An important announcement at the end please read carefully

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"Congratulations, your husband has officially kidnapped you."

His words struck my heart like lightning. Before I could react, he leaned in and captured my lips in a slow, sweet kiss. There was no rush—only longing.

“Kiss me back, Rosebud,” he whispered against my lips, and I found myself obeying before I could even think. He devoured my lips like he had missed them for a lifetime. When he finally pulled back, he looked into my wide eyes, craving. His gaze held me captive—it was the same gaze I had fallen for, the one that made my heart skip and my cheeks flush.

He cupped my face gently, his thumb stroking my cheek, and kissed the tip of my nose, then both cheeks—so tenderly, so full of love.

“I’m sorry, Rosebud... for every damn thing. I was a jerk. Please forgive me,” he whispered, his voice cracked, broken with guilt.

I slowly lifted my hand and cupped his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin as I leaned closer to him.

His hands trailed down my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back—soft, slow, full of longing. I just wanted to feel this moment, nothing more.

"Did you read any of my books?" I asked, chuckling softly.

“Yes, researched them thoroughly. And I found out my sweet, innocent, wild wife is into dark romance,” he smirked.

He hugged me tightly, arms secured around my waist, face buried in the crook of my neck. His lips grazed that soft spot that always drove me insane.

I wrapped my arms around him, one hand stroking his hair. He kept kissing my neck, whispering sweet, sweet apologies.

I didn’t even need them... but there he was, apologizing in the sweetest way possible.

I was lost in the warmth of his embrace when suddenly, he picked me up bridal style and planted a peck on my lips.

“Let’s recreate that dark romance, Rosebud,” he said with a devilish grin as he walked out of the apartment.

Thank god no one was around.

He made me sit in the passenger seat, buckled my seatbelt himself, then got in and started driving.

"Where are we going?" I asked, half-expecting no answer.

Instead, he stopped the car, unbuckled, leaned toward me and kissed me again. “With each question you ask, sweetheart, you’ll get a kiss in answer.”

He resumed driving. I didn’t dare open my lips again—I knew he was waiting for it.

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He drove us to a lavish farmhouse. Once we reached, he unbuckled his seatbelt first, then mine, before opening the passenger door like a gentleman. As if that wasn’t enough, he picked me up again in his arms.

My eyes darted around, catching servants staring with wide eyes. Embarrassed, I shut my eyes tightly.

"Aakash, put me down," I whispered.

"Why?" he asked innocently.

"Everyone's looking at us," I muttered.

“No one’s looking, jaan,” he lied confidently.

I peeked over his chest—everyone was looking.

He didn’t care. He carried me straight inside, up the stairs, into a room that resembled his Rajput mansion’s royal suite—black-themed walls, carved doors, and a massive glass window that revealed a breathtaking night sky.

He gently placed me on the floor in front of the wardrobe.

“These are your clothes—wear anything that feels comfortable… like my shirt and those shorts,” he whispered with a smirk.

My eyes widened. How does he know?

“I saw you through the cameras, Rosebud. Roaming around in that apartment wearing my white shirt, teasing me with those long legs and that black lacy bra that barely covered anything.”

My cheeks flushed red. "Y-you watched me?" I whispered, barely audible.

“Yes, baby. You looked so damn sexy in my shirt. It tested my patience like hell.”

“Then give me your shirt,” I teased.

“Now you want to test my patience, Rosebud?” he smirked.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. “Let’s see how much control you have, Mr. Rajput.”

“I’ve been controlling myself since the day you entered my life. That morning when you wore a saree… your milky waist came into view. You don’t know how unholy my thoughts were,” he whispered darkly

He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss, then said, “Go change, jaan. I don’t want you roaming around in a saree.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead and stepped out of the closet.

I opened the wardrobe, picked out a pair of shorts and one of his full-sleeve white shirts. When I turned around, he was still there.

“Are you gonna leave, or should I just change in front of you?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind the show, Rosebud,” he teased.

I blushed and shoved him out, shutting the door behind him.

After changing into his shirt and my shorts, I walked out to find him seated on the bed, watching me with dark, intense eyes.

He got up and came toward me, wrapping his arms around my waist, then lifted me off the ground like a feather.

"Aakash!" I whined.

"Hmm?" he hummed, placing me in his lap.

"I'm hungry."

“So am I. Can I eat you?” he teased shamelessly.

I slapped his chest. “I’m serious!”

He chuckled. “What do you want to eat?”

“Kuch chatpata!” (Something spicy!)

“Let me ask the chefs to make something spicy,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“Bahar khane chale?” (Let’s eat outside?)

“I’m sorry, jaan. But with your health history, I’m not letting you eat those roadside momos.”

How the hell does he know I was craving momos?!

“Dekho doctor, tumhe pata hai... woh cheezein health pe effect karti hai. Please, let’s eat at home.” (Look doctor, you know… those things affect your health…)

“No problem. But as payback, I want dessert too,” I grinned.

He kissed my lips and said, “Ask for anything, Rosebud. I already have my dessert.”

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Author’s POV

They had dinner in their room. Shashi was now in the washroom doing her skincare routine. Aakash sat near the washroom door, waiting.

As the door creaked open, Shashi walked out, tying her messy bun.

“I feel sleepy,” she said, yawning.

Without a word, Aakash pulled her onto the bed, both of them landing on the soft mattress. She gasped as he hovered over her, eyes wide.

“Aakash!” she gasped.

He didn’t respond. His hands slid around her waist, and he kissed her with wild hunger. She melted, kissing him back as he trailed kisses down her jaw, then to her neck.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he released her hands. She tangled her fingers in his hair.

Dring… Dring…

Her phone buzzed.

“Aakash…” she called weakly, but he ignored it.

The phone screen lit up.

“Aadarsh,” he muttered with a growl.

He picked up the phone. “Saale, agar ti kabab mein haddi na ban raha hota na toh chacha bana deta ab tak tujhe "

“Saale kutte, chhod usko!” (You dog! Let her go!) Aadarsh yelled.

Shashi snatched the phone. “Bol be.” (Speak.)

“Tujhme sharam hai ya nahi?” (Do you have any shame?)

“Bilkul bhi nahi.” (Absolutely not.)

“Did you both kiss?” he asked suspiciously.

“Saale tujhe kaise pata?” (How do you know?)

“Saksham told me.”

“Saalon tum log sakhi ho kya? Har baat ek dusre ko batate ho.” (You two are like besties or what? Can’t even keep secrets.)

“First tell me—did you kiss?”

“We... we just…”

“Tell him, jaan, tell him how many times,” Aakash smirked.

She slapped his chest. “Shut up!”

“Accha sun—” (Okay listen—)

Before Aadarsh could finish, Aakash ended the call. Shashi lay down with a sigh. Aakash joined her, pulling her close as the night wrapped them in its warm embrace.

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Thats it for today's chapter my pretty readers

Precap - flirting and teasing between them

✨📚 Author Update 📚✨

Life’s been getting a little hectic lately, and as much as I wish I could post daily updates, it’s been hard to keep up with everything. So here’s the plan:

From now on, I’ll be posting 2 updates on Saturday and 2 updates on Sunday — that’s 4 updates every weekend across my books! ✍️💖

✨ Saturday: 2 Updates

✨ Sunday: 2 Updates

Also, don’t worry — daily reels will still continue with all the drama, emotion, and romance you love! 🎬💥

Thanks for always being patient, supportive, and amazing. Your love keeps me going! 💌

Next chapter will be posted on 21& 22 nd of june

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