leaned forward more now, unable not to.
Her eyes moved over him shamelessly.
Across the sharp line of his shoulders.
The strength in his arms.
The moonlight gliding over every ridge of his abdomen.
The veins visible along his forearms.
The dangerous calm in a man who looked like sin and still somehow knelt like worship.
And suddenly
something shifted inside her.
A warmth.
Low.
Slow.
Unfamiliar and yet not.
Something the alcohol made louder.
Something his presence made impossible to ignore.
Her fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the bonnet.
Her lips parted.
And for the first time tonight, she realized this wasn't just power.
It was attraction.
Raw.
Terrifying.
Beautiful.
She swallowed.
Hard.
And he noticed.
Of course he noticed.
His eyes darkened just enough.
Not enough to frighten.
Just enough to remind her
he was still RIVAN.
Still dangerous.
Still hers.
He leaned in slightly from where he knelt, close enough that his voice felt like a touch.
Her heartbeat stumbled.
His gaze dropped briefly to her lips.
Then returned.
Because even his self-control had limits.
And she was standing on all of them.
A faint smile touched his mouth.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Then whispered, with complete drunken honesty
And under the moonlight
RIVAN smiled like a man who would gladly let her ruin him.