Romance under the sky💋
Vansh Malhotra - lives alone in a dark penthouse that feels more like a jungle than a home. He hates humans, avoids emotions, and surrounds himself only with wild creatures and strict routines.
My chest tightened. Something inside me cracked quietly.
I nodded.
He wasn't done.
"One more thing."
His voice was low. Dangerous.
"Make yourself dead when I'm home."
I froze.
"Is it clear?"
My throat burned.
I nodded again.
Yes.
Clear.
I didn't cry loudly.
I didn't scream.
I just... sat there.
Counting.
One... two... three... four...
My only way to stay sane.
She thought he would love her and care for her like other husbands.
But her thoughts turned into fear when she spent her wedding night outside the penthouse in the freezing cold, with not a single human around, whispering to herself that he might open the gate for her.
And the man who warned her to "disappear" starts noticing the one presence he can't ignore.
In a marriage built on conditions, distance, and unspoken threats...
something strange begins to grow.
Will Vansh accept a new human in his world?
Or will Tanushree disappear trying to survive in it?
Hope you enjoy as much as you enjoy STT
Devyani tilted her head, her eyes heavy with alcohol and mischief, moonlight making her look almost unreal.
She leaned forward on the bonnet, close enough that the jasmine in her hair reached him, close enough that her words felt like they brushed against his skin.
Because yes.
Everything was hot.
The night.
The tension.
Her.
Especially her.
Before he could answer, she sighed dramatically and tugged lightly at the edge of her pallu.
And RIVAN
actually choked.
On air.
Pure oxygen betrayed him.
He coughed once, then again, staring at her like she had personally declared war on his self-control.
Because there he was.
on both knees,
shirtless,
already trying to survive the sight of his wife looking like temptation wrapped in moonlight
and she was asking things like that.
Casually.
Like they were discussing weather.
His wife.
His innocent wife.
Who was currently not innocent at all.
He closed his eyes for one brief second.
Breathed.
Found patience.
Lost it again.
Opened them.
She was still staring.
Still waiting.
Still absolutely shameless.
He cleared his throat.
Once.
Twice.
His voice came out lower than intended.
Rougher.
Controlled by force.
She blinked.
Then frowned.
He stared.
She nodded proudly at her own logic.
From somewhere in heaven, the gods were laughing.
RIVAN pinched the bridge of his nose.
He looked up at her again, voice quieter now.
She gasped dramatically.
"Excuse me? I know exactly what I am saying."
She pointed at him.
Then pointed at herself.
RIVAN looked at the sky again.
He let out a slow breath and stepped closer on his knees, placing both hands on either side of her on the bonnet, caging her without touching too much.
Close.
Too close.
Her breath hitched.
Good.
Let her suffer too.
He looked straight into her eyes.
Calm.
Dangerous.
Beautifully patient.
"No."
She blinked.
"No?"
"No."
He leaned in slightly.
She pouted instantly.
She narrowed her eyes.
Then whispered suspiciously,
Silence.
RIVAN gave her the kind of look that should have answered everything.
She gasped.
He almost laughed.
Almost.
His knuckles brushed her skin.
Soft.
Warm.
Her heartbeat betrayed her immediately.
His voice dropped to almost a murmur.
She swallowed.
"You can drive me insane."
A pause.
Another pause.
Her lips twitched.
"But..."
His thumb lightly brushed the edge of her chin.
The words landed like fire.
Her cheeks turned crimson.
And for once
Devyani had no dramatic reply.
Only a tiny whisper.
"Why?"
RIVAN smiled.
Slow.
Dangerous.
Because if he answered honestly
neither of them were going home tonight.
So instead, he leaned closer and murmured against the night air
A beat.
His eyes dropped to her lips.
Slowly...
deliberately...
with those dangerously innocent eyes fixed only on him
Devyani lifted her hand to her shoulder.
RIVAN's entire body went still.
Every nerve.
Every breath.
Every ounce of control.
Still.
She caught the edge of her pallu between her fingers, her bangles clinking softly in the quiet night, and with one slow pull
she let it slip.
The fabric slid from her shoulder like liquid silk, falling down her arm, pooling beside her on the bonnet.
The cool night air kissed her bare skin instantly.
A sharp shiver ran through her body, delicate and visible, her shoulders trembling slightly beneath the moonlight. Goosebumps rose along her skin, and she inhaled softly, eyes fluttering for just a second at the sensation.
But the shiver that ran through RIVAN
was far worse.
It hit him like lightning.
Straight down his spine.
Violent.
Unforgiving.
Because now
with her sitting there like temptation itself, moonlight touching skin that was supposed to belong only to his eyes
she looked less like his innocent wife
and more like every dangerous fantasy he had spent months trying not to have.
And it was not helping.
At all.
In fact
it was making survival impossible.
His jaw locked.
Hard.
His hands clenched at his sides.
He looked away for one second.
Just one.
Because if he kept staring, he was going to forget every promise he had made to himself tonight.
But then
her soft voice came.
Quiet.
Curious.
Completely unaware of the war she was causing.
He shut his eyes.
No.
No, he did not want to see.
Unfortunately
he absolutely did.
She smiled a little, tilting her head.
When he looked back at her, his eyes had changed.
Darker.
Heavier.
That dangerous calm she should have feared.
But didn't.
Because she trusted him.
And that trust was the only reason he was still breathing like a civilized man.
He stepped closer.
Slowly.
Close enough that she had to tilt her head back to keep looking at him.
Close enough that the air between them became something alive.
His voice came low.
Rough.
Barely controlled.
She blinked.
His fingers reached for the fallen pallu.
Not hurried.
Not angry.
Slow.
Careful.
Like handling something sacred.
He lifted it again and draped it back over her shoulder, covering her gently, his knuckles brushing her skin just enough to make both of them feel it.
Her breath caught.
His probably stopped.
He adjusted the fabric with maddening patience.
Then leaned down, his lips near her ear, voice almost a whisper.
A pause.
A dangerous one.
Her entire face turned crimson.
Even drunk, even bold
that did something to her.
She swallowed.
Hard.
And whispered back, with the kind of honesty only Devyani could manage
RIVAN froze.
Completely.
The night stopped.
The wind stopped.
His heartbeat absolutely did not stop.
He pulled back just enough to look at her.
Really look at her.
At the flushed cheeks.
At the trembling lips.
At the innocence still sitting there beneath all this reckless bravery.
And he knew.
She meant it.
Not with seduction.
Not with experience.
But with trust.
With love.
With the simple certainty that she was his.
And that
that ruined him more than anything else.
He touched her cheek softly.
Almost reverently.
And smiled like a man losing a war he didn't want to win.
"Kitten..."
His thumb brushed her skin.
His gaze dropped to her lips.
Then she folded her arms.
Devyani narrowed her eyes.
He stared at her for a moment.
She blinked.
Offended.
He stepped even closer.
His voice dropped lower.
Her angry little face cracked instantly.
Because beneath all the drama, all the tears, all the stubbornness
that was all she wanted.
Him needing her.
Her lips trembled.
Her eyes filled again.
So small.
So soft.
And before she could start crying for the seventeenth time tonight, RIVAN reached forward and pulled her into him.
Not gently.
Not politely.
No distance.
No hesitation.
He dragged her straight into his chest like she belonged there.
Because she did.
Her forehead hit his shoulder.
Her hands clutched him automatically.
And then
she melted.
All the anger.
All the stubbornness.
Gone.
She clung to him like she had been waiting all night to do exactly this.
Her face buried into him.
His arms wrapped around her tighter.
Safer.
Warmer.
Like apology without words.
Like home.
She sniffled against his chest.
Tiny accusation.
His jaw tightened.
A pause.
Then quietly
She sniffed again.
Devyani pulled back slightly, just enough to glare up at RIVAN with drunken dignity.
His ears turned red again.
Hopeless.
Absolutely hopeless.
She poked his chest.
Hard.
poke
poke
dramatic pause
RIVAN stared at her.
Then, despite everything
despite the stress, the fear, the absolute madness of tonight
he laughed.
A real laugh.
Low.
Warm.
Rare.
And Devyani froze.
Because that laugh
that laugh always won.
He touched his forehead to hers.
Eyes softer now.
Danger gone.
Only love left.
A pause.
She gasped.
Offended.
She moved before he could say anything.
As if the silence between them had become too much.
As if the space itself was unbearable.
Devyani slipped off the bonnet and straight into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly, fiercely, like she was afraid he might disappear if she let go.
The distance vanished.
The world vanished.
There was only her.
Only him.
Only this.
RIVAN's breath caught as her body pressed against his bare chest, warm and trembling, her cheek resting against him, her fingers clutching him like he was the only thing keeping her standing.
And maybe he was.
Maybe she was the same for him.
Slowly, his arms came around her.
Strong.
Certain.
Protective.
He pulled her closer, one hand spreading against her back, the other sliding into her hair, holding her there like she belonged nowhere else.
Because she didn't.
She fit there.
Perfectly.
Against him.
Devyani closed her eyes, burying herself deeper into him, into the familiar scent that was entirely RIVAN warm skin, faint cologne, night air, and something darker that always felt like safety.
She breathed him in slowly.
Deeply.
Like she was trying to memorize him through scent alone.
As if love could be inhaled.
As if she could keep him inside her lungs forever.
Her own breathing had changed now.
Slower.
Heavier.
Each inhale brushing against his skin.
Each exhale making his control thinner.
RIVAN felt it.
Every second of it.
Every small movement.
Every trembling breath.
And then
her lips brushed his neck.
Soft.
Barely there.
A kiss so light it should have meant nothing.
But it did.
God, it did.
His entire body reacted.
A sharp shiver ran through him, sudden and uncontrollable, his fingers tightening slightly at her waist.
His jaw clenched.
His eyes closed.
Because that
that was unfair.
Wildly unfair.
She didn't even realize what she was doing.
Or maybe she did.
And that possibility was even more dangerous.
Devyani stayed there, lips near his skin, breathing him in again, slower this time, like she was testing something she didn't fully understand.
Her voice came soft.
Almost sleepy.
Almost vulnerable.
And that
that broke something inside him.
Not desire.
Something deeper.
Something far more dangerous.
Love.
Raw.
Unprotected.
Terrifying.
His throat tightened.
He lowered his head, resting his forehead lightly against hers, both of them standing there under the moonlight like the world had narrowed to this one fragile moment.
His voice was barely above a whisper.
Silence followed.
Not empty.
Full.
Breathing.
Alive.
She looked up at him with those impossible eyes, still a little drunk, still too honest, still capable of destroying every defense he had.
And she whispered
The words hit harder than any blade.
RIVAN stilled.
Because there it was.
The truth.
Not hidden behind teasing.
Not softened by laughter.
Just pain.
Pure and simple.
And he had caused it.
His arms tightened around her instinctively.
His voice cracked quietly.
A pause.
Heavy.
His hand cupped the back of her head gently.
He swallowed.
Her lashes trembled.
And for the first time tonight
neither of them had anywhere left to hide.
Her trembling hands fingers that had never gripped anything more demanding than a book or a coffee cup found his shoulders.
He was shirtless, the heat of his skin burning through the thin fabric of her top.
She didn't think.
She just moved.
One shove sent him stumbling backward, the back of his thighs hitting the edge of the car's bonnet.
His eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. What the....
Before he could finish the thought, she lunged.
Her body slammed into his, driving him flat onto the warm metal.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and the bonnet groaned beneath them.
She didn't give a damn about the car, about the glass, about anything except the desperate fire clawing up her spine.
She was on top of him now, straddling his hips, her knees pressed into the metal.
Her breaths came in ragged gasps, each one hotter than the last.
She looked feral.
Unhinged.
"Shhhhhhh," she hissed, her voice low and broken, her lips brushing his ear.
He'd seen her nervous, seen her blush, seen her stumble over words when he got too close.
But this? This was new. And fuck if it didn't make his cock twitch in his pants.
"Ummm..." he hummed, a low sound that vibrated in his chest.
She didn't wait for a response.
Her hands shot up, fisting in his hair, yanking his head back.
Her mouth crashed into his.
Not a kiss an assault.
She kissed him like she was starving, like she'd been denied air her whole life and now she was drowning in him.
Her lips were clumsy, unpracticed, but the raw intensity made up for every missed rhythm and sloppy angle.
She bit his lower lip. Hard.
"Ahhh—" He winced, the sharp sting mixing with the taste of copper.
But she didn't stop. Didn't pull back. She sucked the wounded lip into her mouth, lapping at the blood like she was claiming him, marking him.
His hands, which had been resting on the bonnet in surrender, flew up to grab her hips.
He pulled her down,she moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through his skull.
He used the leverage to shift, rolling his hips upward, and managed to flip them over.
Now she was beneath him, her back pressed against the cool glass of the windshield. But she didn't stay passive.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place, and her nails raked down his bare chest, leaving angry red lines.
"Don't stop," she gasped between kisses, her voice raw and desperate.
He grinned against her lips, his hands sliding under her saree, palming the soft skin of her stomach. "Wasn't planning to."
She sat up abruptly, pushing him back until he was sitting on the bonnet, his feet dangling off the side.
She swung her leg over, straddling his lap, her thighs squeezing his hips. The position gave her total control.
Her mouth found his again.
The kisses were harsh, bruising, her teeth scraping his tongue when he tried to deepen it.
She bit his chin, his jaw, his neck anywhere she could reach.
Her hands roamed over his bare chest, mapping the ridges of muscle, the dip of his collarbone, the hard nipples that pebbled under her thumbs.
He was shirtless.
Completely bare.
And the sight of his skin the way the moonlight painted shadows across his abs, the way his chest heaved with every ragged breath only made her more desperate.
She wanted to devour him.
To consume him until nothing was left but the memory of this night.
The bonnet was cold beneath them, the glass slick with condensation from their breath. But they were both burning.
He shifted, sliding his hands under her thighs, and lifted her slightly.
With a grunt, he turned them both, pressing her back against the windshield again.
This time, she didn't fight.
She let him take control for a moment, her legs spreading wider as his mouth trailed down her throat, biting and sucking marks into her skin.
But she wouldn't stay submissive for long.
"Fuck," he hissed.
She smiled against his lips, a feral, predatory thing. "Shhhhhh," she whispered again. "Just keep quiet. Let me ruin you."
And she did.
To be continue
His chest tightened so violently it hurt.
There she was.
Lying on the bed.
Unconscious.
Still.
Silent.
A bandage wrapped around her head.
Another around her hand.
Bruises stained her skin.
Her face looked pale.
Far too pale.
The sight hit him harder than any bullet ever could.
For a moment
he genuinely forgot how to breathe.
All the air left his lungs.
His throat tightened.
His vision blurred.
And suddenly the room felt too small.
Too suffocating.
Too cruel.
Because this wasn't supposed to happen.
Not to her.