𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓|𝐁𝐮𝐚 𝐉𝐢

Saanvi’s POV

I stepped into my room, closing the door behind me with a quiet click before locking it.

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I let my shoulders drop, exhaustion weighing me down.

The jewelry boxes and gold accessories that Mummy ji had gifted me slipped from my fingers or landing on the bed.

I barely paid attention to the voices around me, their words fading into the background like white noise.

My mind had already drifted somewhere else somewhere darker, somewhere I had spent years trying to escape.

But the past never really lets you go, does it?

His voice echoed in my head, uninvited, unwelcome yet painfully familiar.

The moment his name crossed my mind, a shiver ran down my spine.

My throat tightened, my hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.

That day...

The day he entered my life.

It was the worst day of my life.

Samrat Rana.

Just thinking his name felt like tearing open an old wound I had convinced myself had healed.

But I had been lying to myself.

It hadn't healed.

Not even close.

The pain was still there, buried just beneath the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to remind me of its existence.

And now, it came rushing back in full force, like a tidal wave crashing over me, dragging me under.

I couldn't stop it.

I didn't want to relive those memories, but they forced their way in.

The fear, the helplessness, the suffocating pain it all came flooding back, choking me, drowning me.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed. My body shook as sobs tore through me, my face buried deep in the pillows, trying to muffle the sound.

But nothing could muffle the storm inside me.

The weight of my past pressed down on my chest like a crushing force, making it hard to breathe.

No matter how far I had come, no matter how much time had passed, I would never escape. I would never be free.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless. My entire body ached from the force of my emotions, from the years of carrying this unbearable pain.

How long had I been lying here?

Minutes?

Hours?

I didn't know.

I gasped for air between sobs, gripping the sheets like they were the only thing tethering me to reality.

My heart pounded, my chest tightened.

Would I ever be free from this?

Would I ever stop feeling like this?

Or was I doomed to carry this pain with me forever?

The thought was unbearable. The loneliness was suffocating.

Then, suddenly

A knock at the door.

I froze.

For a second, I couldn't move. My body was still trembling, my breathing uneven.

I couldn't let anyone see me like this.

With shaking hands, I wiped my tears away, desperate to erase any evidence of my breakdown.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to pull it together.

Because no one could know.

No one could ever know.

"Just a minute, Kiara," I called out, trying to keep my voice steady.

I hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.

My reflection stared back at me, red eyes, swollen lips, a face that still carried the weight of old wounds.

Taking a deep breath, I wiped my face dry and forced myself to look presentable before stepping out to open the door.

Mummy ji, Chachi ji, and Kiara entered the room, their expressions warm and expectant.

Mummy ji sat on the sofa and said, "Saanvi, beta, Rajveer's bua is coming this evening for your reception.

She couldn't make it to the wedding, so she's coming today ."

I nodded, feeling a flicker of nervousness.

I had heard about buas before, and they weren't always the easiest people to impress.

I wanted to make a good impression,

Kiara leaned in and whispered, "Bhabhi, be careful. Bua is very strict."

I blinked at her innocently. "Really?"

Chachi quickly added, "No, no, beta. Amrita Bhabhi is nice, but she has a strict nature. Just be mindful."

I nodded again, taking in their words, though the anxiety in my stomach didn't subside.

"And don't forget to come downstairs quickly, beta," Mummy ji reminded me as she stood up.

I gave her a reassuring nod, even though my mind was still tangled in a thousand different thoughts.

After they left, I found myself alone once again.

I glanced toward the mirror, watching my own uncertain expression.

My heart was heavy, but at that moment, I made a decision.

I couldn't keep carrying the weight of my past alone.

Raj deserved to know the truth about me.

"It's time."

It was time to tell him everything to let him see the parts of me that I had hidden away for so long.

I wanted him to understand me, to know where I was coming from.

And maybe, just maybe, I could finally start to heal.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to my closet, ready to change .

I sat at my desk, completely focused on my work, my fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard.

The glow of my laptop screen illuminated my face, casting soft shadows in the dimly lit office.

The only sound breaking the silence was the quiet hum of the laptop and the occasional clicking of the keys as I typed.

Just as I was getting into the rhythm of my work, a sudden knock at the door disrupted my concentration.

I sighed, slightly annoyed by the interruption, but kept my tone cool and composed as I called out,

"Come in."

The door opened, and my secretary walked in.

She carried a tablet in her hand and gave me a polite smile before speaking.

"Good morning, sir,"she said in her usual tone.

"I've brought your schedule for the day."

She approached my desk, holding out the tablet for me to see.

I took it from her, scanning the neatly arranged list of appointments and meetings that filled my day.

After a brief pause, she spoke again. "Sir, today you have a meeting with Mr. Oberoi."

I acknowledged her statement with a subtle hum, signaling that I had noted the appointment.

She nodded in understanding and, without another word, turned to leave, closing the door softly behind her.

I leaned back in my chair for a moment, my eyes flickering over the details of the meeting with Mr. Oberoi.

Mentally preparing myself for the discussion, I took a deep breath and got back to work, knowing I had a long day ahead.

After some time later ~

The hours passed in a blur of back-to-back meetings, each blending seamlessly into the next.

I stood up, straightening my suit jacket, just as my secretary escorted him into the meeting room.

However, I noticed he wasn't alone.

As I turned to face them, Mr. Oberoi's face broke into a warm smile, and he extended his hand in greeting.

"Hello , Mr. Rajawat," he said in a deep, friendly voice.

"I'd like to introduce you to someone."

He gestured to the man beside him a tall, imposing figure with a confident presence.

"Mr. Rajawat, meet Mr. Samrat Rana," he said, his eyes flicking between us.

( bomb blast 💥)

I maintained a neutral expression and extended my hand toward Mr. Rana.

He took it, his grip firm, and we exchanged brief, polite smiles before taking our seats.

The leather chairs creaked softly as we settled in, and I leaned back slightly, locking eyes with Mr. Oberoi, ready to begin the discussion.

But before we could start, my phone rang loud.

I glanced at the screen and saw my mother's name flashing.

"Excuse me,"I said to both of them before stepping away from the table to take the call.

The moment I answered, my mother's familiar voice greeted me. "Beta Raj, come home early today.

We have to complete the remaining wedding rituals."

I hummed in response, making a mental note to leave the office sooner than planned.

She continued, "And your Bua is coming over tomorrow."

I muttered under my breath, "Great, just what I needed."

My Bua's visits were always an event in themselves, filled with sharp observations and even sharper words.

I wasn't sure I was ready for that kind of energy so soon after my wedding.

( Bechara Rajveer all bua are same mayebe 💀)

Before I could ask her more details,

she added in a teasing tone, "And your sweetheart is doing fine too. She's just a bit tired today, her face was little pale and eyes were also."

Her soft laughter followed, and despite myself, I couldn't help but smile.

I hummed again, already knowing the reason behind my wife's exhaustion.

Our recent intimate had been eventful, to say the least.

I quickly pushed those thoughts aside, refocusing on the meeting at hand.

Ending the call, I returned to the table where Mr. Oberoi and Mr. Rana were waiting patiently.

I took my seat, regaining my professional composure, and we finally began our discussion.

Some times later ~

Hours later, as the meeting wrapped up, Mr. Oberoi extended his hand once more.

"Shaadi ki badhayi ho, Mr. Rajawat," he said warmly.

I thanked him with a nod.

Mr. Rana, who had been mostly composed throughout the meeting, suddenly smirked and said,

"Congratulations, Rajawat sahab. But you didn't invite us to the wedding. I hope you'll at least invite us to the reception?"

There was something in his tone casual, yet laced with something deeper.

I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I let it slide, offering him a small smile as I nodded in response.

With that, the they two left, and I finally headed out as well, making my way to my car.

I drove through the familiar streets toward Rajawat Mansion.

Normally, I didn't pay much attention to the route, but today, my mind wandered to my wife, to the upcoming reception, and, unfortunately, to my Bua's impending visit.

Upon arriving, I handed my car keys to the security guard and stepped inside.

The mansion was buzzing with activity.

Decorations were going up,

I frowned slightly, wondering what the function was, but I didn't stop to ask.

Instead, I made my way up the staircase toward my room.

As I reached for the door handle, I realized it was already slightly open.

Pushing it wide, I stepped inside, my gaze instantly drawn to the figure standing in front of the dressing table.

There she was my wife.

Mrs Rajawat

She stood there, clad in a delicate peach floral saree, her reflection shimmering in the mirror.

Her wrists were adorned with the red bridal chooda ,and she was struggling to fasten a delicate necklace around her neck.

I froze in the doorway, watching her, completely mesmerized.

She was beautiful.

Not just because of the way she looked, but because of the way she carried herself the quiet grace in her movements, the softness in her expression.

A thought crossed my mind, making my lips curve into a small smile.

"What's the use of all that jewelry when my arms will always be her favorite place to rest?"

( Tharki adami )

A surge of possessiveness and love swelled in my chest.

I wanted to go to her, wrap my arms around her, and hold her close.

" I want to kneel infront of her and tell her how much I love her and admire her "

And so, without another moment's hesitation,

I stepped forward, ready to claim what was mine.

I was completely engrossed in doing my makeup, carefully applying each stroke of eyeliner and adjusting my lipstick to perfection.

My hands moved with precision, but as I reached for my necklace,

I struggled to fasten it. Frustrated, I let out a small sigh, trying again to clasp it behind my neck.

Just then, something caught my eye.

In the reflection of the mirror, I noticed him standing at the door, silently watching me.

A small smirk crept onto my lips as I remembered how, just this morning, he said to me that I was staring him.

And ?

Now, he was standing there, completely captivated by me.

A mischievous thought crossed my mind.

If he wanted to stare, I would give him something to stare at.

I slowly moved my long hair to one side, deliberately exposing my bare back.

I knew the impact it would have on him.

After all, I was wearing a deep V-neck blouse with a stylish backless cut, revealing just enough to drive him crazy.

I could feel his gaze intensify, and I knew he was losing control.

To tease him even more, I shifted my saree pallu slightly, giving him a perfect view of my cleavage.

My heart raced in excitement, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

Just as I was about to enjoy his reaction, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.

I reached out to grab it, but before I could answer, he moved swiftly, pinning me against the dresser.

His strong arms caged me in, and before I could protest, he buried his face into the crook of my neck.

A shiver ran down my spine as I felt his warm breath against my skin.

I smiled to myself, knowing I had won this little game.

As I stood there, pinned against the dresser, my breath hitched when I felt his warm breath near my ear.

He leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing my skin as he whispered,

"So, kya irada hai aapka yeh sab karne se? Mann nahi bhara subah wale romance se, huh, Mrs. Rajawat?" His voice was deep and teasing, sending shivers down my spine.

("So, what's your intention behind all this? Didn't you get enough of romance this morning, huh, Mrs. Rajawat?")

And before I could react, he ran his tongue along my earlobe, making my body tremble at his touch.

I swallowed hard, trying to compose myself, but he wasn't making it any easier.

His grip on my waist tightened as if he had no intention of letting me go.

I knew if this continued, I would completely lose my self-control.

Gathering whatever courage I had left, I turned my face slightly towards him and said, "Agar aap thoda sa side hoke baat karein, Mr. Rajawat, kyunki hume tayyar hona hai. Neeche sab intezaar kar rahe hain."

"Could you please step aside for a moment, Mr. Rajawat, because I need to get ready? Everyone is waiting downstairs."

I tried to sound firm, but my voice came out softer than I had intended.

But, of course, he wasn't the kind to listen so easily. Instead of moving away, he smirked and pulled me even closer.

And then he said in a husky tone ," Maybe you should wear less backless dresses , Sweetheart".

His eyes held a dark intensity, and I knew he was in no mood to let me go.

" And mayebe you should should breath less air" I said in a casual tone.

Just when I thought things were about to escalate further, the moment was abruptly interrupted.

"Bhaiya, agar romance karna hai toh room ka door band karke karo" A playful voice echoed through the room.

"Brother, if you want to romance, then do it with the room door closed."

I gasped and quickly pushed him away as I turned to see Dhruv standing at the door with a teasing grin on his face.

"Aur bhabhi, lagta hai ab toh main jaldi se chacha banne wala hoon" he added, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

And Bhabhi, it seems like I'm going to become a chacha (uncle) very soon

My eyes widened in shock, and I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Dhruv" I glared at him, but he only laughed in response.

Meanwhile, him, seemed completely unfazed.

Instead, he chuckled and ran a hand through his hair as if he had been caught doing something completely normal.

Still blushing, I quickly grabbed my things and rushed downstairs, leaving them behind.

My heart was still racing, but I tried my best to calm myself as I joined the rest of the family.

#Later that Day

After some time, the "mooh dikhai" function was completed.

The guests had admired me, showered me with blessings and gifts, and the entire house was filled with laughter and chatter.

It had been a long but joyful event, and now, finally, we were all sitting together in the living room, chatting and relaxing.

I glanced around, noticing that everyone seemed engaged in conversations, but one person was missing him.

I knew exactly where he was.

I sighed and looked towards our room.

He was up there, probably glued to his laptop, working as always.

Typical Mr. Rajawat always the businessman.

A small smile played on my lips as I thought about him.

Even after everything, he still chose work over rest.

But knowing him, I had a feeling he wouldn't be working for too long.

After all, I had left him quite distracted earlier, and I knew he wouldn't be able to focus for much longer.

As we were all sitting and talking, I noticed someone arriving at the main door.

Mummy ji and Chachi ji immediately went near them to greet them.

Since Papa ji and Chacha ji were away for a business meeting abroad, Mummy ji and Bua ji met warmly, hugging each other.

Along with Bua ji, I saw three more people two girls and one boy.

I stood up from the sofa and walked toward Bua ji.

Touching her feet as a sign of respect, she placed her hand on my head and blessed me, saying,

"Sada suhagan raho."

After that, I went to the kitchen with Kiara to prepare some refreshments.

We carried a tray filled with samosas, sandwiches, and tea and placed it on the table.

As everyone settled in, Mummy ji looked at me and said, "Saanvi beta, go call Rajveer from his room."

I nodded and replied, "Ji, Mummy ji, abhi bulati hu Raj ko main."

Just as I was about to go upstairs, Bua ji suddenly spoke up, "Bahu, in our family, we don't take our husband's name directly.

And here you are, calling him 'Raj' so casually, without even adding 'ji' or any respect?

Bhabhi, what kind of girl have you chosen for our Raj?" she said, looking at Mummy ji.

Feeling a bit awkward, I quickly said, "Bua ji, I won't call him by his name from now on."

She was about to say something more when Mummy ji intervened, "Beta, you go and call him ."

I simply nodded and went upstairs.

A few moments later, Raj and I came downstairs together.

He touched Bua ji's feet to take her blessings, and she lovingly placed her hand on his head.

Then, she introduced her family. "This is my daughter, Esha Raichand.

She is pursuing Engineering," she said with pride.

I smiled at Esha and nodded. Then, she gestured toward her son. "And this is my handsome son, Abhiveer. He helps his father in the family business."

Again, I nodded and smiled at him politely.

Just then, Dhruv, with his usual teasing tone, said, "Bua ji, not handsome he looks more like a handpump".

Everyone burst into laughter, including me.

Abhiveer, on the other hand, walked closer to me and, with a playful smirk, said, "Rajveer Bhai, Bhabhi is really  beautiful ."

I smiled and said, "Thank you."

Before I could say anything else, Raj pulled me closer to him and said with confidence, "Of course, she is, After all, she's the wife of Rajveer Singh Rajawat."

I blushed at his words while everyone around us chuckled.

Bua ji then changed the topic and introduced someone else. "Alright, alright. And this is Esha's friend, Ishani ."

I gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back.

After a while, I went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

Everyone else continued chatting in the living room while Kiara and I got busy in the kitchen.

As we worked, Kiara suddenly leaned toward me and whispered,"Bhabhi, do you know that Ishani likes Raj Bhai?"

Surprised, I looked at her and asked,

"Really? Is that so?" while stirring the dal.

Kiara nodded.

"Yes, I've noticed it before," she said.

As I stirred the dal, but my focus was elsewhere.

My eyes kept darting toward the living room, where Ishani sat close to Raj, her laughter ringing out like bells in the quiet space.

She was leaning in just a little too much, touching his hand every now and then, her eyes shining with a playful glint. 

I knew Raj well enough to see that he wasn’t really interested.

He was listening, nodding occasionally, but his responses were short, his expression neutral. He wasn’t laughing with her, wasn’t leaning in the way she was.

His body language screamed disinterest, yet Ishani continued as if she didn’t notice or worse, didn’t care. 

But knowing this didn’t stop the strange, bitter feeling creeping into my chest. 

Jealousy. 

I hated the word.

Hated how it made me feel.

But there was no other way to describe the heat curling in my stomach, the tightness in my throat. 

I told myself it was nothing. Raj wasn’t flirting back.

He wasn’t pulling her closer, wasn’t teasing her the way he sometimes teased me.

He was just there.

And yet, watching Ishani giggle and touch his hand like she had some kind of right to him made something inside me twist painfully. 

I clenched my jaw and forced my gaze back to the pot. Focus. It didn’t matter.

Raj wasn’t interested.

This was just Ishani being Ishani. 

Still, my grip on the spoon tightened, and before I realized it, my hand moved on its own, dumping too much salt into the dal. 

But even as I stirred, trying to fix it, my mind betrayed me, pulling me back to the sight of Ishani sitting next to Raj, laughing, touching his hand. 

And no matter how much I told myself it didn’t matter, that jealousy still simmered, just like the dal in front of me.

I felt a strange discomfort rising in my chest, and before I realized it, I had added too much salt to the dal.

Kiara noticed and quickly said, "Bhabhi, I think you added too much salt".

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at the dal, realizing my mistake.

"Oh no" I muttered, trying to fix it before serving.

After serving dinner to everyone, we all ate together.

Throughout the meal, I tried to push away the uneasy feeling that had settled inside me.

Once dinner was over, I quietly went to my room, my mind still occupied with what Kiara had told me.

He was still in his office room while she went to the closet to change into something more comfortable.

She put on bright red lingerie and then walked over to the dressing table to start her makeup routine.

He walked into the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her close.

Resting his head on her shoulder, he took in her scent, breathing her in.

"So, how was your day, jaan?" he asked softly.

But she didn't say anything. Ignoring him, she stood up from the dressing table, walked over to the bed, and pulled the blanket over herself, covering her body completely.

He noticed her change in behavior, sensing something was off.

Without saying a word, he started changing his clothes.

And said while buttoning his shirt " Sorry sorry

Sorry

Sorry jaan

I Don't know what you made upset but I'm really sorry jaan

And then slipped it off, leaving his upper body bare, he walked toward the bed, his eyes fixed on her, trying to understand what was wrong.

He pulled her close to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

But she shifted in his hold and said, "Raj, leave me. I need to sleep. Tomorrow is my first day at the hospital, so let me rest."

He ignored her words, tightening his grip instead, pulling her even closer.

His warm breath fanned against her face as he leaned in.

"What happened to my jaan?" he asked softly.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Why don't you go and ask Ishani?"

Raj raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, so Doctor Sahiba gets jealous too?

Is there a cure for this?" he teased, rubbing his nose gently against hers.

She huffed in irritation. "I don't know. Go ask her."

He chuckled, enjoying her reaction. "You have every right to be jealous, jaan.

And I have every right to take away that jealousy," he whispered.

Before she could say another word, he tilted her chin up and, without warning, crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her roughly, pouring all his emotions into it.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against hers as he bit down softly, tugging at her lower lip.

His hands roamed over her back, pulling her even closer until her soft curves pressed against his bare chest, their bodies melting into each other.

She responded with the same intensity, matching his pace, their breaths mingling in the heated moment.

His lips trailed down from her mouth to her jawline, then lower, finding his favorite spot her collarbone.

He nipped at it, his teeth grazing her skin before he sucked gently, leaving behind a deep purplish mark.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she felt his warmth against her.

"Raj, I need to tell you something," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

He ran his fingers through her hair, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Not now, sweetheart.

You're tired. Get some sleep, and we'll talk in the morning," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling the security of his arms around her.

"But it's important..." she whispered again, almost to herself.

Raj tightened his hold slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Whatever it is, we'll talk about it first thing in the morning.

I promise. But right now, you need to rest. You've had a long day."

And with their bodies tangled together and they slowly drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

AT MORNING:

The whole family was gathered around the dining table, enjoying breakfast together.

The air as the warm aroma of freshly cooked food spread across the room.

A few moments later, Raj and Saanvi came downstairs.

She looked elegant in a white suit paired with a dark pink dupatta, her hair neatly tied back, while he was dressed in his usual office attire, looking sharp and ready for the day.

Raj pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, and Saanvi took the seat beside him.

She greeted everyone with a warm smile, exchanging polite words with the elders.

Then, without missing a beat, she served Raj his breakfast, placing everything carefully in front of him, making sure he had everything he needed before starting her own meal.

And Mrs. Rajawat took a slow sip of her chai, savoring the warmth before speaking in a gentle yet firm tone.

"Rajveer, today is Saanvi's first day at the hospital. Drop her off in the morning, and make sure to pick her up in the evening as well." She said.

Rajveer was just about to respond ,

when Abhiveer, sitting across from him, leaned forward with a smirk.

"Mami, Rajveer Bhai will be busy with his office work. I'll drop Bhabhi off at the hospital," he offered casually, glancing at Saanvi as if expecting her approval.

Rajveer's jaw tightened. His fingers curled slightly around his fork as he fought the immediate surge of irritation bubbling within him.

He turned his sharp gaze toward Abhiveer,

his voice laced with possessiveness as he spoke, "Biwi meri hai, toh main chhodunga usse. Aur leke bhi main hi aunga."

My wife belongs to me, so I'll leave her. And I'll be the one who takes her back

There was a beat of silence, and then Mrs. Rajawat let out a small, knowing smile.

"Haan Raj bete, theek hai," she replied, nodding approvingly.

Across the table, Bua Ji, who had been observing the exchange with an unimpressed expression, suddenly huffed.

"Saanvi, ask Rajveer if he wants more food , Look at his plate it's already empty" she said, sounding irritated.

Saanvi, who had been quietly listening, turned toward him with a playful smile.

She tilted her head slightly and asked in the sweetest voice, "Sunte ho kya , baby

do you want anything else ?"

For a brief moment, the entire table fell silent.

Rajveer, who had been mid-bite, suddenly froze.

The affectionate way she had addressed him caught him so off guard that he choked on his food.

He coughed violently, reaching for a glass of water.

while his face turned slightly red from both embarrassment and the unexpected of the moment.

Across from him, Bua Ji's eyes widened in complete shock.

Meanwhile, Dhruv and Kiara, seated nearby, couldn't hold back their laughter.

Dhruv clapped his hands together, grinning, while Kiara covered her mouth, giggling uncontrollably.

Rajveer cleared his throat, placing his glass down before straightening in his seat.

Composing himself, he muttered, "I think I should get going now. You all continue with your breakfast."

Without waiting for a response, he stood up from the table, adjusting his wristwatch as he made his way upstairs.

Saanvi watched him leave, a small smile still playing on her lips.

Knowing that he was about to head out, she quickly excused herself and followed him upstairs to grab her purse.

As she reached their room, she found Rajveer standing by the mirror, fixing the collar of his crisp white shirt.

His expression was unreadable, but she could tell he was still slightly flustered by what had just happened at the breakfast table.

Suppressing a chuckle, she walked up to the dresser and picked up her purse.

"Ready to go?" she asked casually, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Rajveer glanced at her through the mirror, his eyes narrowing slightly before he turned around to face her.

"Next time, don't call me

baby in front of the whole family," he grumbled, though the faintest hint of pink dusted his cheeks.

Saanvi raised an eyebrow, biting back a smile. "Why?

Did you not like it?" she teased.

Rajveer didn't answer immediately.

Instead, he grabbed his car keys from the nightstand and turned towards the door.

Just as he reached the threshold, he stopped and threw her a glance over his shoulder.

"Come on, we're getting late," he said, ignoring her question entirely.

Saanvi shook her head, amused, before following him out the door.

As they both settled into the car, Rajveer started the car his focus on the road ahead.

Saanvi, however, wasn't one to let things go so easily.

She glanced at her reflection in the side mirror, adjusting a few strands of her hair before turning her attention back to him.

With a teasing glint in her eyes, she said, "I asked you something , Raj."

She paused for a moment before adding playfully, "Rajveer baby ."

Rajveer kept his gaze firmly on the road, completely ignoring her antics, though she could see the slight twitch of his jaw.

Amused by his reaction, she leaned back in her seat, watching him with a smirk.

When he still refused to acknowledge her, she decided to take things up a notch.

With a mischievous grin, she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned towards him.

Slowly, she climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck as he continued to drive.

Rajveer's grip on the steering wheel tightened instantly.

His jaw clenched, and his breathing grew heavier as he tried to maintain control not just of the car but of himself.

"Jaan," he warned, his voice dangerously low.

But she simply giggled, tilting her head. "What?"

"I'm just trying to get your attention," she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly against the collar of his shirt.

Rajveer exhaled sharply, his knuckles turning white against the wheel.

Then, with a smirk of his own, he leaned in just enough for his lips to hover near her ear.

In a low, deep voice laced with an unmistakable edge of dominance, he murmured,

"I hope you know the consequences of this later Sweetheart."

A shiver ran down Saanvi's spine, her breath hitching at the way his voice sent warmth coursing through her.

For a brief moment, she forgot to tease him back.

Her body stiffened slightly against his as his words sank in, a mixture of thrill and nervous anticipation pooling in her stomach.

Sensing her reaction, Rajveer smirked, his confidence growing.

"What happened , Jaan?" he asked, eyes flickering towards her for a split second before focusing back on the road.

"Not so playful anymore, hmm?"

Saanvi quickly composed herself, clearing her throat.

"Who said I was scared?" she muttered, shifting slightly.

He chuckled, the deep timbre of his laughter vibrating against her.

"Oh, you will be," he replied.

As the car moved steadily through the road.

"Last night, I told you something, and I wanted to share something with you too," she said softly, as if weighing her words carefully.

He gave her a small nod, silently acknowledging her words, but before he could ask anything, the car slowed down in front of the hospital.

The moment was interrupted by reality.

She reached for the door handle and paused for a second before looking back at him.

A small smile played on her lips.

"I'll tell you tonight, okay?" she reassured him.

He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

"Alright, Mrs. Rajawat," he said, his voice laced with affection .

And then he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Her heart fluttered at the warmth of his touch, but she quickly composed herself.

With a final glance at him, she stepped out of the car, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, and waved him goodbye before heading inside the hospital.

She walked through the hospital corridors. Nurses and doctors moved around, some in a rush, others engaged in quiet discussions.

She greeted a few colleagues with a polite nod.

As she neared her cabin, she reached into her bag for her keys, her thoughts occupied with what she was going to tell him later that night.

But then she stopped abruptly.

Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Standing there, right in front of her cabin, was someone she hadn't expected to see.

Her heartbeat quickened as a wave of emotions rushed through her confusion, shock, and something she couldn't quite place.

"You? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and suspicion.

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