In morning
In the morning, the sound of birds was echoing. He was asleep, and in his sleep, he reached out to find his wife, running his hand over his side, but he found nothing. That’s when he opened his eyes and saw that his wife wasn’t there. He thought maybe she was in the bathroom, so he went there and knocked, "Are your inside?"
There is no response from inside, so he opens the door and sees that she is not there. Then he quickly freshens up, dresses in black formal pants and a white shirt, and goes downstairs to look for her. As soon as he reaches downstairs, he sees that she is not there.
So he asks them, "Where is my wife?"
Seeing him ask like that, his father says, "Look, here comes the wife's slave."
His mother smiles and says, "Son, it's just morning. She was with you the whole night, right? Or is it already impossible for you to stay without her for even a moment?"
Yuvraj teases him, saying, "Badi Maa, I think someone has kidnapped Adheer Bhai. Adheer Shekhawat and girls? I can't believe my own eyes!"
He shoots Yuvraj a sharp glare, silencing him instantly. Before the tension could settle, Dadi chimes in with a teasing smirk, “Well, isn’t this a surprise? The boy who once never even glanced at girls now refuses to let his wife out of sight! Honestly, I was starting to think there was something between him and Mahir.”
Mahir was sipping his juice when he overheard their conversation. Shocked, he choked, and the juice accidentally splattered onto Angad, who froze in place. Both of them turned to look at each other ( adheer aur mahir), then at each other, and in perfect sync, they exclaimed, "Ew!"
Just then, Kaya arrived, looking at their horrified expressions. Frowning, she asked, "What happened?"
Just then, Pratham walked up to Kaya and replied with a mischievous grin, "Bhabhi, do you know? Mahir Bhai and Adheer Bhai had a thing for each other. They were in love!"
Before anyone could react, Dadi added fuel to the fire, nodding dramatically. "Of course! They were like Laila-Majnu inseparable! It’s a miracle they even go anywhere without each other."
Both Mahir and Adheer grew visibly awkward as they listened to the conversation. To make things worse, Kaya’s expression clearly showed that she was starting to believe them.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Mahir burst out, "How can you all even think like this? Adheer is my brother, my friend! That doesn’t mean there was anything like that between us!"
Adheer quickly stepped toward Kaya, his voice firm yet desperate. "Ocean, they’re lying. There’s nothing like that, I swear."
Mahir joined in, nodding frantically. "Yes, Kaya! This is all nonsense. They’ve lost their minds!"
Seeing their condition, everyone starts laughing. Kaya also bursts into laughter. Adheer looks at her and immediately understands she was in on it, teasing them along with everyone else!
Adheer looks at her with a knowing smile, his voice deep and firm as he says, "Come to the room, Mrs. Shekhawat."
She looks at him and instantly understands today, she’s not getting away so easily. Biting her lower lip nervously, she steals a glance at Mahir.
Mahir smirks and says, "Best of luck! You’ve really signed yourself up for trouble this time. Now go, he’s waiting for you."
She reaches the bedroom, her heart pounding. As she steps inside, she sees Adheer sitting on the bed, his gaze already fixed on her.
Her throat goes dry, and she stammers, "A-Adh… Adheer… ji… a-apko… k-kuch… ka-kam… tha… kya…?"
Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she curses herself for sounding so nervous. But the way Adheer’s lips curl into a slow smirk tells her he’s enjoying this.
He gets up from the bed and walks toward her, closing the distance between them. His eyes hold a teasing glint as he leans in slightly.
"Haan ji, kaam tha,( yes I did need something)" he says smoothly. Then, pointing at his shirt, he adds with a smirk, "Dekhiye, mera button toot gaya hai. Kya aap laga dengi?"
(Look, my button came off. Would you mind fixing it for me?)
His voice is calm, but the way he’s looking at her makes her breath hitch.
"Alright, give me your shirt, and I’ll fix it." She says, trying to sound casual, but her voice betrays her nervousness.
His lips quirked upward. "I was hoping you'd fix it while I’m wearing it."
She stood frozen, her fingers curling at her sides. Her eyes darted between his unbuttoned shirt and the smirk playing on his lips. She swallowed, forcing herself to find her voice.
"A-Adheer ji… h-how do I…?" she stammered, her words barely above a whisper.
Adheer smirks, stepping even closer. His voice drops to a teasing whisper as he says,
"Like everyone does? With a needle and thread? So, you’ll do it the same way too, Mrs. Shekhawat?"
she nervously brings the needle and thread, keeping her eyes lowered as she starts stitching his button. Her hands tremble slightly, but she focuses hard, trying not to let her nervousness show.
Adheer, on the other hand, is thoroughly enjoying this. A slow smirk plays on his lips as he watches her struggle. Then, without warning, he places his hand on her waist.
A sharp shiver runs down her spine, her breath hitching as the warmth of his touch spreads through her skin.
She rushes to sew the button, but Adheer’s fingers trail teasingly over her waist. A shiver runs through her, and her heartbeat quickens. He smirks completely enjoying her flustered state.
As soon as she secured the button in place, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Finally. It was over.
She straightened, determined to escape before he found another excuse to tease her. Without wasting a second, she turned to leave, eager to put some distance between them. But fate had other plans.
Her foot slipped. A startled gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself falling.
Before she could hit the ground, strong hands caught her waist, steadying her in one swift motion.
Her breath hitched.
"Adheer ji"
His grip was firm, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric of her dress. She barely dared to look up, but when she did, she found herself trapped in the depths of his gaze intense, unreadable, dangerously close.
A slow smirk curved his lips. " Jana toh bahana tha asal me apko humre kareeb aana tha"
Her cheeks burned. She quickly tried to pull away, but his hold didn’t waver. If anything, his fingers pressed just a little deeper, as if he had no intention of letting her go so easily.
He steadied her back on her feet, his hands lingering for just a second longer than necessary before finally letting go.
She swallowed, still catching her breath, her heart racing for reasons she refused to acknowledge. Just as she was about to take a step back, his voice stopped her.
"Please…"
She blinked, looking up.
His usual smirk was gone, replaced by something softer those big, pleading puppy eyes that made it nearly impossible to say no.
"Just one small favor more?" he asked, his voice almost too innocent.
Her brows furrowed. "What now?" she asked cautiously, already dreading whatever mischief he was planning next.
He rubbed his wrist dramatically, tilting his head slightly as if in genuine distress. "My hand is hurting… I can’t wear my tie. Please help me?"
She blinked at him, genuinely clueless. "But… I don’t even know how to put it on," she admitted, her voice laced with innocent hesitation, completely unaware of the mischief lurking behind his request.
"Oh, that’s easy!" he said quickly, a little too eagerly. "I’ll teach you. Just hold this and follow my instructions."
He handed her the tie, his fingers brushing against hers just slightly ,he smirked
She stepped closer, carefully following his instructions, trying her best to tie the knot as he guided her. But he… he was the worst teacher ever.
"No, no, loop it this way no, wait, the other way uhh… I mean, pull it tighter no, not that tight!"
Her patience wore thin. She huffed, her fingers fumbling with the fabric. His confusing directions only made things worse, and finally, she snapped.
"Chup ho jao aap, Buddhu Ram!" she burst out in frustration.
(Shut up idiot)
The room fell silent.
His eyes widened, his smirk vanishing as shock took over. Did she just… yell at him? His wife the same one who was always so sweet, so soft-spoken could actually raise her voice?!
For the first time, Adheer was speechless.
Completely unaware of his state, she finally tightened the knot perfectly and stepped back, clapping her hands together in excitement.
"Look! I did it!" she beamed, practically bouncing on her feet.
Adheer crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly as he raised a brow. A teasing smirk crept back onto his lips.
"Rani Sahiba… didn’t you just say you don’t know how to tie a tie?" he asked, amusement dripping from his voice. "Then how did you do it so perfectly?"
Her excitement faded instantly. The brightness in her eyes dimmed as she lowered her gaze.
"I've seen Malkin tie it for Papa," she admitted softly, her gaze dropping. "So I knew a little…"
He stepped closer, gently cupping her face in his hands. His touch was warm, his gaze intense.
"Malkin kaun hai, jaan?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
She lowered her gaze and murmured, “She’s my father’s second wife.”
He studied her for a moment, his thumbs lightly brushing against her cheeks.
he asked gently. "Why don’t you call her 'Mumma'?"
She flinched slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"N-no…" she said hesitantly, fear flickering in her eyes. "I called her ‘Mumma’ once… and she hit me with a belt." Her fingers curled into fists as she swallowed hard. "She said I’m a witch… and if I call her that again, she’ll die too."
Hearing those words, his eyes filled with tears. Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if shielding her from every pain she had ever endured.
"Jaan, no…" his voice trembled with emotion. "You’re not like that. You’re not what she said." He tightened his hold, his warmth surrounding her. "You’re nothing but love… nothing but pure light."
She suddenly pulled away, shaking her head, panic flickering in her eyes.
"No, no, Adheer ji… it’s true," she said, her voice breaking. "I took my mother’s life the moment I was born. And whoever I become a part of… I ruin them too."
Her hands trembled as she stepped back, as if afraid of hurting him too.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she took another shaky step back.
"I will ruin you too… I am a curse....."
Before she could finish, Adheer’s lips crashed onto hers, silencing every painful word. His hands gripped her waist as he pinned her against the cold wall, his warmth consuming her. The world around them faded, leaving only the fierce rhythm of their hearts and the unspoken emotions between them.
His grip was unyielding, his touch possessive. His lips moved over hers with a hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. She gasped against him, trying to breathe, but he didn’t let up. Her hands pushed weakly against his chest, tapping in protest, yet he remained unmoved lost in the storm of his own need.
It wasn’t just a kiss it was a claim. Deep, raw, punishing. As if he was pouring every unspoken emotion into her his anger, his desperation, his undeniable longing. He devoured her like a man starved, like she was the only thing that could sate his hunger.
By the time he finally pulled away, her legs were weak, her breath stolen. Their foreheads met, the space between them charged, their chests rising and falling in sync. The silence was deafening, but the truth was there, lingering between their lips undeniable, inescapable.
He cupped her face, his thumb gently brushing away the lingering traces of her tears. His eyes, dark and unwavering, held hers captive.
"If loving you is ruin," he whispered, his voice steady, resolute, "then I will gladly be ruined, Mrs. Shekhawat."
She pouted like a child, her lips forming the smallest, most irresistible curve. It was unfair how effortlessly she disarmed him, how easily she shattered his control.
His breath hitched, his fingers twitching at his sides. Damn it.
Before he could stop himself, his lips crashed onto hers again, this time rougher, deeper an unspoken battle of need and surrender. He didn’t just kiss her; he claimed her, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her impossibly close.
In one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms, their lips never parting, their breaths tangled. The world blurred around them as he carried her to the bed, his body pressing into hers as they sank into the softness beneath them.
He hovered over her, his gaze dark with desire as he pinned her wrists above her head, trapping her beneath him. His lips, still searing from their last kiss, began a slow.
From her lips, he trailed down, his mouth finding the delicate curve of her jawline. He lingered there, his lips parting as he sucked gently, leaving behind a mark evidence of his growing need. A shiver ran through her as he moved lower, his breath hot against her skin.
When he reached her collarbone, his restraint crumbled. His lips, his teeth he devoured her, each touch making her gasp, her body arching instinctively into him.
Completely lost in him, she grasped his hair tightly, her fingers tangling as if anchoring herself in the storm.
His grip tightened around her wrists for a moment before he freed one hand, trailing it down to grasp the edge of her saree’s pallu. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled it away, letting the fabric slip from her shoulder and pool onto the floor in a whisper of silk.
His lips never left her skin soft, teasing kisses pressing along her jaw, down her throat, as his fingers worked deftly. He moved lower, his breath warm against her skin as he reached her waist.
With practiced ease, he undid the pleats of her saree, loosening the fabric that had once wrapped around her so perfectly. The saree unraveled, cascading around her like a fallen veil, leaving her bare to the intensity of his gaze.
All the while, his lips explored her hungry, worshipping turning every touch into an unspoken promise.
He trailed lower, his lips grazing her skin like a whisper of fire. As he reached her waist, his breath hitched, his fingers tightening their hold on her. Slowly, he dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss against her navel, feeling her shiver beneath him.
But just as he was about to lose himself completely in her, the sharp ring of her phone shattered the moment.
Frustration flared in his eyes as he grabbed her phone and cut the call without a second thought. But the moment he set it aside, his gaze fell on her.
His wife lying beneath him, breath uneven, eyes wide with innocence. Did she even realize what he had been doing? What he had almost done?
Guilt struck him like a blow. Just yesterday, he had sworn he wouldn’t touch her without her permission. And yet, here he was, losing himself in her without a second thought.
His hands slowly loosened their hold, his chest tightening with regret. What had he done?
He swallowed hard, his gaze filled with guilt as he looked at her. His voice was low, almost hesitant.
"Sorry, Ocean…"
The moment the words left his lips, she blinked, her lashes fluttering as she opened her eyes. Confusion flickered across her face as she searched his expression.
"Why?" she asked softly, her voice laced with uncertainty.
His eyes filled with tears as he cupped her face gently, his voice thick with regret.
"I touched you without your permission," he whispered. "I promise, I’ll never do it again. Please… forgive me."
Hearing his words, her own eyes welled up. A memory surfaced Aria, the friend whose boyfriend had forced himself on her, ignoring her protests. And then her stepmother’s cruel words echoed in her mind "A husband can do whatever he wants with his wife, whether she agrees or not."
But here Adheer was her husband not claiming his right, but seeking her consent. Not forcing, but fearing.
Tears slipped from her eyes as she leaned in, softly pressing her lips against his.
For a moment, he froze stunned by the suddenness of it, by the warmth of her hesitant touch. His breath hitched, his hands tightening into fists as he resisted the urge to take control.
But just as he was about to respond, she pulled back, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"Adheer ji…" she murmured, a slight pout forming on her lips. "How do you do this? I… I don’t think I’m doing it right."
He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh? So you don’t know how to kiss?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
She shook her head, pouting slightly. "No, I don’t… Teach me," she said innocently.
He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at her innocence. Leaning in, he whispered, "Okay then, let me teach you… Just follow exactly what I do."
His voice was low, teasing, yet there was a certain intensity in his gaze. She had no idea what she was asking for.
She lowered her gaze, but he gently lifted her chin with his finger.
This time, he didn’t wait his lips claimed hers again, deep and demanding. Yet, she stayed still, unsure, her fingers clutching his shirt.
Pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips, he murmured, "Ocean… you have to kiss me back."
She whispered against his lips, her voice barely audible, yet it sent a shiver down his spine.
"Continue… I want to feel you."
Something in him snapped. Without a word, he pulled the blanket over them, cocooning them in their own world. His lips found hers again, deeper this time, as if sealing her request with a promise.
His hands roamed over her, tracing the curves of her soft body, memorizing every shiver, every gasp. She clung to him, her fingers trembling yet eager, as they both lost themselves in each other no hesitation, no distance, just raw, unspoken desire.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! If you did, please leave a review—it means the world to me. Your thoughts and feedback keep me motivated to write more! ❤️✨
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