We're all seated in my private jet, headed to the UK. Ronit didn't join us, as he needs to handle some matter of our business and the same goes for Anika. She has to handle the Delhi branch. Ruhani also shared some surprising news - she's getting married to Tarun Mittal. I was shocked when I heard his name, given Ronit's intense rivalry with him, which was nothing short of a war. I'm not a fan of Tarun either, as he was one of our investors in the past, but we terminated our partnership. Hopefully, he'll make Anika happy.
My thoughts were interrupted by a cute, soft snuggling sound. As I glanced down at my chest, and my heart melted at the sight of my cherry was sleeping peacefully in my chest nestled snuggling into me. She was working like a robot for the past 6 days. I had told her to take a rest, but no main hu hii kon. (Who am I ). So I was showing her my fake anger as she has to maintain her health, I mean I am to take care of her, but that doesn't mean she won't sleep nor take a bit of rest.
I caressed her head slowly while massaging her scalp. I mean I am angry, still angry but when she gets up, I will show her. At this time, she needs me more than my anger. I gently wrap my hands around her, holding her closer as she slept, feeling grateful for this moment of peace together.
But suddenly, she stirred, her discomfort evident in her subtle movements. I didn't need her to say a word; I could read her like a book. The cramped seat was no place for her to rest. I carefully swept her into my arms, mindful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. As I stood up, I felt the weight of curious gazes upon us, but I paid them no heed. My focus was solely on her. Just then, I caught the faint clicking sound of a camera shutter. I turned to see my sister, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she snapped photos of us in this intimate pose.
I shot my sister a warning glance, but I knew she wouldn't back down. She's fearless, that one. I just chuckled. So, I decided to let it go. After all, I can always bribe her with a shopping spree in exchange for those photos (mischievous grin) . No harm done. With a 10-hour flight ahead of us, I was determined to let my baby sleep peacefully. Otherwise, khana peena vul jaenge mere mohtarma ji. (I knew she'd forget all about eating and drink, my little queen that she is.)
As I gently laid my baby down on the bed, I was about to withdraw my hand, giving her the spacious bed to herself ; as the bed is enough for both of us but I need her to be comfortable in her sleep. But in a surprise move, she instinctively grasped my right hand and tucked it under her head, settling into a comfortable sleeping position. I gazed at her with an amused smile, feeling a surge of pride. Even in her sleep, she knew exactly what she wanted - and that was me by her side. So, I stayed put, leaning against the sturdy headboard as I watched over her, taking in every peaceful moment.
In this chaotic, often toxic world, she is my beacon of truth, my sole source of solace. As I gently stroked her forehead with one hand, drinking in the serenity of the moment, a sudden knock at the door broke the spell. I had locked it when we first entered, seeking to shut out the world and create our own private sanctuary. But now, as I glanced at the time, I was shocked to discover it was already past 6 pm. We had arrived in the UK, and I hadn't even noticed. The 10-hour flight had flown by in a blur, lost in the joy of simply being beside her, admiring her peaceful beauty. I chuckled to myself, feeling grateful for this little slice of heaven we'd created together.
"Biwi, wake up, we're about to land," I whispered, gently stroking her forehead to rouse her from slumber. At the sound of my voice, she snuggled deeper into my arm, her fingers clutching mine with a soft intensity. "As much as I'd love to hold you like this forever," I continued, my voice low and soothing, "the flight is going to land, cherry. Wake up, my love. After that, you can sleep as much as you want, wrapped in my arms, okay?" Her response was a soft nod, her eyes fluttering open to reveal the depths of her soul. In those eyes, I saw my entire world, my everything.
After she sat up, I couldn't move my hand, which had fallen asleep beneath her head. Suddenly, Ruhani looked at my hand and then at me, and realization hit her. "Ritvik, are you insane?" she asked in her worried voice"How could you let me sleep on your hand for so long?" Saying this, she gently took my hand in her lap and began to caress it with her tiny hands. And I shamelessly enjoyed her care, comparing the size of our hands. Her small, delicate, cute petite hand looked adorable next to my larger rakshash (devil) one. I chuckled at the contrast, amused by the image.
"Why are you laughing? Maja aata hai mujhe pareshan dekhne mein. (It amuses you to see me worried !! )" she asked, with worry and sadness in her voice, as a lone tear escaped her eye. The sight of her tears struck a chord within me, and I felt a pang of hurt. I gently leaned in, my lips brushing against her cheek as I kissed away the tear. "Maja nahin aata, dard hota hai. (It's not amusing, it hurts.") I whispered while pointing towards my chest. "Aapki ek anshu yanha beh rahe hai, aur mere dil se hazaron khoon (One of your tears is worth a thousand of my blood.) Don't waste these precious tears, baby." As I spoke, I effortlessly slid my arm from her lap, scooping her up into my arms. I cradled her close, demonstrating that I could still hold her effortlessly, even as I stood up and began to stroll around the cabin, her tiny frame secure in my embrace.
"Aise aapko apne bahon mein rakh ke puri duniya ghuma sakta hu. Aur aap itni choti baaton pe apne aanshu gira rahe ho. (I can hold you in my arms and take you on a journey around the world, cherry. Yet, you shed tears over something so trivial.) Please, don't waste your precious tears, baby," I implored, gathering her close as we settled into our seat. Her voice barely above a whisper, she confessed, "You are my world, Ritvik. I couldn't bear to see you hurt because of anyone, not for me also." She said while placing her head softly in my chesy. Her words struck a chord deep within me. I was rendered speechless, my heart overflowing with emotion. Instead, I pressed a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead, closing my eyes to savor the moment, and the depth of our connection.
After landing, we all headed towards the hotel, which was booked by the management for us. Ruhi so badly wanted to stay in our villa, where my cherry was excited to see our villa ; but that was much much farther from the event. So we stayed here. So I have also decided that after completing the event & award ceremony, I took my cherry with me to see our villa. I mean of course, my queen deserves to be rewarded as she is going to win the title of 'The best business tycoon of this year.' (I controlled my exciting emotions not wanting to reveal my emotions in front of my baby.)
After freshening up in our rooms, we headed to the event venue to double-check the arrangements. As we arrived, Ruhani's presence commanded attention, and everyone bowed down, showing their respect. I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as her husband. But then, Ruhani subtly signaled to the others with her eyes, and they discreetly returned to their rooms. It seemed my cherry still wanted to keep her identity hidden from me. I smiled, deciding to play along, intrigued by her secrecy.
After ensuring everything was in order, we retired to our rooms to rest. Tomorrow was the big day - the Event show - and the day after tomorrow would bring the highly anticipated Business Award Ceremony.
Pushing aside all these thoughts, I scooped my baby into my arms, knowing that without her, sleep wouldn't come easily. Holding her close, I breathed in the sweet scent of her chocolate-dipped cherry fragrance, and we both drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
AUTHOR'S POV
The next day went like a blink. Everyone is so engrossed in their duties that they couldn't get enough time for their food. But something seems like an unusual tension between Kunal & Kritik. Because of......
Previous night in Kritika's room
Someone barged into Kritika's room through her balcony and stood behind Kritika's figure while closing her mouth in his palms.
"..." Kritika's muffled voice stopped in her throat when she recognised the owner of this palm.
"Don't you want to scream now?" Kunal asked, his voice low and provocative, as he grasped Kritika's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. He pinned her against the mirror, his hand cradling the back of her head, his body inches from hers, the tension between them palpable.
As the cold mirror made contact with her skin, Kritika shivered, the chill radiating through her. Yet, she refused to meet Kunal's gaze, her eyes fixed at some point beyond him, her body tense with a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Tell me. Why did you leave me alone?" Kunal asked, his voice low and husky, as he closed the distance between them, his eyes burning with intensity. Their lips were now mere inches apart, their ragged breaths mirroring each other in perfect sync, the air thick with anticipation.
But Kritika didn't tell anything, she just stayed still. And it frustrated Kunal like fire.. "Damn it, Kriti. Tell me something. Don't stay quiet. I couldn't bear your silence." Kunal asked while fuming in anger & put his other hand inside Kritika's night rob, while dangerously caressing her naked waist.
Suddenly feeling his touch in her body, Kritika closed her eyes with... satisfaction. She closed her eyes like she was longing for his touch. She was longing to hear his voice. She was longing to see him. & Here Kunal was touching her like he wanted to memorize every detail which he missed for so long. He wanted to know that yes, they are the same as they left him. He wanted to remind himself that yes, they still shivered in his touch & satisfied in his touch only.
But then, he withdrew his hand, leaving Kritika feeling emptiness wash over her. She gazed up at him with pleading eyes, yearning for his touch. Instead, Kunal's lips hovered inches from hers, yet he didn't kiss her. Their lips were so close, yet so far. Kritika prepared herself for the kiss, her eyes drifting shut, but Kunal anticipated her every move. ''Don't close your eyes,'' he whispered. ''I won't kiss you until you reveal every damn truth.'' With that, he stepped away, disappearing into the night through the balcony. Kritika stood frozen, tears welling up in her eyes.
Back to the present
However, this tension didn't go unnoticed by Ritvik, who had witnessed Kunal's departure from Kritika's room the previous night. He chose to remain silent, not wanting to intrude on their personal matters until Kritika was out of harm's way. Ritvik had been discreetly observing the situation, setting aside his work and other responsibilities. His ultimate goal was to make Ruhani win the title, and to that end, he had even instructed his office staff to reduce their workload and enjoy their vacation in the UK.
As it turned out, the business management had cleverly paired rival companies together, forcing them to collaborate and work towards a common goal. The winning team would be nominated for the prestigious Best Tycoon Award. Ritvik, aware of the competitive dynamics at play, had strategically decided to take a backseat, offering Ruhani mental and moral support instead of actively contributing to the project.🫠
(Boyfriend toh class mein topper hone bhi na de, aur yanha dekho 'sacrifice'. Bhagwaan dekh rahe ho 😭)
The event unfolded seamlessly, with everyone reveling in the excitement and merriment of the after-party. The management was thrilled, and the attendees left feeling fulfilled and content after interacting with one another. However, the exhaustion of the day eventually caught up with everyone, and they retired to their rooms to rest. As a result, Kunal missed his opportunity to meet Kritika, leaving their unresolved tension to simmer until the next day.
Exhaustion had taken its toll on Kritika, and she fell asleep in her room, still dressed in her evening attire, her heels still strapped on. Unbeknownst to her, Kunal slipped into her room in the dead of night. He sat beside her, gently brushing a kiss against her forehead. His eyes then drifted to her feet, and he carefully removed her heels, revealing bruises on her ankle. With tender care, he dressed the bruises, his touch soft and soothing. As Kritika stirred in her sleep, wincing in pain, Kunal gently blew on the affected area, his breath a calming balm. He bandaged the bruises with precision, his lips grazing her feet in a soft kiss. Ensuring she was comfortable, he adjusted her position and wrapped her in the duvet. With one final glance at her peaceful form, he whispered, 'Take care,' before locking the door behind him and slipping away into the night.
On the other side, Ruhani slumbered serenely in Ritvik's arms, a picture of tranquility. Ritvik gazed at her with a satisfying smile, drinking in her beauty and feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. His wife had outdone herself, perfecting every detail for their guests. And tomorrow, the world will finally witness the true Ruhani Ritvik Agnihotri. Basking in contentment and pride, Ritvik pressed a gentle kiss to Ruhani's forehead. With his eyes closed, he wrapped his arms tighter around his wife, embracing her warmth and the sense of accomplishment they shared.
The next day
While the employees and workers reveled in their well-deserved vacation in the UK, the CEOs were busy preparing themselves for the grand finale: the award ceremony. Anticipation hung in the air as they geared up to find out which team would emerge victorious and claim the coveted Best Tycoon Award.
Ritvik exuded sophistication in his black short-collared double-breasted tuxedo, perfectly paired with a crisp white formal shirt. His hair was sleekly styled with gel, while his precisely groomed beard added a touch of rugged elegance. Resembling a Greek God incarnate, Ritvik's chiseled features were accentuated by his impeccable attire. Polished black shoes and a sleek Rolex watch completed his ensemble, rendering him indistinguishable from a Hollywood A-lister. Every inch the epitome of refinement and charisma, Ritvik was a vision to behold.
Meanwhile, Ruhani dazzled in a glittering white body-hugging, off-the-shoulder dress that showcased her ethereal beauty. Her luscious locks cascaded down her back in perfect, effortless waves, casting a spell of enchantment. A subtle yet elegant makeup look, paired with a berry-shade red nude lipstick, added to her goddess-like aura. Delicate diamond earrings and her nuptial chain accentuated her feminine charm, while a limited-edition Rolex watch - perfectly matching Ritvik's - adorned her wrist. The pièce de résistance was her black and white lacy pencil heel, elevating her to the stature of a Mafia queen. Every aspect of her stunning ensemble, meticulously chosen by Ritvik, complemented her poised demeanor, making her a true showstopper.
Ruhani stood before the mirror, scrutinizing every detail of her reflection, searching for a flaw. Just then, Ritvik knocked and entered the room, engrossed in a phone conversation. But as his gaze fell upon Ruhani, his breath hitched in his throat. His phone slipped from his grasp, falling to the floor with a soft thud. Transfixed, Ritvik's eyes devoured the vision before him, struggling to believe that the breathtakingly beautiful woman standing in front of him was indeed his wife. A surge of possessiveness and protectiveness washed over him, his mind aware of the types of men who frequented high-stakes business events like this one.
Ritvik approached Ruhani and wrapped his palm around her waist, pulling her close. Her soft body collided with his broad, hard chest. Ritvik's eyes locked onto the nuptial chain adorning Ruhani's neck, and a proud smile spread across his face. However, his gaze was drawn to the small mole near the chain, nestled in her cleavage, which seemed to be teasing him with a sly smirk, tempting him to lose control.
Ritvik's lips brushed against the mole near Ruhani's nuptial chain, sending shivers down her spine. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath dancing across her skin as he whispered, "If this event weren't so important, I'd cancel it in an instant and spend the rest of my life admiring and praising you. It's my honor to see you like this.'' As he spoke, his lips left a gentle bite on her neck making a perfect love bite. ''Now, no one will dare lay their filthy eyes on you,'' he growled, his possessive tone making Ruhani's cheeks flush deeper. "Anyone who tries will be six feet under, and even the devil won't be able to find their soul for their antim kriya (last rituals)."
As Ritvik's possessiveness washed over her, Ruhani felt an overwhelming sense of pride in herself and her husband. She grasped his collar, pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss. Her lips left a subtle stain on his collar as she trailed a gentle kiss across his cheek. ''Even if it weren't important,'' she whispered, ''I'd gladly take my time to admire my breathtakingly beautiful husband.'' With a tender touch, she reached up to wipe the lipstick stain from his cheek, her voice taking on a fierce tone. ''And as for you, my pati dev ji, if any bitches dares to look at you with seductive eyes, I'll pluck them out and ensure they suffer a painful death, one that will deter them from ever looking at another man in their next lives.'' As she spoke, Ritvik felt a surge of pride for his wife that now she is showing her rights on him. So he caught her hand, preventing her from wiping away the stain. ''Then let them know I'm already taken by my queen, my wife,'' he said, his eyes burning with intensity as he kissed her hand.
With their emotions running high, they prepared to leave the room. But Ritvik's gaze suddenly fell upon Ruhani's forehead. He strode over to the dressing table, retrieving a pinch of vermillion. His eyes locked onto Ruhani's, seeking permission. 'May I?' he asked, his voice low and soft. Ruhani's eyes fluttered closed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. ''You can always,'' she whispered. ''It's your right.''
With the vermilion perfectly applied to Ruhani's forehead, Ritvik sealed his mark with a tender kiss on her crown. Then they made their way to the venue, where the evening's events would unfold, promising a night of revelations, drama, and unexpected twists.
They entered the venue like a power couple. They indeed made a regal pair, resembling a perfect king and queen. Ruhani clutched Ritvik's biceps softly and walked like a confident queen. Meanwhile, Ritvik possessively wrapped his hand around her waist and walked beside her with a proud husband's swagger.
The media continuously clicked their photos from various angles, unable to stop or request exclusive shots. Since they had never sought media attention, as they chose not to involve the press in their wedding. Before publishing any news or articles, they would submit everything to Ritvik for approval. For they knew that a single mistake would result in severe consequences.
However, there was a shocking irony: they had no idea who Ruhani Ritvik Agnihotri truly was. Once they discovered the truth, they would realize the extent of their power. Perhaps, in the near future, a single misstep would lead them to regret their very existence.
As they strode into the grand business event hall, they exuded confidence, settling into their respective seats as if they owned the place. The room was abuzz with familiar faces, all gathered to celebrate excellence in the business world. Following a series of introductions, the highly anticipated awards ceremony commenced, honoring the crème de la crème of the corporate sphere.
After some cultural events and debates, speeches, the most awaited moment finally arrived. "So, the Most Reached Branch Award goes to the Shekhawat Industry." "Mr. Arjun Shekhawat, please come to the stage." "The Most Eligible Bachelor of the Business Awards goes to Mr. Krishav Singhania." "The Most Co-operative and Inspiring CEO of the Year Award goes to Mr. Ritvik Agnihotri." "The Most Ruthless Business Award goes to Mr. Ranvijay Singh Rathore."
"And finally, the moment we've all been waiting for: the Best Business Tycoon Award! Our nominees are RS Enterprises and The HSR Company. This is a battle between two giants, the strongest business companies in the industry. But, dear guests, there's an added twist. If HSR wins, we'll finally discover the identity of their elusive CEO. As we all recall, last year HSR won the award for the second time and promised to reveal their CEO's identity if they emerged victorious again."
The anchor's enthusiastic tone was infectious, and the audience erupted into applause, eager to learn the winner and, more importantly, the mysterious CEO's identity.
However, amidst the excitement, Ritvik remained unusually silent, his iconic smirk hinting at a secret. Ranvijay appeared unfazed, while Priyanka observed the room with an air of anticipation, as if waiting for a drama to unfold. Ruhani, clutching Ritvik's hand, seemed anxious. She was certain that Ritvik had already guessed her true identity - the CEO of HSR. As this was an exclusive gathering for CEOs, Ruhani's presence instead of Kritika raised suspicions. She was counting down the minutes until the party ended, when she could finally clarify everything.
"The Most Powerful Business Tycoon Award goes to..." The anchor's voice trembled with excitement as he announced, "The HSR Company!" The audience erupted into applause, their eyes fixed on the stage, awaiting the recipient of the prestigious award.
Ruhani's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Should she accept the award or not? Her nervousness manifested physically as she subconsciously dug her right-hand nails into her left palm. Just as her anxiety threatened to overwhelm her, a gentle touch freed her palm from her own grasp.
Ruhani's gaze dropped to find Ritvik's hand cradling hers, his fingers soothing the indentations left by her nails. His eyes locked onto hers with his signature proud smile and she sensed a silent urging of him, encouraging her to take the stage. The unspoken message of Ritvik ignited a spark within Ruhani.
With a newfound sense of pride and confidence, Ruhani glided toward the stage, her steps regal and assured. As she reached the microphone, she seemed to place an invisible crown on her head, her demeanor radiating an aura of quiet power.
As Ruhani reached the stage, the guest presenter handed her the coveted prize and title. With the microphone in hand, Ruhani began her acceptance speech, her voice confident and clear. "Thank you for this incredible honor. I want to prove that women can achieve greatness if they dedicate themselves to their work. And now, I'm proud to reveal that I am the mysterious CEO you've all been eager to meet."
The room erupted into applause, with cheers and whistles filling the air. But for Ruhani, the most powerful moment was seeing her husband's beaming face. Ritvik's proud smile and enthusiastic cheering meant the world to her. She felt on top of the moon, basking in the adoration of the love of her life.
The audience was captivated by the power couple's display of love and support. Ritvik, known for his stoic demeanor, was uncharacteristically effusive in his praise, his genuine joy infectious. The crowd watched, mesmerized, as he cheered and clapped for Ruhani, his pride and adoration for her shining brightly. Some onlookers felt a pang of jealousy, while others admired the couple's love and connection.
When they both were looking at each other, and Ruhani was making her way towards Ritvik, a middle-aged woman suddenly appeared behind him. And all of a sudden, they both disappeared into thin air right in front of Ruhani's eyes. She looked for him everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, Arjun and Krishav came to her, asking where Ritvik had gone so suddenly.
While on the other corner of the bar, "look, even you didn't know that your wife is the CEO. Don't you feel shame after losing from your wife. You should get everything in your hand, you know." The middle-aged woman said to Ritvik while sipping her wine.
Ritvik was just looking at that woman and trying to believe himself that yes, she is none other than the destruction of his life. His own Bua (aunt) who destroyed him and his whole family. But he didn't make himself weak in front of her, though his past, those cryings, those hunting nights were still coming to his vision just seeing the woman. But he remained unfazed and said, "I am proud of my wife. So you better not be involved in my family matters anymore." Saying this he went from there quickly as he couldn't let himself lose in front of this woman, otherwise all his hard work, struggles everything will go in vain.
But still Priyanka didn't stay silent and said, "Wife !! Huh. Let's see. She will also leave you just like your parents did after knowing your past." She said with an evil smile and here Ritvik was trying his best to control himself. He just wanted his woman to hug him and to cry in front of her. But he couldn't make himself fragile in front of her. He was searching for her like the oxygen in her lungs, the colour of his grey life, like the ray of his darkness and the chaos of her sorrows.
On the other side, Ruhani, Krishav, and Arjun were engrossed in searching for Ritvik. Suddenly, Priyanka appeared before Ruhani, but she pretended not to notice, her focus solely on finding her husband. Priyanka attempted to initiate a conversation, but Ruhani remained indifferent, her mind preoccupied with Ritvik's whereabouts.
Priyanka's voice pierced through Ruhani's reverie, "You're searching for your husband, aren't you? He was with me just a moment ago." Ruhani's gaze shifted, her eyes locking onto Priyanka's figure. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind - could this woman be the one with whom Ritvik had disappeared?
Ruhani's eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for any sign of Ritvik. Her voice was laced with disdain as she responded, "Hmm, so where is my husband?" She dismissed Priyanka with a fleeting glance, treating her like a mere annoyance.
Priyanka's words dripped with malice as she spoke, "You know, your husband is nothing but a coward, running away from his problems like a ghost. You should leave him before he leaves you. He's just a son of-"
Ruhani's eyes blazed with fury as she cut Priyanka off, her hands instinctively reaching for the older woman's neck. Her grip tightened, and she hissed, "A single word about my husband, and I'll forget about your fucking age and this party. You'd better stay within your limits."
Ruhani's nails dug deep into Priyanka's skin, and a trickle of blood appeared on her neck. With a fierce jerk, Ruhani released Priyanka to let her struggle in breathing and stormed off, her sole focus on finding Ritvik.
Ranvijay watched the scene unfold beside Ritvik, who had witnessed Ruhani's fierce behavior firsthand. Ritvik felt an overwhelming sense of pride and possession, as if he had won the ultimate prize. He began to make his way toward Ruhani, but Ranvijay's voice intercepted him.
"I must say, you've got a tigress on your hands. Quite impressive," Ranvijay said, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and sarcasm as he sipped his vodka.
Ritvik's eyes narrowed, his gaze burning with fury and jealousy. He took a step toward Ranvijay, but the latter cut him off, a cold glint in his eye.
"Don't worry, I won't lay eyes on your wife. My woman would have my eyes plucked out and fed to her pets if I ever dared. And she's the most beautiful woman in this world, far surpassing anyone here."
Ranvijay's voice was laced with pride, yet his eyes remained cold and detached. Ritvik, however, had no interest in engaging with him further. He turned and walked away, lost in his own thoughts as he made his way back to Ruhani.
"Geez, woman. Just give up, that you are quite old to die. Otherwise these two sisters will make you suffer that you will regret about your existence. So back off. Otherwise don't say that I didn't warn you." Ranvijay said this while singing like a song and went from there to Kavya, to his home without hearing Priyanka's reply.
And after finding each other, Ruhani & Ritvik went from there after talking to Krishav and Arjun. As Ruhani was getting restless to tell Ritvik everything and Ritvik was eagerly wanting to hug his wife, devour his wife and make love to his wife. Because after today's event, the way Ruhani stood for Ritvik, one thing was certain: if this is not LOVE, then he himself will make worthy for her LOVE, will prove his LOVE for her . But he also wanted to maintain his composure, as Ruhani had to explain why she hid her identity. It doesn't mean that he was angry with her; actually, he wanted to see how his wife was going to make it up to him. As his wife looked at him with her best puppy eyes, cherry-red cheeks, and a nude, pulpy red pout, these gestures took Ritvik's power away, making him yearn to claim himself as hers and make her his in every aspect.
As they reached their car, Ritvik gallantly opened the passenger door for Ruhani. With every passing second, Ruhani gazed at him with adorable puppy eyes, while Ritvik struggled to suppress a smile. He slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, and they glided away from the scene to their villa.
Ruhani attempted to initiate a conversation, her hands fluttering over Ritvik's as she placed them on her exposed thigh, enveloping his hand in her palms, and showering it with gentle kisses. Ritvik, however, remained stoic but he was feeling in the over moon, neither withdrawing his hand nor reciprocating her affection. Not gaining the satisfied reaction from Ritvik, Ruhani unbuckled her seatbelt, tossed her purse onto the backseat, and boldly climbed onto Ritvik's lap in the moving car.
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