Dhruvika paced back and forth in front of their beautifully transformed home, her mind racing with worry and her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

The once-abandoned house now looked cozy and inviting.

The warm glow of the outdoor light, the elegant wooden boundary, and the lush green planters.

Her eyes kept drifting to the time on her phone - 11:07 PM. Ranveer was still nowhere to be seen, and his phone was switched off - unusual for him, especially when he knew she would be waiting up for him .

She knew he was working late at the Royal Palace office, dealing with that hacking incident, but still this late.

His usual calm and collected demeanor had been rattled earlier today - she had seen the shock and guilt in his eyes

Today's events at the palace replayed in her mind - Kavya's cruelty towards him, her own defiant kneeling to help Kavya.

Dhruvika's eyes narrowed slightly as she reflected on Kavya's recent behavior. She hadn't anticipated this sudden shift, not that she thought it was impossible, but it still caught her off guard. Kavya, the girl who had always been sweet as long as things went her way, had suddenly changed the game after marrying Agastya.

Dhruvika had expected Bisakha to be the one causing trouble, but Kavya's unexpected behavior had thrown her a curveball. While it worked in her favor, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for Ranveer, who was undoubtedly reeling from the double blow.

The memory of Ranveer's shocked and guilty eyes locking onto hers afterwards still lingered in her mind, and Dhruvika's stress levels spiked as she thought about the weight of his emotions. Despite the advantage she had gained, she couldn't shake off the feeling that this situation was far from over, and Ranveer's turmoil was only just beginning.

His expression had spoken volumes - he was struggling with emotions ,possibly the realization of how he was truly treated by the Royal Family like a servant, or maybe something more personal - feelings for her beyond duty and loyalty.

Dhruvika's eyes narrowed as she saw the flicker of headlights and her heart calmed down- Ranveer was finally home, relieving the worry that had been gnawing at her mind for hours.

She sighed softly in relief and walked down from the porch towards the small wooden gate, opening it with a soft creak that seemed loud in the night silence.

Through the darkness, she could only see his eyes gleaming behind the helmet's visor - and they sparkled with a hint of surprise and guilt.

Ranveer stopped his bike in its usual spot beside the flowerbeds he had planted for her, and killed the engine before removing his helmet, his hair slightly disheveled from the ride.

As he stepped towards her, Dhruvika planted her hands on her hips, a stern expression etched on her face - a mixture of worry, relief, and a hint of amusement at his tardiness.

"Do you have any idea what time it is," she scolded , her voice low and even, "and above that, your phone is switched off? I was worried sick."

Ranveer looked down, his voice low and apologetic as he cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact.

"I...I am sorry."

He bowed his head slightly, his shoulders slumping in subtle defeat ,avoiding eye contact, as if expecting her anger - Dhruvika's heart melted slightly at his submissive posture.

"You should be," she said firmly, yet gently took hold of his biceps, guiding him towards the house.

Her touch seemed to spark something in him - his eyes flickered up to meet hers, filled with a deep emotion she couldn't quite read.

As they walked inside together, Ranveer couldn't help but steal glances at her, lost in his thoughts.

They reached their bedroom door, and Dhruvika released his arm, turning to face him with a soft command.

"Now go get fresh - you look exhausted."

She handed him a fresh set of clothes .

Ranveer nodded silently, still lost in thought, and headed towards the bathroom.

As he closed the door behind him, his mind exploded with reflections of the day's events:

Dhruvika kneeling down for Kavya - his heart still ached with shame and gratitude.

The mysterious hacking incident - their company's systems were still down, and he had no leads on the culprit.

His misplaced phone - he had found it in his office drawer, dead - a coincidence or something more sinister?

But above all these the guilty is killing him. He was feeling responsible for the event happend. She kneeled only for him, she heard those cruel words only for him... only for him.

He quickly got fresh and came out of the bathroom, expecting to find Dhruvika waiting for him in their bedroom, perhaps still upset about his late arrival and today's events at the palace.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

He looked around the dimly lit room, wondering if she might have fallen asleep already, exhausted from worrying about him, but then he heard a soft voice calling out his name.

"Veer..."

The sound of his name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the gentle tone, the way she pronounced it with such affection. There was something about the way she said "Veer" that made him feel seen, made him feel worthy in a way that no one else ever had.

It was as if the name itself held a special significance, a significance that only she could imbue into it.

Unlike the other names people called him, which started to feel suffocating and heavy.

He frowned, curiosity piqued, and followed the sound of her voice towards the backyard.

What he saw left him stunned - a romantic tent setup amidst their lush green garden, complete with:

Soft fairy lights twinkling like stars above them, A plush mattress with pillows , A delicate sheer curtain surrounding the tent, gently swaying in the night breeze.

Dhruvika exclaimed from behind him, "Surprised?!"

Ranveer turned to find her standing with a bright, captivating smile - her eyes sparkling like diamonds in the fairy lights.

She had changed into a simple pink plazo suit with a middle-cut kurti and dupatta - her hair loose down her back like silk, framing her heart-shaped face.

"How is this?" she asked, walking closer to him and grasping his biceps gently.

Ranveer's mind struggled to form words - he had expected anger or distance after today's events, not... this.

He thought she would still be upset about him not standing up for her , or anything except this softness.

"What's all this?" he managed to ask, his voice low and curious, his eyes locked on hers.

Dhruvika's smile widened, her lips curving upward beautifully.

"It's called date night, husband," she said softly, her voice barely above whisper.

His heart stopped. Date night... with her still upset about him.

He can't understand her ..can he?

She is so unexpected.

Ranveer felt his guilt increase - he should have stood up for her today, should have done anything... anything besides staying frozen.

He looked at her, really looked, and saw the effort she had put into this surprise - the twinkling lights, her beautiful outfit, the delicious aroma of food wafting from the tent.

"Come, let's eat," Dhruvika said, dragging him gently towards the tent.

Ranveer sat beside her on the plush mattress, still in shock, as she presented him with a steaming bowl of pasta .

...she fed him gently, as she offered him bites of pasta, then took some herself.

Dhruvika talked about her day, many things where he was just looking at her, trying to understand the girl who is giving him lots of affection despite of getting none.

After they finished eating, Ranveer took the bowl and placed it in kitchen after washing it then returned to sit beside her again.

"We'll sleep here tonight," Dhruvika declared softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

He nodded, but before he could lay down, Dhruvika's hand grasped his, stopping him.

"Not yet... we'll talk first," she said gently, leaning her head against his chest.

He yearned to sleep holding her, to let her presence soothe his frazzled nerves. Stress had taken its toll, and his mind was restless, but whenever she snuggled close, everything else faded away. Maybe now, with her by his side, he could find some peace.

He glanced at her, seeing the expectation in her eyes, and knew he couldn't deny her this simple request.

As he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, she leaned into his chest, talking about various things. Her voice was soothing, and he responded with gentle hums, but his mind began to wander.

The events of the day replayed in his thoughts, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of suffocation.

What happened today - would it become a recurring pattern? The thought weighed heavily on his mind, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't let it happen again; he couldn't bear the thought of her being in that position.

His grip around her tightened slightly, as if holding her closer could protect her from everything.

But then she quickly sat up, breaking the serene atmosphere.

"I'll just be right back... close your eyes," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm.

Ranveer frowned slightly, curious about her sudden movement, but obeyed nonetheless.

"Hmm?"

"Close your eyes," she repeated with a soft laugh, her fingers tracing his eyelids downward.

He felt her get up and move away, the sound of the backyard gate and then the house door opening and closing.

Minutes passed, and Ranveer waited patiently, his curiosity growing.

Finally, he heard her return and her gentle voice called out,

"You can open your eyes now."

Ranveer's eyelids fluttered open, and he was met with a stunning sight.

Dhruvika sitting beside him, holding a beautifully decorated small cake - soft pink and white frosting matching her outfit.

"Happy Birthday..." she started, her eyes sparkling with mischief "...to us! I told you we'd celebrate mine as ours."

Ranveer's mind froze - Birthday?!

Then realization hit him like a ton of bricks:

Today's date was October 16th... And now it was past midnight - July 17th...Dhruvika's birthday was july 17th!

His face fell as guilt overwhelmed him.

"I...I am so sorry..." he stuttered, horror-stricken that he had forgotten her special day.

Dhruvika placed the cake on the mattress between them and gently caressed his face, her touch soothing his frazzled nerves.

"Hey, it's okay," she said softly. Her touch was soothing, and her smile reassured him that everything would be alright. She knew exactly what he was going through - the stress and tension were taking a toll on him.

"Let's cut the cake now," she said, adjusting the cake plate. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at him. "You want me to cut ?" He asked still in guilt.

"Ofcourse" Dhruvika replied

He hesitated, looking uncertain. Birthdays hadn't been a part of his life before ...heck he didn't have one, and the idea of celebrating one felt foreign to him.

"You cut," he said finally, but she wouldn't let him off that easily. She grasped his hand, and together they cut the cake, the knife slicing through the moist layers.

"Happy Birthday, Veer," she said, her voice filled with warmth as she fed him a piece of cake. He looked at her, his eyes locking onto hers, before taking a bite. The sweetness of the cake was nothing compared to the sweetness of the moment.

She sucked her fingers looking at the cake as if it's normal...to normal. He followed suit, taking a piece of cake and feeding it to her.

After devouring the entire cake, she was now rating the restaurant, impressed by the mini cake's taste.

Since they didn't have a fridge, she had to finish it all, while he had just one piece. Despite the massive portion, she didn't complain, clearly enjoying every bite. As she heard the door, she looked up to see him emerging from the backdoor, a box in his hand. Her frown deepened as he approached her, sat beside her, and handed her the box.

The box was unmistakable - a jewelry box from her brand. The logo was sleek and modern, and she could already imagine what could be inside.

"For me?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. He nodded with hasitation. She took the box and opened it, revealing a stunning gold waistband. A small smile formed on her lips as she struggled to believe he had brought it.

"When did you get this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat before speaking,

"The day after you told me." She understood that he had purchased it the day after she mentioned her birthday. She looked at him, her eyes searching for answers. Why had he chosen this particular gift?

She probed further, "What did you ask the seller?" He frowned, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Gift?" he replied, his tone hesitant. "Only gift?" She pressed on, and he glanced around, avoiding her gaze.

"So they showed you this directly?"

He shook his head slightly.

"Then?"

"Necklace," he muttered, his voice low.

"Why didn't you bring that?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. He frowned, unsure if she would like a necklace, given that she rarely wore one after their wedding, opting only for the nuptial chain.

"You don't wear necklaces often," he seemed to be thinking aloud.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Instead of answering, he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the waistband.

"Why did you bring it?" she pressed on.

"You...you wear these," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

She bit her lips, trying to stifle a smile. It seemed he had brought the waistband because she often wore metal belts with her sarees.

"Okay, now put it on," she said, handing him the box. She kneeled then lifted her kurti, revealing her tummy, and waited for him to fasten the waistband around her waist.

Her heart skipped a beat as his fingers touched her skin, and she felt a rush of emotions. This was more than just a gift for her.

Ranveer's gentle fingers wrapped around the delicate waistband, and he carefully placed it around her slender waist.

Her eyes dropped to watch his hands move, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw how perfectly his palm covered her entire waist - goosebumps erupted on her skin instantly.

He hooked the waistband securely in place but his eyes stayed there for a moment remembering the night.he has put many marks on her spotless skin and it stayed for many days. He has seem when she wears saree but now they had faded completely. his gaze lifting to meet hers.

Dhruvika was already looking up at him, her big brown eyes locking onto his with a spark desire.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly slid her kurti down.

Then, her hands rose gently to cup his face, her thumbs tracing his jawline with tender touches that sent his heart racing.

Dhruvika leaned in closer, her lips barely parting as she pressed them softly against his .

A gentle kiss that seemed to hang suspended in time.

She didn't move, just hovered, her breath mingling with his, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

Ranveer's mind went completely blank - guilt over his behaviour , tension from the palace incident, everything vanished.

All he felt was intense awaking desire and a deep connection to this woman in front of him.

But as Dhruvika tried to pull back slightly, Ranveer's irritation sparked - he didn't want this moment to end.

His hands reacted instinctively

One slid up to cradle her neck, fingers tangling in her silky hair, The other wrapped tighter around her waist, pulling her closer.

He deepened the kiss, his lips moving passionately against hers -

Dhruvika melted into him, her body sinking onto his lap as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her fingers began to gently caress his hair, sending shivers down his spine as he lost himself in the sensation of holding her close.

After like eternity he broke the kiss leaving her breathless.

He wanted to kiss her again....but ...

She understood his emotions and kissed his jaw.

"Veer can I ask you something as my birthday gift?" She asked in whisper.

He looked at her without saying anything.

"Can you make me yours again?" She asked leaving him breathless.

His?

Is she his?

Again... mean? Has he already made her his? What they did they day mean she is his...

"I want you...so badly that..." She stopped before looking at his eyes "..I will die if you didn't make me yours now" she completed

Ranveer looked at her. He wasn't under any kind of drug but still he wants to get close to her. And the word she just spoke that she is his is now making him mad.

The night was still fresh in his mind.it would be lie if he says he doesn't want to do it..

Dhruvika trailed kisses to his neck making him forget everything. He knows if she go from him those thoughts will start to consume him.

He hold her and kissed her again passionately. He made her lay on mattress while kissing her.

Her hand were caressing his back, his hair making him more needy.

His hand went behind her , towards her chain and stopped but she arched her back hinting him to took off those barrier.

He opened the chain and he slide the dress from shoulder. He started to kiss her soft skin but didn't suck...he didn't wanted to hurt her soft skin

"Mark my every inch of skin" she whispered as if studying his thoughts.

He looked at her eyes. Her eyes are droopy..dark. filled with needy desires.

"Veer please" she whispered.

He continued to kiss her but now softly sucking her skin. He was engrossed in her soft skin. But she wanted more..he don't know his soft kisses are soft torcher for her.

She pushed him a little and sat. He half layed with frown. She took off her kurti then kicked out her plazzo directly looking at his eyes making him harder, before trying to tug his tee. He helped her to took off his tee. She came to his lap and started to kiss his chest.

She was just in her undies. That black bra and penties were doing nothing but increasing his desire.

He leaned back as she started to suck his skin.

"Ahh Dhruvi.." he groaned when she bite his nipple.

She felt him twitching under her. She felt a surge of excitement. She adjusted herself in his clothes cock and then started to dry hump...

"Ummmm" he groaned loudly holding her hips tightly...that tightly that his finger mark started to form but he was drowned in desire.

"Ahh" she moaned feeling double pleasure ,one his hard on her clitoris and other his hand on her ass.

She loved it.

Then finally she stopped after wetting his pants ,when she felt him realising.

He looked at her. She was leaning to his chest. He wanted to went inside her desperately.

He looked at her. She was wearing little bigger earings today. His hand raised to took them off. She let him. After that he took off the clip from her hairs.

Then his hand went to her waistband but she stopped it.

"No"

"It will hurt you" he whispered

"No I want this on when you are inside me" her words are too seductive..to seductive that emotionless man like him was getting high on emotions.

He pulled her face closer before kissing her.

His hand went to her back and opened the hook. She took it off letting her breasts naked.

He made her lay leaving her boobs bouncing. He kissed her nipples..

"Ummm suck them...suck them hard " she whispered making his more hard.

He sucked them.she hold his hand which was above her and other bood and squeezed it latting him know what to do. He started to suck one and squeezed other..

"Ye...yeah just like it". She whimper

He started to kiss every inch of her skin then finally reached near her South.

Her panti it sticking with her pusssy with her wetness.

Her hand reached to her Panti as she took it off leaving her naked infront of him.

His eyes went darker seeing her glistening pusssy. So wet. His hand went to her pusssy as he caressed it slowly.

She so wanted him to kiss her their but she wasn't sure he was aware of those things.

She knew..she wasn't innocent. Her teen curiosity has lead her to read those impropriet things but knowing his pas