Ishita's Perspective

The serenity of the Zenana Garden was softly interrupted by the rhythmic clinking of traditional anklets and the firm footsteps of a royal messenger. A senior palace servant, dressed in the traditional white and gold livery of the Rathor estate, approached our group with a deep, respectful bow. In his hands, he carried a silver tray holding a scroll sealed with the royal wax crest.

"Hukum," the messenger said, addressing **Rudra** with lowered eyes. "An official decree has been prepared. The city is buzzing with the news of your return. The elders and the people of Jaipur request a formal ceremony at the City Palace tonight. It is time for the **Eldest Rathor Bahu** to be formally presented to the public."

I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. This wasn't just a family dinner; this was my official debut as the Princess of Rajasthan. I looked at Rudra, and he reached out, taking the scroll and then taking my hand, his **6'3" frame** providing an instant shield of confidence.

"It's time, Janna," he murmured, his **ocean-blue eyes** filled with a fierce pride. "Tonight, they won't just see the Prince; they will see the woman who rules his heart."

But the messenger wasn't done. He turned toward **Vardaan and Reet** with another bow. "And the palace physicians have shared the joyous news with the council. The celebrations tonight will be doubled, as the palace officially announces the **two-month pregnancy** of the younger Rathor bahu, Reet Vardaan Singh Rathor."

The garden erupted in cheers. **Reet** blushed, leaning into **Vardaan**, who looked like he was walking on air. The news of the new life in the family was the perfect blessing to mark our royal return.

"Two months already," **Maa** said, joining us with a radiant smile. "Tonight will be a night the history of Jaipur will never forget. One daughter-in-law to lead the legacy, and another bringing the future of the Rathors into the world."

Rudra looked at me, his thumb stroking the back of my hand. "Are you ready to show them what a real Queen looks like, Ishita?"

I looked at the lane of blue roses and then back at my husband. "As long as you're standing right beside me, Ru."

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The sun had set over the Aravalli hills, leaving the sky in a deep royal indigo that matched the velvet of our chambers. Tonight wasn't just another business gala; it was the night the **Rathor legacy** reclaimed its place in the heart of Jaipur. As I stood by the grand mahogany railing of the staircase, my **6'3" frame** draped in a cream kurta and a dark maroon floral bandhgala, I felt the weight of the crown I was soon to inherit. But my focus wasn't on the kingdom; it was on the woman stepping out of our suite.

His look But without beard and little short hair

**Ishita** emerged, looking like a dream woven in silk and tradition. She wore a stunning pink and orange bandhani saree, the fabric draped perfectly over her slim figure. Her **long curly hair** fell in soft waves around her face, and  the symbols of our union—the deep red **sindoor** in her partition, the **mangalsutra** around her neck, and the **chooda** clicking softly on her wrists. She had chosen heavy kundan jewelry with pink drops that complemented her **brown skin** perfectly, and her heels added a grace to her walk that made my heart skip.

"You look breathtaking, Janna," I murmured, my **ocean-blue eyes** tracing every detail.

She smiled, though I could see the slight tremor in her hands. "I'm nervous, Ru. The whole city is out there."

I stepped close, my hand finding the small of her back. "Let them look. They need to know who really owns the heart of the Rathor Prince."

As our car pulled up to the City Palace, the air was thick with the scent of thousands of crushed rose petals and the deafening, rhythmic beat of the **Nagada drums**. The moment I stepped out and offered my hand to Ishita, the crowd erupted.

* **The Red Carpet:** We walked down a path of crimson velvet, a literal **shower of flower petals** falling from the balconies above.

* **The Gathering:** Thousands had gathered—royalty, politicians, and the local people—all chanting the Rathor name.

* **The Presentation:** Papa Ji stepped forward onto the raised dais, his voice booming through the speakers. "People of Jaipur! Tonight, I present to you the future of our legacy. The eldest daughter-in-law of the Rathor clan, **Ishita Rudra Singh Rathor**!"

I stood half a step behind her, my hand never leaving her waist. While she offered a graceful *Namaste* to the masses, my eyes were scanning the crowd with **dangerous precision**. I saw the way some men lingered a second too long on her beauty, and the way whispers rippled through the front rows. My jaw tightened.

I didn't care if I looked "cold" or "ruthless" tonight. Every glance toward my wife was met with my icy, warning stare. I was the **Cold-Hearted Prince** to them, a man who wouldn't hesitate to crush anyone who showed even a hint of disrespect to the woman beside me.

"Ru, relax," Ishita whispered under the cover of the cheers, sensing the tension in my body. "You're scaring the ministers."

"Let them be scared," I replied, my voice a low, possessive growl near her ear. "They can admire the Princess, but they must remember she belongs to the King."

The night reached a fever pitch when the announcement of **Reet’s two-month pregnancy** was made. The joy was infectious. I watched my brothers—**Akshat, Vardaan, and —standing proud with their wives, and jsy and ahana also there the family united under the Jaipur stars.

As the traditional Ghoomar dancers took the stage, I leaned down to Ishita. "One month ago, we were just 'Ru and Ishi' in Delhi. Tonight, you've conquered a kingdom."

She looked up at me, her **brown eyes** glowing with love. "I didn't conquer it, Ru. You gave it to me."

"And I'd give you ten more," I promised, pulling her closer as the fireworks began to light up the Jaipur sky, reflecting the bright future of the Rathor family.

The grand ballroom of the City Palace was a sight of unimaginable opulence, filled with crystal chandeliers and the elite of Rajasthan's high society. However, before we took our seats at the long, mahogany dining table for the formal royal dinner, Ishita stopped me.

"Ru," she said, her voice firm despite the surrounding grandeur. "Hum tab tak nahi khayenge jab tak baahar aaye har ek insaan ko khana nahi mil jaata. (We won't eat until every single person who came outside has been fed.)"

I looked at her, my **Janna**, and felt a surge of respect that surpassed even my love. While the world saw her as a beautiful model and makeup artist, she had the heart of a true Queen. I immediately gave the order to the palace staff. Thousands of local citizens were served a traditional royal feast in the outer courtyards before a single plate was touched in the main hall. It was a gesture that cemented the people's love for the "New Princess" forever.

Once the word came back that everyone had been fed, we entered the dining hall. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged saffron. I sat at side of the table, as papa sat on head chair my **6'3" frame** commanding the room, with Ishita to my right.

* **The Atmosphere:** The guest list included the most powerful ministers, business tycoons, and old royal families, all watching us with keen interest.

* **The Power Couple:** I kept my **ocean-blue eyes** sharp, monitoring every conversation. My hand frequently found Ishita’s under the table, offering her silent support as she navigated complex social etiquettes with ease.

* **The Conversation:** The topic naturally turned to the family's growth. Papa Ji beamed with pride as he discussed the future of **The Rathor Company** and **Eternity**, while the news of **Reet’s** pregnancy brought a round of toasts from the elite guests.

I leaned toward Ishita, whispering so only she could hear, "Poora Rajasthan aaj tumhare gun gaa raha hai. (The whole of Rajasthan is singing your praises today.)"

She smiled, her **brown eyes** glowing in the candlelight. "Sirf wahi kiya jo sahi tha, Patidev. (I only did what was right, Husband.)"

As the night progressed, I realized that while I was Rajasthan's cold-hearted prince, Ishita was the warmth that made this kingdom breathe. We had faced the pain of a **three-year separation** and the trauma of her **kidnapping**, but sitting here tonight, the "Happy Ending" we were promised felt more real than ever.

The formal royal dinner had concluded, leaving the palace halls buzzing with the elite's praise for Ishita's kindness. But Rudra, sensing his wife's lingering adrenaline, took her hand and led her away from the golden chandeliers toward the secluded, high-walled courtyard where **Oscar**, the 500-pound black tiger, had been moved since their arrival in Rajasthan.

Rudra’s **6'3" frame** blocked the moonlight as he leaned down to her ear, a playful glint in his **ocean-blue eyes**. "Kisi se milna chaogi? (Would you like to meet someone?)"

"Kis se? (Who?)" Ishita asked, her **long curly hair** brushing against her shoulder as she looked up at him curiously.

"Oscar ki pehli mulakat yaad aa jayegi... (You’ll remember your first meeting with Oscar...)" Rudra murmured with a smirk.

As the heavy reinforced doors of the courtyard creaked open, the scene inside was peaceful—until it wasn't. Oscar was lying on the grass, and the moment he saw his 'mummy,' his fierce eyes instantly softened with recognition. However, Ishita’s eyes didn't soften; they nearly popped out of her head.

Sitting right beside Oscar was a massive, golden-maned **Lion**.

Ishita let out a piercing scream that echoed off the palace walls.

she launched herself at Rudra, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, exactly as she had done the first time she met Oscar.

The lion, whose name was appropriately **King**, was so startled by the sudden high-pitched scream that he actually flinched and ducked behind a stone pillar.

Oscar, ever the protective son, gave a low, rumbling chuff and walked over to nuzzle Ishita’s dangling feet to calm her down.

Rudra erupted into a deep, booming laugh, his arms instinctively locking around her to hold her steady. "Janna, shhh! You're scaring the King of the Jungle!"

"Rudra! Ek tiger kam tha jo aap dusra shair le aaye?! (Rudra! Was one tiger not enough that you brought a second lion?!)" she yelled into his neck, her heart hammering against his chest.

"He’s a gift from the Royal Safari, Ishi," Rudra explained, his voice vibrating with amusement. "Oscar needed a brother, and King is actually very gentle. See? He’s more afraid of your scream than you are of his claws."

Slowly, Ishita peeked over Rudra’s shoulder. King the lion poked his head out from behind the pillar, looking at her with a confused, almost hurt expression. Oscar sat at Rudra's boots, looking up at them as if to say, *'It's okay, Mom, he's with me.'*

💖 Ishita's Perspective

I was still clinging to **Rudra** like my life depended on it, my face buried in the crook of his neck while he held my **5'3" frame** effortlessly. Just as I was beginning to breathe again, the sound of loud clapping and laughter echoed from the courtyard entrance.

**Akshat** and **Jay** strolled in, stopping dead in their tracks when they saw the "Cold-Hearted Prince" of Rajasthan turned into a human chair for his wife.

"Oho! Bhai, humne socha aap yahan sheron ka shikar kar rahe honge, par yahan toh bhabhi ne aapka hi shikar kar liya hai! (Oho! Bhai, we thought you'd be hunting lions here, but it looks like Bhabhi has hunted you instead!)" **Jay** teased, his eyes dancing with mischief.

He stepped closer, pointing at my trembling legs wrapped around Rudra's waist. "Bhabhi, itna darr? Aap toh Delhi ki sherni banti thi, ab ek chhote se bheege billi ki tarah bhai se chipki hui hain? (Bhabhi, so much fear? You used to act like Delhi's lioness, and now you're clinging to Bhai like a scared little kitten?)"

Before Rudra could even snap back, a low, vibration-heavy **growl** erupted from the ground. **Oscar**, the 500-pound black tiger, stood up and stepped directly between Jay and us. He bared his massive teeth, his yellow eyes fixed on Jay in a clear warning: *Don't you dare make fun of my mummy.*

Jay jumped back three feet, his face turning pale. "Abey! Oscar, main toh mazaak kar raha tha! (Hey! Oscar, I was just joking!)"

"Dekha, Jay?" Rudra said, his voice dropping into that deep, authoritative baritone as he tightened his grip on me. "Oscar doesn't like it when people tease Ishita. Agli baar mazaak kiya, toh main usey nahi rokunga. (Next time you joke, I won't stop him.)

While the drama unfolded, **King**, the new lion, was sitting near the marble pillar looking completely baffled. He tilted his golden head to the side, watching the humans yell and the tiger growl, his expression clearly saying: *'What the hell is going on in this palace?'* He looked so confused that he actually let out a tiny, high-pitched "mew-like" sound, proving Rudra’s point that he was just a big, golden baby.

"See, Janna?" Rudra whispered against my ear, his **ocean-blue eyes** softening only for me. "Even the King of the Jungle is confused by your drama. Ab niche utrogi? (Will you get down now?)"

"Nahi! Jab tak yeh golden wala thoda dur nahi jata! (No! Not until this golden one moves further away!)" I huffed, making Akshat and Rudra laugh while Jay stayed a safe ten feet away from a very protective Oscar.

I was still wrapped around **Rudra** like a koala, my heart thumping against his chest. He looked at me with those **ocean-blue eyes**, a soft smirk playing on his lips.

"Dekho to ek baar, Janna. (Look just once, my life,)" he encouraged, his large hands supporting my weight.

**Jay**, who was still standing a safe distance away from a protective **Oscar**, couldn't help himself. "Utro na khambe se niche, Bhabhi! (Get down from the pillar, Bhabhi!)"

I turned my head just enough to glare at him. "Chup reh tu! (You keep quiet!)"

**Akshat** just leaned against the courtyard wall, laughing at the chaos. I took a deep breath, trying to summon the courage that a Rathor daughter-in-law should have.

"Theek hai," I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "Oscar ek tiger mera beta hai... toh phir main is sher (lion) se kyun darun? (Okay... if Oscar the tiger is my son... then why should I be afraid of this lion?)"

"Correct," Rudra whispered, finally setting me down on my feet but keeping his hand hovering near my waist.

I took one slow, trembling step toward the lion. **King** watched me, his golden mane glowing in the moonlight. He took one curious step forward, his massive paw hitting the stone with a soft *thud*. That was all it took. My bravery evaporated instantly, and I scrambled back into Rudra’s arms, nearly knocking him over.

**Oscar** let out a low, soft chuff—almost like a sigh—and walked over to me. He gently patted my hand with his massive black paw, his eyes looking at me with what I could only describe as encouragement. It was like he was saying, *'You are brave, Mummy. Come on.'*

I looked down at my "tiger-son" and huffed, "Oscar, mummy ki phat rahi hai... chup reh tu! (Oscar, mummy is terrified... you keep quiet!)"

The whole courtyard erupted in laughter. **Rudra** pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head. "It’s okay, Janna. Even the fiercest Queen is allowed to be scared of a lion

Rudra chuckled, his **6'3" frame** relaxing as he watched the banter between his wife and his brother. "Theek hai, come with me, Janna," he said softly, "He won't say anything to you."

I huffed, pointing a finger at the golden lion. "Yeh jo itna daant faad raha hai, ise bhejo pehle! (The one showing his teeth like that, send him away first!)" Then I turned my sights on **Jay**. "Ja ja, uska ek baal bhi chhu kar aa, tab main maanu ki tu usse nahi darta! (Go, touch even one of his hairs, then I'll believe you aren't scared!)"

Jay looked offended. "Main beech mein kaha se aa gaya? (How did I get dragged into the middle of this?)"

"Toh has bhi mat agar himmat nahi hai toh! (Then don't laugh if you don't have the courage!)" I snapped back.

Jay smirked, trying to play it cool. "Ek tiger ki mummy hoke lion se darti ho? Awww, very bad. (Being the mother of a tiger, you're afraid of a lion?)" Immediately, **Oscar** let out a low, menacing **growl** at him, making Jay stumble back.

"Chalo, shart laga (Let's bet)," I challenged, my competitive spirit flaring up. "Agar main chali gayi, toh kya dega? (If I go, what will you give me?)"

"Ja ke dikhao," Jay countered. "Agar chali gayi, toh main bhi usey kiss karunga! (Show me. If you go, then I'll kiss him too!)"

My eyes narrowed. "Ab toh main usey chhu ke bhi aungi, dekh tu ab! (Now I will even touch him, just you watch!)" I tightened my **saree pallu** and tucked it firmly into my waist, looking like a true **Rathor bahu** ready for battle.

"Chalo, Oscar," I commanded. I marched toward the **lion, King**, my heart hammering but my head held high. As I approached, King stood up, his massive golden head reaching my shoulder. He took a long sniff of my hand, sensing my scent, and then calmly sat back down. I reached out and **ruffled his thick mane**, feeling the coarse hair beneath my fingers. King leaned into my touch and gently **licked my hand**.

I turned back to Jay, wiggling my eyebrows triumphantly and tapping my foot on the marble floor. Beside me, Oscar let out a deep, challenging growl directed right at Jay.

Jay stood there with a shocked expression, his mouth hanging open as he looked at **Rudra**. Rudra just leaned back, a proud **smirk** on his face, his **ocean-blue eyes** shining with admiration for me.

"Don't ever challenge her, Jay," Rudra said coolly. "She’s the woman who tamed the **Cold-Hearted Prince** of Rajasthan. A lion is easy for her."

The atmosphere in the courtyard shifted from tense to absolutely hysterical. **Jay** stood frozen, his face pale as he looked from the massive golden lion to the smirk on my face.

"Deal is a deal, Jay," I said, leaning casually against **Oscar’s** sturdy black shoulder and letting out a sharp, mocking whistle.

**Jay** took one trembling step forward, his hands shaking. **King**, the lion, narrowed his eyes and let out a low, vibrating huff. Unlike the soft reaction he gave me, he clearly didn't like Jay’s nervous energy at all.

* **The First Attempt**: Jay leaned in halfway, pouting his lips from a safe three-foot distance.  I just whistled louder and pointed closer.

* **The Sabotage**: Just as Jay got within a foot of King’s mane, **Oscar** let out a sudden, thunderous **growl** right behind him.

* **The Result**: Jay shrieked, tripped over his own feet, and landed flat on his back in the grass.

"Oscar! Don't scare the poor boy," I teased, though I was laughing so hard my **long curly hair** was shaking. "He's just trying to be brave like his Bhabhi."

**Rudra** was leaning against a marble pillar, his **6'3" frame** shaking with rare, silent laughter.  His **ocean-blue eyes** were bright with amusement as he watched his brother scramble away from the two predators.

"Bas kar, Jay," **Akshat** choked out, holding his stomach from laughing. You’re embarrassing the Rathor name. Even the lion thinks you're a joke."

"Bhai, help me!" Jay cried, looking at Rudra.

"I told you," **Rudra** replied, his voice deep and full of pride as he walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Never challenge my wife. She has the animals, the Prince, and the whole palace on her side."

I leaned into Rudra’s side, feeling the warmth of the Rajasthan night. We were a family again, messy and loud, and for the first time in three years, the shadows of the kidnapping and separation felt like a distant memory.

👑 Rudra's Perspective

I stood back, leaning my **6'3" frame** against the cold marble pillar, watching the chaos with a smirk that I couldn't suppress.To the world, I am the **cold-hearted Prince of Rajasthan**, but here in the courtyard, watching my wife bully my younger brother, I felt more alive than ever.

**Ishita** didn't let him off the hook. She lunged forward, grabbing **Jay** by the back of his neck and physically shoving him toward the **lion**.

"Bhabhi! Lip kiss nahi! (Bhabhi! Not a lip kiss!)" Jay shrieked, his heels digging into the dirt as he tried to resist her surprising strength.

"Kyun? Bohot shauk hai na hasne ka? Chal kiss kar! (Why? You love laughing at me, right? Now kiss him!)" she countered, her **brown eyes** dancing with mischief as she tightened her grip on his collar.

Jay looked at **King**, who had opened his mouth to let out a bored yawn.  "Bhabhi, uska muh to dekho kitna bada hai... mere hont kha jayega woh! (Bhabhi, look at his mouth, it's so big... he'll eat my lips!)" He looked over at me, pleading. "Phir main apni biwi ko kaise kiss karunga? Bhai, bolo na kuch! (Then how will I kiss my wife? Bhai, say something!)"

I just crossed my arms, my **ocean-blue eyes** glinting."You challenged the mother of a tiger, Jay. You're on your own."

With one final, forceful shove from Ishita, Jay’s face was pushed right into the lion's space.  Just as he stumbled forward, King decided to be friendly and swiped his massive, sandpaper-rough **tongue** across Jay’s face.

The wet, sloppy contact made Jay freeze for a second before he let out a horrified cry.

**Ishita** doubled over, her **long curly hair** falling over her shoulders as she erupted into peals of laughter.  Even **Oscar** let out a short, chuffing sound that seemed suspiciously like a tiger's version of a giggle.

"Dekha! Sher ne tujhe pasand kar liya! (See! The lion liked you!)" she teased, pointing at his saliva-covered face while she whistled in victory.

Jay wiped his face with his sleeve, looking like he wanted to cry.  "**Akshat** bhai, dekho yeh dono milkar mujhe maar dalenge! (Akshat bhai, look, these two will kill me together!)"

I walked over to my wife, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into my side.She was glowing with happiness, the stress of the day completely forgotten.

"Chalo, entertainment bohot ho gaya, (Enough entertainment for now,)" I murmured, kissing her temple. Jay, jaakar muh dho le... varna Oscar tujhe agla snack samajh lega. (Jay, go wash your face... or Oscar will think you're his next snack.)"

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The Rajasthan sun climbed high over the **Raj Mahal**, signaling a day of relaxation for the Rathor family.  Out in the sun-drenched courtyard, **Rudra** was standing tall with **Akshat, Vardaan, and Jay**. My **6'3" husband** looked every bit the Prince as he managed the royal predators—the black tiger **Oscar** and the golden lion **King**.

Meanwhile, the **Ladies' Royal Chamber** was a world of its own, filled with the scent of expensive oud and the sound of unfiltered laughter. I sat on the oversized velvet sofa, my **long curly hair** messy and free, surrounded by **Dhristi, Reet, and Ahana**.

"Bhabhi, aapka chehra aaj kuch zyada hi chamak raha hai, (Bhabhi, your face is glowing a bit too much today,)" **Reet** teased, leaning her head on my shoulder while protecting her **two-month pregnancy** bump.  "Lagta hai Rudra Bhai ne kal raat 'swagat' bohot dhoom-dhaam se kiya? (Seems like Rudra Bhai did the 'welcome' with a lot of pomp last night?)"

I blushed a deep crimson, thinking of how he carried me to bed. "Chup kar, Reet! Tu apni fikar kar, Vardaan toh tujhe ek pal ke liye bhi akela nahi chhodta. (Shut up, Reet! You worry about yourself, Vardaan doesn't leave you alone for a second.)"

**Dhristi** laughed, adjusting her glasses.  "Wahi toh! In Rathor mardon ki 'duty' kabhi khatam nahi hoti. (Exactly! The 'duty' of these Rathor men never ends.) From the boardroom to the bedroom, they want to be the CEOs everywhere."

"Exactly!" I added, getting into the spirit of the banter. "Rudra looks so cold outside, but inside these walls? He’s so demanding. It's like I’m the one doing a full-time job just to keep my **'Patidev'** satisfied!"

We all turned our predatory gazes toward **Ahana**, who was blushing furiously.

"Aur humari nanad sahiba toh abhi tak kuwari hain, (And our sister-in-law is still single,)" I said, nudging her.  "Ahana, enjoy these peaceful nights while you can. Once you’re married, you won't get to sleep until 4 AM. Yeh Rathor khoon bohot 'energetic' hota hai. (This Rathor blood is very 'energetic.')"

"Bhabhi! Please!" Ahana cried, covering her ears.

"Kya 'please'?" **Reet** giggled shamelessly. "Ek baar shaadi ho gayi na, toh pati ki seva karte-karte thak jayegi. You’ll be the jewelry designer by day and his favorite toy by night!"

"Sahi kaha," I whispered loudly, winking at the girls. "Rudra expects a full 'performance' every night. If I’m even a minute late to bed, he starts looking at me with those **ocean-blue eyes** like I’ve committed a royal crime. It’s exhausting, but hey, someone has to keep the Prince happy!"

We all collapsed into fits of laughter, our shameless talk echoing through the royal suite. For a moment, we weren't princesses or professors; we were just sisters sharing the messy, beautiful secrets of being married to the powerful Rathor men.

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The palace was finally silent, the only sound being the distant, low rumble of **Oscar** and **King** patrolling the grounds. My brothers had retired to their wings, and **Maa and Papa Ji** were long gone. But as I stood in the corridor, my **6'3" frame** leaning against the cold stone, all I could think about was the "shameless" conversation I had overheard earlier today.My wife, my **Janna**, had quite a lot to say about my "demands."

I didn't knock. I knew the girls were all huddled in the ladies' chamber, probably still whispering about us. I pushed the heavy oak doors open just enough to see **Ishita** sitting on the rug with **Dhristi, Reet, and Ahana**, surrounded by cushions.

"Bhai?!" **Ahana** gasped, clutching a silk pillow to her chest.

I ignored them all. My **ocean-blue eyes** were locked onto **Ishita**, who looked adorable and slightly guilty with her **long curly hair** falling over her **brown skin**.

"Duty calls, Ishi," I said, my voice a low, dangerous rumble that made **Reet and Dhristi** giggle behind their hands.

"Ru! We were talking!" she protested, but her face was already heating up.

"You've talked enough for one day. Now, you’re coming with me." I didn't give her a choice. I stepped forward, swept her up into my arms, and walked out while **Jay's** voice echoed from the hallway, "Bhai, spare her tonight! She’s exhausted from the 'performance'

I kicked our bedroom doors shut and locked them with a definitive *click* The room was bathed in the warm, golden glow of the chandeliers, reflecting off the midnight-blue velvet. I set her down, but I didn't let her go. I pinned her against the door, my hands resting on either side of her head.

"So... I'm 'demanding,' am I?" I whispered, leaning down until our noses brushed."I expect a 'full performance' every night?"

"Rudra... you were listening?" she breathed, her **brown eyes** wide and shimmering with a mix of defiance and desire.

"I heard everything, Mrs. Rathor." I trailed my fingers down her neck, grazing the gold of her **mangalsutra**. "And since you’ve already told the whole family how I 'satisfy' you, I think it’s only fair that I live up to my reputation."

I pulled her closer, my grip possessive and firm. The "Cold-Hearted Prince" was nowhere to be found; in this room,

"You wanted the King, Janna," I murmured against her lips, my voice thick with a raw, shameless hunger. "Now you have him. All night."

As I lifted her and carried her toward our grand bed, the teasing laughter felt miles away. Tonight, there were no protocols, no business deals, and no royal duties—just the two of us, rewriting the history of our love in the heart of the Raj Mahal.

The golden glow of the chandeliers seemed to dim as my focus narrowed entirely on the woman in my arms. I carried **Ishita** toward our massive, midnight-blue velvet bed, her **5'3" frame** feeling like she was made specifically to fit against my chest. As I laid her down amidst the silk pillows, her **long curly hair** fanned out like a dark halo against the gold-embroidered fabric.

"Rudra..." she whispered, her voice trembling as I hovered over her, my **6'3" frame** casting a shadow that shut out the rest of the world.

"You talked about my 'endless night duties,' Janna," I murmured, my **ocean-blue eyes** dark with a hunger that had been building for **three years**. "I think it’s time I showed you exactly how devoted I am to my work."

I lowered my head, my lips tracing the line of her jaw before finding the sensitive skin of her celevge I felt her breath hitch, her fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders as I claimed her with a possessiveness that only a Rathor could possess.

we shared and the agony of the time we spent apart. My hands, usually cold and calculating in the business world, were burning as they moved over her **brown skin**, memorizing every curve she had teased the girls about earlier.

The room was filled with the sound of her soft gasps and the clinking of her **chooda** against my neck a rhythmic melody of our shared passion.

"I love you, Ru," she gasped, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a raw honesty that always managed to disarm me.

"You are my kingdom, Ishita," I replied, my voice rough and thick with emotion. "Everything else is just stone and gold. You are the only thing that matters."

We lost track of time in that royal suite, the moonlight moving across the floor as we explored each other with a shameless intensity.