Aditya and devyani cuteness #4
Rivan stood completely frozen. His jaw tightened as he slowly turned his head, shooting his Dadi an absolute, iconic side-eye that screamed complete disbelief.
The feared underworld kingpin was officially being placed under house arrest by his own grandmother.
Behind him, Rudraksh, Zaid, and Reyansh had to physically turn away, biting their lips furiously to muffle their loud, internal laughter at the look of total defeat on Rivan's face.
Even Virendra hid a chuckle behind a polite cough.
"Alright, alright," Virendra spoke up, stepping in to restore order before Rivan could attempt to negotiate a diplomatic treaty with his Dadi.
Everyone nodded in agreement, preparing to disperse into different wings of the massive estate.
Before Devyani could even shoot Rivan a sympathetic glance, Jinal slid in smoothly from the side.
Remembering Dadi's strict orders, Jinal grabbed Devyani firmly by her arm.
"Come along, bride-to-be!" Jinal giggled, dragging a wide-eyed Devyani toward the guest wing.
"No looking back! Dadi's orders are law!"
"Jinal, wait—" Devyani squeaked, throwing a helpless look over her shoulder as she was whisked away.
Rivan just stood there in the center of the grand foyer, watching his wife being forcibly marched off, leaving him stranded in absolute, single-status isolation.
One particular member of the family quietly slipped away.
Aditya.
He adjusted the sleeves of his black shirt, checked something on his phone, and started walking briskly toward the main gate again.
One step...
Two...
Three...
Virendra's deep voice echoed through the entrance hall.
Aditya stopped.
Closed his eyes for a brief second.
Then slowly turned around.
Virendra folded his arms.
"You just came back."
Virendra raised an eyebrow.
Aditya slipped his phone into his pocket.
The family quietly paused to watch.
Everyone knew this conversation.
It happened almost every time Aditya came home.
Virendra walked closer.
He looked directly into his son's eyes.
His voice wasn't angry.
It carried concern.
Aditya smiled faintly.
A tired smile.
Virendra's expression stern.
He exhaled quietly.
Virendra frowned.
He turned...
Walked toward the gate...
And disappeared beyond the towering haveli walls, carrying whatever secret mission had called him away.
Aditya had barely driven out of the haveli gates when his phone, lying on the passenger seat, began to vibrate.
The screen flashed a familiar name.
His expression instantly changed.
The easy smile he'd worn moments ago vanished.
He answered on the first ring.
"Yes."
The voice from the other end sounded hesitant.
"Sir..."
Aditya tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"What happened?"
There was a brief silence before the man replied quietly,
Aditya's jaw tightened.
For a second...
Everything inside Aditya froze.
His heartbeat stumbled painfully.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
Aditya closed his eyes.
A deep breath escaped him.
His voice remained calm.
Almost frighteningly calm.
He disconnected the call.
For a few seconds...
He simply stared through the windshield.
His chest felt painfully tight.
"Damn it..."
he whispered.
Without wasting another second...
His foot slammed onto the accelerator.
The engine roared to life.
The luxury sedan shot forward like an arrow released from its bow.
Traffic lights.
Crowded markets.
Busy intersections.
Everything became a blur.
His only destination...
Her.
The bustling heart of Jaipur slowly disappeared behind him.
Concrete buildings gave way to quieter roads.
The city noise faded.
The landscape became calmer.
Wider roads.
Luxury farmhouses.
Private estates hidden behind towering walls.
The outskirts.
Far away from curious eyes.
Far away from the Thakur Haveli.
Far away from the world.
Nestled among acres of landscaped greenery stood a twenty-five-storey glass tower.
Elegant.
Modern.
Isolated.
No company logo.
No residential board.
From the outside...
It appeared almost abandoned.
Only those who belonged there knew the truth.
The top five floors...
Belonged exclusively to Aditya.
Private.
Highly secured.
No visitor entered without biometric clearance.
The building itself was surrounded by twelve-foot stone walls covered in climbing ivy. Armed security guards stood discreetly at every entrance, dressed in tailored black suits rather than uniforms, blending seamlessly into the luxurious surroundings.
More than a dozen CCTV cameras silently monitored every angle.
Facial recognition scanners.
Fingerprint access.
Motion sensors.
Every inch screamed one thing
No one entered without permission.
The moment Aditya's car reached the gate...
The massive iron barriers slid open automatically.
The guards immediately straightened.
"Good evening, sir."
He didn't respond.
His eyes never left the entrance.
The car barely came to a complete stop before he pushed the door open.
One guard hurried forward.
"Sir, your keys."
Without even looking at him...
Aditya tossed the car keys into the guard's waiting hand.
"Park it."
"Yes, sir."
Aditya was already walking.
Long.
Purposeful strides echoed across the polished stone pathway.
Employees silently stepped aside.
No one dared stop him.
No one dared speak.
The private elevator doors were already open by the time he reached them.
Someone had informed the staff.
The moment he stepped inside...
The biometric scanner recognized him.
Access Granted.
The elevator began its silent ascent.
Floor after floor disappeared beneath him.
The digital display climbed steadily.
Finally
The doors opened.
A breathtaking penthouse stretched before him.
Floor-to-ceiling glass walls overlooked the entire city, where thousands of evening lights shimmered like stars scattered across the earth.
Italian marble reflected the soft golden lighting.
Modern artwork adorned the walls.
Everything was luxurious.
Everything was immaculate.
Everything...
Was painfully silent.
No music.
No conversations.
No laughter.
Only the quiet hum of the air conditioning.
The house staff stood lined up near the entrance.
The moment they saw him...
They lowered their heads respectfully.
Aditya didn't stop.
One of the housekeepers answered softly.
His pace quickened.
He crossed the enormous living area.
Past the library.
Past the indoor garden.
Past the grand piano that hadn't been touched in weeks.
Then...
He reached the sunroom.
The glass doors stood slightly open.
A cool breeze drifted inside, carrying the scent of rain and blooming white lilies from the terrace beyond.
Aditya's footsteps slowed.
His heartbeat grew heavier.
He gently pushed the doors open.
And stepped inside.
Penthouses
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The long, grand mahogany dining table of the Haveli was lavishly set for dinner, brimming with traditional royal delicacies, aromatic curries, and freshly baked breads.
The family began gathering around the table, taking their seats amidst soft chatter and the clinking of fine silverware.
Zaid had excused himself just a few minutes prior, stepping outside into the courtyard to handle an urgent international business call.
Once everyone was seated, Virendra looked around the table, noticing a glaring vacancy. "Where is Devyani?" he asked, turning toward his wife.
Meanwhile, up in her assigned room, the "bride-to-be" was completely oblivious to the feast downstairs.
Devyani was knocked out cold, buried deep under a mountain of plush pillows and heavy quilts.
She was wearing her absolute favorite oversized black-and-white panda pajamas, curled up in a tight, clumsy ball like a tired panda bear, snoring very softly into the mattress after the tiring journey.
Downstairs, Rivan's dark eyes were constantly flicking toward the empty chair beside him. He had been quietly scanning the grand hall for her the entire time.
Hearing his father's question, Rivan instantly pushed his chair back and stood up. "I'll go check on—"
"No," Rajmata cut him off smoothly, raising a firm hand and pointing a finger directly at his chair.
"You sit right down, Rivan. Did I not give strict orders this afternoon? You are not going anywhere near her room before the wedding."
Rivan paused mid-stance, shooting his Dadi an utterly helpless look, but slowly lowered himself back into his seat with a quiet sigh.
Rajmata turned her head toward her other grandson.
"Yes, Dadi," Reyansh replied calmly. He stood up, adjusted his watch, and headed upstairs to fetch the sleeping panda.
Reyansh walked down the long, carpeted corridor of the guest wing, stopping outside Devyani's door. He knocked politely twice.