MATURE CONTENT WARNING: High Heat / Explicit Scenes / Intimacy. [18+]

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Also this is the last chapter of this book and I will continue there after marriage story in

Destiny Collide part 2

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👑 Rudra’s Perspective

I watched her through hooded eyes, my **ocean blue gaze** darkening until the blue was almost gone, replaced by a **ruthless, primal hunger**. The soundproof walls of the suite felt like they were closing in, creating a private universe where only her scent and her sounds existed.

I reached for the edge of her baby-pink silk saree, my fingers steady despite the fire roaring in my veins. With one slow, deliberate tug, I pulled the pallu from her shoulder. The fabric hissed as it slid down her arm and pooled on the rose-covered mattress like a discarded petal. She let out a small, shaky gasp, her **brown eyes** locked onto mine, wide with a mixture of innocence and a deep, burgeoning desire.

"Rudra..." she whispered, her voice cracking as my hand settled on the bare skin of her waist.

I didn't answer with words. I leaned down, my lips grazing the swell of her cleavage, tracing the intricate gold edge of her blouse. Every time my breath hit her skin, she shivered, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her **long curly hair** fanning out against the white sheets. I started kissing my way upward, my mouth finding the delicate valley between her breasts.

The moment my lips pressed into that soft, hidden heat, her head fell back into the pillows, her neck arching elegantly.

"Oh... Rudra! *Hah...*" A loud, unrestrained moan broke from her lips, echoing against the silent walls.

I felt a surge of **possessive triumph**. I had spent years being the "Ice King," cold and untouchable, but the heat she was radiating was enough to melt every wall I’d ever built. I found her weakest spot right there, at the base of her sternum, and I lingered, my tongue swirling against her skin in a way that I knew would make her lose her mind.

"Tell me, Ishita," I growled against her skin, my voice a low, **velvet vibration**. "Tell me you’re mine. I want to hear it while I claim every inch of you."

"I'm yours... *aah!*... always yours," she cried out, her voice rising in a beautiful, broken melody. Her breath was coming in short, frantic pants, and the rhythmic jingle of her **chooda** grew faster as she pulled me closer, her body seeking the friction of my **muscular frame**.

I sucked on the soft skin of her cleavage, leaving a faint, dark mark—a brand that would tell the world tomorrow, even under her jewels, that she belonged to the Prince of Rajasthan. She let out another long, soaring moan, her legs tangling with mine, her **payals** singing a silver song of surrender.

"Don't stop... please, Rudra," she whimpered, her hands moving from my shoulders to my hair, pulling my head deeper into her.

I looked up for a split second, seeing her flushed face, her bitten lips, and the raw devotion in her eyes. I had won empires, I had made billions, but nothing—nothing—felt as powerful as the way she called my name in the dark.

"I’m never stopping, Ishita," I whispered, my lips returning to her skin. "I’ve waited five years to hear you sound like this. I’m going to make sure you don't forget a single second of tonight."

I watched the way the candlelight played over her skin, turning her into a vision of gold and silk. My hands were steady, driven by a **ruthless, singular focus**. I reached for the tuck of her saree at her waist, my fingers brushing against her skin and making her jump slightly. Slowly, I unwound the silk, the baby-pink fabric falling away in a soft heap on the floor until she was left in just her lace-trimmed blouse and petticoat.

I looked at her for a long moment, my **ocean blue eyes** devouring the sight. She was breathtaking—a delicate masterpiece that I finally had the right to touch.

I leaned down, my mouth finding the curve of her waist. I didn't just kiss her; I marked her. I pressed my lips firmly into the soft skin, leaving a lingering heat that made her arch her back and cry out. "Rudra... *haah*... it's so much..."

"It’s not enough," I growled against her skin, my voice a dark, **possessive** rumble. "I want to mark every inch of you so you never forget who you belong to."

I moved back up, my chest crushing her soft frame into the mattress. I returned to the valley of her cleavage, my tongue tracing the line where the silk of her blouse met her skin. I sucked at the center of her chest, right over her heart, and the sound she made—a high, broken moan—sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through me.

While my mouth kept her distracted, my hand slid beneath her. I felt the heat of her bare back, the skin smooth and damp with sweat. My fingers found the first silk string of her blouse. I pulled it slowly, feeling it give way, then moved to the hooks. One by one, they popped open under the pressure of my thumb.

Ishita’s breath hitched, her hands gripping my biceps so hard her nails dug into my skin. "Rudra... wait..." she whispered, though she wasn't pulling away. She was trembling, her **brown eyes** wide and glazed with a heavy, sweet longing.

"I've waited five years, Ishita," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear as the last hook came undone. I felt the blouse loosen, the structure of it falling away to reveal the woman beneath. "I’m done waiting."

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my hand resting on her ribs, feeling her heart hammering like a trapped bird. The **chooda** on her wrists caught the light, and the red **sindoor** in her hair was a stark, beautiful contrast to her pale skin.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered, my voice thick with a **shameless** raw emotion I usually kept buried deep. "And you are finally, completely mine."

I leaned in again, my mouth finding hers as I discarded the final barrier between us, the soundproof walls of our room swallowing her loud, beautiful moan of surrender.

💖 Ishita’s Perspective

The air in the room felt like it was on fire, every breath I took filled with the scent of the crushed roses beneath us and the intoxicating, masculine musk of the man hovering over me.

Rudra’s movements were slow, agonizingly deliberate. He didn't just undress me; he worshipped every inch of skin he uncovered. As he slid the blouse off my shoulders, his lips followed the path of the fabric, leaving a trail of searing heat. When I was left in just my lace bra and petticoat, I felt small under his **6'3" muscular frame**, but the way he looked at me—with a mix of **ruthless hunger** and **pure devotion**—made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

His hands moved to the tie of my petticoat, and soon that too was gone. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but only for a second, because then he was there. He discarded his own trousers, and the feeling of his bare, solid weight pressing me into the mattress made my head spin.

He leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive curve where my neck met my shoulder. He sucked the skin there, marking me deeply.

"R-Rudra... *ah!*" I cried out, my voice echoing in the soundproof room. My head fell back, my **long curly hair** tangling in the silk pillows.

He didn't stop. His gaze dropped to my chest, and he leaned in to suck the swell of my breast right over the lace of my bra. The sensation was so intense I felt it in my toes. My back arched off the bed instinctively, and my fingers flew to his shoulders, my nails digging into his hard muscles as I tried to ground myself.

"Rudra... please... *hah*... it's too much..." I whimpered, my breath coming in frantic hitches.

"It’s exactly what you deserve, Ishita," he growled against my skin, his voice a dark, **velvet** vibration.

Then, he moved. His lips found my **mangalsutra**, the gold beads cold against my heated skin. He kissed the pendant with a reverence that brought tears to my eyes—a silent vow that he would honor the bond it represented. But the tenderness was fleeting. He looked up, his **ocean blue eyes** burning with a **shameless** fire.

"You're mine," he whispered, his hand sliding down to my waist, his thumb tracing the dip of my spine. "Every moan, every breath... they belong to me tonight."

"Yes... *aah!*... yours," I sobbed out his name, my body trembling with a need I didn't fully understand. "Rudra... don't stop... I need you... *please*..."

He captured my lips again, drowning out my cries with a kiss that tasted like a five-year-old promise finally being kept. The jingle of my **payals** and the frantic clinking of my **chooda** were the only sounds in the room as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling my King deeper into my world, surrendering everything I was to the man who had stolen my heart at the Shiv Mandir.

The intensity in the room was suffocating, thick with a passion that made my heart race against my ribs. Rudra pulled back just an inch, his **ocean blue eyes** dark, searching mine with a raw, **ruthless** honesty. Even now, with my pulse jumping under his touch, he stopped.

"Ishita..." he rasped, his voice thick and heavy. "Can I? All of you?"

I couldn't even speak. I just nodded, my fingers tightening in his hair as I pulled him back down. "Yes... please... everything is yours, Rudra. I’m yours."

I felt the cool air for only a second as he unclipped my bra with a single, practiced movement of his large hand. He slid the straps down my shoulders, tossing the lace aside, and for the first time, there was nothing between us from the waist up. I felt a flash of shyness, but it vanished the moment his gaze landed on me. He looked at me like I was a masterpiece he had spent his whole life waiting to own.

He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over my skin before his lips followed. He started with soft, biting kisses along my collarbone, moving lower until he reached the swell of my breasts.

"Rudra! *Aaah!*" I cried out, my voice loud and unrestrained in the soundproof room.

He didn't hesitate. He cupped one breast firmly in his large, calloused hand, his thumb stroking the peak, while his mouth claimed the other. The moment he began to suck, a jolt of pure electricity shot through my entire body. My head thrashed against the silk pillows, and my **long curly hair** became a wild mess around us.

"Oh God... *hah*... Rudra... *more*... please!" I wailed, my voice breaking.

The pleasure was so overwhelming, so sharp and sweet, that a single tear escaped the corner of my eye and rolled into my hair. I had never felt anything like this—this **possessive**, all-consuming heat. My back arched high off the mattress, my **chooda** clashing together with a frantic, metallic jingle as I gripped his head, pressing him closer to me.

"You're so perfect, Ishita," he groaned against my skin, his voice a deep, **shameless** rumble that I felt in my very soul. "I’m going to make you scream my name until you have no voice left."

"I... *aaah!*... Rudra! *Rudra!*" I screamed his name, my nails leaving crescent marks in his **muscular shoulders**. I was drowning in him, in the way his mouth felt, the way his hand squeezed me, and the way his heavy, bare body felt pinned against mine.

Every touch was a claim, every moan was a surrender. I didn't care about the world, the palace, or the morning to come. In this room, under the weight of the man I loved, I was finally alive.

👑 Rudra’s Perspective

I watched her beneath me, her **brown eyes** rolled back in a daze of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I took my time, my **ruthless** nature translating into a slow, methodical worship of her body. I moved from one breast to the other, my mouth and hands working in tandem until she was a trembling, sobbing mess of "Rudra" and "Please." I wanted her skin to hum with the memory of my touch long after tonight was over.

The scent of her—sweet, floral, and now heavy with the musky aroma of our shared heat—filled my senses. I shifted my **6'3" muscular frame**, sliding down the bed, my lips never leaving her skin. I trailed burning kisses over her ribs, my stubble grazing her stomach, making her breath hitch in sharp, jagged gasps.

I reached the tops of her thighs, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. She was already slick, her body reacting to me with a primal honesty that made my own blood roar in my ears. I buried my face in the soft crook of her thigh, inhaling deeply before I bit down gently on the sensitive skin, then sucked until I knew a dark mark would form.

"Rudra! *Aah!*... No... *hah*... it's too much!" she wailed, her legs thrashing against the silk sheets, her **payals** singing a frantic, silver song.

"It’s just the beginning, Ishita," I growled against her skin, my voice dark and **possessive**. "I told you, I’m going to claim every inch of you."

I reached for the thin lace of her panty. My fingers hooked into the sides, and I began to slide them down, agonizingly slow. While I worked the silk down her legs, I kept my mouth busy, sucking and marking the inner skin of her thighs, making her hips jerk upward in a desperate search for friction.

"Rudra... *Rudra!*... Please, I can't... *aaah!*" she cried out, her voice echoing off the soundproof walls.

Once she was completely bare, the sight of her nearly broke my remaining thread of control. She was a vision of vulnerability and fire. I surged back up the bed, my bare chest sliding against her sensitive peaks, and captured her mouth in a bruising, **shameless** kiss.

While our tongues danced a desperate rhythm, my hand traveled down, my fingers finding the wet, pulsing core of her. The moment I touched her, she let out a scream into my mouth, her body stiffening before melting against me like wax.

"Rudra! *Oh God!*... Rudra! *Hah... hah...*" she sobbed my name, her nails digging into the muscles of my back, her **chooda** clinking violently as she gripped my hair.

I began to rub her, my thumb finding the tiny spark of her pleasure and moving in a way that I knew would shatter her. I watched her face—the way her lips were swollen and parted, the way her chest heaved. This was the only "merger" that mattered. This was the only empire I wanted to rule.

"Louder, Ishita," I whispered against her lips, my fingers increasing the pace. "No one can hear you but me. Give me everything."

"I... *aaah!*... I’m yours! *Rudra!*... I’m... *hah...* I love you! *Aaaah!*"

Her voice broke into a long, soaring moan as she shattered in my arms, her body arching one last time before she collapsed against the pillows, her breath coming in broken, sobbing gasps. I held her tight, my **ocean blue eyes** dark with a **ruthless devotion**.

I looked down at her, my **ocean blue eyes** dark with a hunger that felt like it was burning me from the inside out. The soundproof walls of our suite felt like the only thing keeping the world from hearing the storm about to break.

I stood up for a brief second, my movements fluid and **muscular** as I discarded the last of my clothing. I knew I was intimidating—**6'3"**, broad-shouldered, and fueled by a five-year-long obsession. Standing there, fully exposed to her, I knew I was hard and ready for her, my body reflecting the raw, **ruthless** need I had for my wife.

Ishita’s eyes widened, a deep, frantic blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. She let out a shaky breath and squeezed her eyes shut, her **long curly hair** fanning out against the white rose petals like a dark silk curtain.

"Ishita... look at me," I commanded, my voice a low, **velvet** rumble.

She slowly opened her **brown eyes**, her breath hitching as I lowered myself back onto the bed. I hovered over her, my large frame completely eclipsing her **tiny, slim build**. My body felt like a heavy, warm blanket, shielding her, owning her. I was the mountain, and she was the beautiful valley I was finally claiming.

I reached down, my large hand finding the insides of her knees. Slowly, with a **possessive** gentleness, I spread her legs, positioning myself exactly where I needed to be. I felt her shiver, her **payals** giving a soft, silver jingle as she adjusted to my weight.

I didn't rush. I leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss that was slow, serious, and filled with the weight of our new reality. My chest crushed her soft peaks, our heartbeats syncing into one frantic rhythm.

"Rudra... *hah*... you're so big," she whispered against my mouth, her hands trembling as they moved up to rest on my biceps.

"You were made for me, Ishita," I growled, my lips moving to her ear. I positioned myself at her entrance, the heat between us reaching a breaking point. I felt her core pulsing against me, wet and welcoming. "Every inch of you was designed to fit exactly right here."

I pressed forward just a fraction, testing her, savoring the way her breath caught and her nails dug into my **muscular shoulders**.

"Rudra... *ah!*... My Rudra," she moaned, her voice a beautiful, broken melody. Her back arched as she felt the first real stretch of my presence.

"I've got you, Jaan," I murmured, my hand sliding under her head to support her, my thumb tracing her jawline to keep her focused on me. "Just look at me. Don't close your eyes. I want to see you when I finally become yours."

💖 Ishita’s Perspective

I felt his heavy, **muscular** heat hovering over me, and the reality of the moment finally settled in. I looked up into those **ocean blue eyes**—they were so dark, so intense, yet filled with a tenderness that only I ever got to see.

"Rudra... I’m scared," I whispered, my voice trembling. My **brown eyes** searched his, and my fingers gripped his shoulders until my knuckles turned white.

He didn't move. He just looked at me with a soft, **ruthless devotion**. "Don't be, Jaana. I promise I will be gentle. I would never hurt you."

"I know... but still," I murmured, my heart hammering against my ribs.

"Do you trust me, Ishita?" he asked, his voice a low, **velvet** rumble that felt like a caress.

"Yes... more than myself," I replied without a second of hesitation.

"Then I promise... if you can't handle it, if the pain is too much, I will stop immediately. I won't go a step further. I’m right here with you."

I nodded, swallowing hard, and closed my eyes. I felt him move—a slow, careful pressure at my entrance. Even though he was being as soft and gentle as a man of his **6'3" frame** could be, the moment he began to push inside me, it felt like my world was being torn apart.

"Rudra! *Ahhh!*" I cried out, a sharp sob escaping my throat. The pain was like a white-hot flash. I instinctively clutched his neck, my nails scratching into his skin unintentionally as I tried to find something to hold onto.

He stopped instantly. He didn't move even a millimeter further, staying perfectly still inside me, waiting for my body to accept him. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a deep, distracting kiss, tasting my salty tears as they fell. He was so big, so thick—my **tiny core** felt completely overwhelmed by his power. No matter how gentle he was, the sheer size of him was a reminder of the man I had married.

"Shh... I'm here, Ishita. Breathe for me," he whispered against my lips.

To distract me from the burning ache, he began to speak. His voice was a soothing balm, low and steady. "Remember the Shiv Mandir, Jaana? You were falling down those marble stairs, and I caught you. I didn't believe in God, but when I saw your eyes, I thought maybe there was a reason I was there that day."

I choked out a small laugh through my tears, my grip on his neck loosening just a fraction.

"And then we worked together," he continued, his thumb tracing my jaw. "Our first bike ride... the way you clung to me. Our first rain dance where I realized I could never let you go. And that day at the Gurudwara... I didn't believe in a higher power, but I believed in the way you looked when you prayed."

I felt my muscles slowly begin to relax as he walked me through our history. He spoke about the Radha Krishna Mandir, where the dupatta fell on us like a blessing. He spoke about the three long, agonizing years we were apart, and how he sang outside my studio just to get me to look at him again.

"I remember the hospital," I whispered, my voice shaky. "When I thought I’d lost you to those rivals... that's when I knew I couldn't live without you."

"And the anklets," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my feet where the silver **payals** lay still. "I promised to keep you grounded, but I think you’re the one who gave me wings."

By the time he finished recounting our wedding, the sharp pain had faded into a dull, heavy throb, replaced by a warmth that started to spread through my limbs. My body was finally beginning to mold itself to his.

"Can I move now, Ishita?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own **ruthless** need. "Are you ready to be mine?"

I looked up at him, my **brown eyes** clear and filled with love. I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Yes, Rudra. Don't stop. I'm ready."

👑 Rudra’s Perspective

I felt her surrender in the way her body finally softened beneath mine, her legs locking around my waist as if she were afraid I’d pull away. Hearing her recount our journey—from that first moment at the Shiv Mandir to the hospital and finally to this bed—had pushed my restraint to the absolute edge.

"I've got you, Ishita," I rasped, my voice thick with a **ruthless** need I could no longer contain.

I began to move. I kept it slow, my **muscular frame** shifting with a rhythmic, deliberate grace. I withdrew almost completely before sinking back in, deeper and steadier with every thrust. The friction of her **tiny core** clutching around me was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was tight—so incredibly tight—wrapping around my length like a velvet glove, pulling me in.

"Rudra... *Hah*... Rudra!" she wailed, her head thrashing against the silk pillows, her **long curly hair** a wild, beautiful mess.

"I’m here, Jaana. I’m right here," I groaned, my own breath coming in ragged hitches. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss to swallow her cries, but she wouldn't stay quiet.

"It feels... *aaah!*... it feels so full... *Rudra!*" she moaned into my mouth, her **chooda** clinking violently as she gripped my hair, pulling me down to her.

I picked up the pace, my movements becoming less gentle and more **possessive**. Every time I bottomed out against her, a low, guttural growl escaped my throat. I was the "Ice King," the man who controlled billions, but right now, I was just a man enslaved by the woman beneath me.

"You're so tight, Ishita... *fuck*... you're perfect," I cursed softly, the dark romance of the moment taking over. I moved my hands down, pinning her wrists to the bed so I could look at her face while I claimed her. "Look at me! I want to see you when you feel this."

She opened her **brown eyes**, glazed and shimmering with tears of pleasure. "Rudra... *hah*... please... more... *faster*... I want... *aaah!*"

"Tell me what you want," I demanded, my thrusts becoming harder, more **intense**, making the heavy mahogany bed creak against the floor.

"I want... *you*! All of you! *Rudra! Rudra!*" she screamed his name, her voice soaring through the soundproof room.

I let go of her wrists and slid my arms under her back, lifting her off the mattress so I could go even deeper. The feeling of her walls pulsing and squeezing around my cock was driving me to the brink of insanity. I was losing my mind in the heat of her, in the scent of roses and the sound of her frantic, rhythmic moaning.

"I'm... *hah*... I'm almost... *Rudra!*" she sobbed, her body tensing, her toes curling against my calves.

I felt the moment the pain fully retreated, replaced by a wave of raw, electric pleasure that made Ishita’s entire body shudder. My **ocean blue eyes** were locked onto her flushed face, watching her every reaction with a **ruthless, focused devotion**. I was no longer holding back. Every thrust was deep, purposeful, and filled with the five years of hunger I had suppressed.

"Rudra... *Aaaa hhhh!*... Ruuu-rudra!" she wailed, her head falling back as her eyes rolled in a daze of pure ecstasy.

The sound of my name on her lips, broken and desperate, was like fuel to a fire. I felt her **tiny core** clenching around me, her internal muscles tightening and pulsing around my length in a way that made my vision blur.

"God, Ishita... *fuck*... you're so tight," I groaned, my voice a dark, guttural rasp.

I leaned down, my mouth finding the column of her throat. I didn't just kiss her; I sucked the sensitive skin, marking her with deep, purple brands that told the world exactly who she belonged to. My right hand moved down, gripping her thigh and lifting it higher to drive myself deeper, while my left hand moved to her breast, squeezing the soft swell in rhythm with my movements.

"Squeeze me like that again, Jaana," I whispered harshly against her ear, my breath hot and ragged. "Every time you clench, I lose my mind."

"I... *hah*... I can't help it! *Aaah!*... Rudra, it's too big... it's so deep... *Mmmph!*"

I swallowed her moan with a bruising kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as the friction between us reached a fever pitch. Every time she involuntarily squeezed my cock with her walls, a loud, jagged groan escaped my throat, and I increased the speed. The jingle of her **chooda** and the frantic singing of her **payals** created a rhythmic symphony of our union.

"Rudra! *Oh God!*... I’m going to... *hah*... I’m falling!" she screamed, her nails dragging down my back, leaving stinging red trails on my **muscular shoulders**.

"Fall for me, Ishita! I’ve got you!" I roared, my thrusts becoming heavy and primal.

💖 Ishita’s Perspective

I was a total, beautiful mess beneath him. Every time Rudra lunged forward, his **6'3" muscular frame** driving deep into my **tiny core**, a high, jagged moan ripped from my throat.

"Rudra... *Aaahhhh hhh!*... Ruuu... *aaa*... Ruuuruddraa!"

My head was thrashing against the silk pillows, and I could feel the red **sindoor** on my forehead smudging, spreading like a mark of our passion across my skin. My **long curly hair** was tangled with the crushed white rose petals, but I didn't care. My world had narrowed down to the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, and claiming me.

With every heavy thrust, my **chooda** made a frantic, rhythmic clatter against the headboard and his shoulders. My **mangalsutra**, bearing his initials, was caught between our sweating chests, the gold beads pressing into my skin—a constant, stinging reminder that I was finally his wife.

"I’ve got you, Ishita... don't you dare close your eyes," he rasped, his **ocean blue eyes** burning into mine with a **ruthless** hunger.

I felt my legs, still dark with the intricate **mehndi** patterns, clutching his waist with everything I had. My **payals** were singing a silver, chaotic song, jingling with every movement, every heave of my hips. My hands, stained dark with his name, were roaming wildly over his back, my nails scratching into his hard muscles as I tried to pull him even deeper.

"Rudra... *hah*... I’m so close... *please*!" I wailed, my voice breaking.

I could feel it—the tension in my body coiling like a spring, tighter and tighter. He was close too; I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, thick and pulsing with every heavy beat of his heart. In a moment of pure, overwhelming pleasure, my internal walls tightened instinctively, clenching him with a force that made his whole body shatter for a second.

"God, Ishita! *Fuuuuck!*" Rudra let out a loud, guttural groan, his head snapping back as he felt me squeeze him. He didn't stop; he increased the speed, his thrusts becoming hard and fast, driving me toward the edge.

"Rudra! *AAAHHH!*... It’s too much! *RUDRA!*"

The room was spinning, the scent of crushed roses and Rudra’s expensive cologne swirling around me as we reached the breaking point. He knew. He could feel my body trembling on the verge of total surrender. He shifted his weight, his **6'3" muscular frame** tensing as he delivered thrusts that were agonizingly gentle yet impossibly deep.

"Rudra... *Aaahhhh hhh!*... I can't... I’m..." I couldn't even finish the sentence.

My head fell back, my neck arching as my eyes shut tight against the sheer intensity of it. I felt him—every inch of him. His big, thick cock was twitching inside me, pulsing with a life of its own as he held himself at the very edge. The friction was electric, making my **tiny core** feel like it was glowing.

"Stay with me, Ishita! Open your eyes!" he commanded, his voice a raw, **ruthless** growl.

I opened my eyes just as he surged forward one last time. We crashed together in a kiss that tasted of sweat, salt, and five years of desperation. Our tongues tangled in a frantic rhythm as I felt the first wave of my release ripple through me. I let out a loud, long moan against his lips, my internal walls clenching around him in a violent, rhythmic grip.

"RUDRA!" I screamed into his mouth as I came, the pleasure so sharp it felt like a physical weight.

At that exact second, I felt him break. With a guttural roar that echoed off the soundproof walls, he delivered one final, soul-shattering thrust. I felt his cock throb violently inside me as he came, a hot, overwhelming flood that seemed to go on forever, filling me completely. He collapsed against me, his heavy chest heaving, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we both drifted back down to earth.

The only sounds left were our jagged breaths and the faint, dying jingle of my **payals**. I lay there, pinned under the "Ice King," feeling more alive and cherished than I ever thought possible.

👑 Rudra’s Perspective

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of our synchronized, ragged breathing. I stayed draped over her for a long moment, my forehead resting against hers, feeling the frantic skip of her heart against my chest. I had conquered business empires and outmaneuvered the most ruthless men in the world, but nothing compared to the triumph of this moment—of finally being one with the girl from the Shiv Mandir.

I began to pepper her face with soft, lingering kisses, my lips moving over her sweat-dampened forehead, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. I kissed the smudged **sindoor** that had moved from her parting to her brow, a messy, beautiful mark of what we had just done. My **ocean blue eyes** searched hers; she looked dazed, beautiful, and completely mine.

"You okay, Jaana?" I whispered, my voice a low, gravelly rasp.

She couldn't even answer, just gave a small, shaky nod as her fingers traced the scratches she’d left on my **muscular shoulders**.

I was still deep inside her, the heat of our union still pulsing between us. As I shifted slightly, I could feel the slick, warm evidence of our shared climax beginning to pool and drip slowly from her **tiny core**, staining the white silk sheets and the crushed rose petals beneath us. It was a primal, **possessive** sight that made my possessive streak flare up all over again.

"I’m never letting you go, Ishita," I murmured, my hand sliding down to cup her cheek.

Slowly, agonizingly so, I began to withdraw. I felt every muscle of her body cling to me, reluctant to let go. As I pulled out completely, my cock was wet and glistening with the mix of our climax, reflecting the dim amber candlelight. I watched the way her body reacted to the sudden emptiness, a small, involuntary whimper escaping her lips as she shivered.

I reached out and pulled the duvet over her **slim build**, tucking her in as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world. I sat on the edge of the bed for a second, looking back at her—my wife, with her **long curly hair** fanned out like a halo and her **mehndi-stained** hands clutching the blanket to her chest.

The "Cold-hearted Prince" was gone. In his place was a man who had finally found his soul, and I knew that from this night on, the world would have to wait. My priority was the woman in this bed.

💖 Ishita’s Perspective

I lay there, still trying to catch my breath, my body feeling heavy and weightless all at once. The storm had passed, but the electricity was still hummed under my skin. Before I could even reach for the covers, Rudra moved. With a low, possessive grunt, he lay back and pulled my **slim build** directly on top of his **6'3" muscular frame**.

He wrapped his arms around me so tightly, burying his face in the crook of my neck, his breath warm and steady against the marks he had just left there.

"Ishita," he whispered, his voice thick with a vulnerability I’d never heard from the world’s top businessman. "Jaan... look at me. Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?"

I looked down at him, my **long curly hair** falling over his shoulders like a curtain. I wanted to be the strong, brave wife. I wanted to tell him that I was perfectly fine, that the "Cold-hearted Prince" hadn't just completely overwhelmed my **tiny core**. But as I tried to shift my legs, a sharp, dull ache radiated through my hips, and my thighs gave a sudden, uncontrollable shake.

"I'm... I'm okay, Rudra," I whispered, but my voice betrayed me. It was small and breathy.

He didn't buy it for a second. His **ocean blue eyes** darkened with instant concern, his large hand sliding down to the small of my back, holding me still. "You're lying. You’re shaking, Ishita. And you're sore, aren't you?"

"It’s just... it's new," I admitted, blushing so hard I had to hide my face in his chest. "You’re just... very big, Rudra. And I’m... well, I’m not."

He let out a long, shaky sigh, his grip tightening. "I tried to be gentle, but I lost it. I'm sorry, Jaana. I never wanted my first night with you to result in pain." He began to stroke my hair with a **ruthless devotion**, his fingers gently detangling the curls that were messy with sweat and rose petals. "Tell me exactly where it hurts. Do you need me to get you something? Water? Medicine?"

"No, no," I giggled softly, despite the soreness. The way this powerful, ruthless man was suddenly panicking over a little muscle ache was the most romantic thing I had ever experienced. "I just need to stay right here. On you. Don't move."

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice dropping to that deep, **velvet** frequency. "If I had my way, we’d stay in this soundproof room for the next week. No relatives, no business, just us."

I smiled, feeling the steady thrum of his heart against my cheek. My **mehndi-stained hands** rested on his chest, the initials of his name finally claiming their place on my skin. My thighs were still trembling, and I knew I’d probably walk with a bit of a limp tomorrow, but as I felt him kiss the top of my head, I knew I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world.