AUTHOR POV

The evening air at the **Rathor Raj Mahal** was heavy with the scent of jasmine and the lingering echoes of the day’s celebrations. After the soulful pooja at the **Shiv-Parvati Mandir**, the royal couple returned to the palace, where tradition now dictated they spend their first evening as King and Queen in separate quarters before the night's final ritual.

Inside the sprawling, opulent ladies' chamber, the atmosphere was thick with laughter and mischievous whispers. **Ishita** sat on a plush velvet divan, her **magenta lehenga** spread around her like a silken lake. She was surrounded by the women who had become her pillars—**Siya Maa, Urmila, Dhristi, Reet, and Aditi**.

The teasing was relentless. In Rajasthani royal tradition, the coronation night isn't just about the crown; it's the night the Queen "surrenders" herself to the King as his ultimate gift.

*Reet** and **Aditi** were leaning in, whispering playful warnings about the "Ruthless Prince's" legendary impatience.

Ishita’s **brown eyes** darted toward the floor, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that matched her bridal finery.

**Siya Maa** just smiled, gently stroking Ishita’s **long curly hair**, knowing that behind Rudra’s cold exterior, he belonged entirely to the woman sitting before her.

While the older women engaged in lighthearted banter inside, the palace balcony was alive with the sounds of childhood innocence. **Kriti and Saanvi** were preoccupied, running around the marble pillars as they played with little **Purav and Krish**.

From the balcony, they could see the city of Rajasthan still glowing with thousands of lamps, a silent tribute to the new King and Queen. The children had no idea about the weight of the crowns or the "surrender" being discussed inside; for them, it was simply a night of endless sweets and games.

**Rudra** was currently in the royal study with **Akshat, Vardaan, and Jay**. Though he was physically reviewing the final security reports with **Laksh**, his mind was clearly elsewhere. He kept glancing at the antique clock, his **ocean-blue eyes** dark with an intensity that suggested he was counting every second until he could claim his Queen in the privacy of their chambers.

He was still wearing the **ivory sherwani**, though the **Crown Pagdi** had been set aside.

The atmosphere in the ladies' chamber was a riot of colors and laughter, far removed from the stiff protocols of the Drbar Hall. Now that the **Raj Tilak** was over, the "Sovereign Queen" had been replaced by the beloved daughter and sister-in-law, and the family wasn't about to let her off easy.

Bebe kicked off the chaos with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Look, the Tilak is done. Now, whatever you all want to do with your husbands, go ahead! No more restrictions!"

The room erupted. **Ishita**, who was struggling to unhook a heavy gold necklace while her ** hair** got in the way, nearly choked on her own breath.

Oh, we aren't doing anything, Dadi. It’s **Ishu** who has a big night ahead!"

Shut up, Tanya!" Ishita snapped playfully, her **brown eyes** darting around as she felt the heat rise to her face.

"Look at her! Blushing already? You won't be this shy when you're standing in front of Jiju, will you?"

Hiding from Bhai? Good luck with that. He’s been staring at her all day like he wants to kidnap her again!"

**Urmila Chachi** tried to play the peacemaker, though she was suppressed by her own giggles. "Arey, why are you all troubling the poor girl?"

**Riva** didn't miss a beat. "Aunty, the truth is the truth! Tonight, the King claims his prize."

Just when Ishita thought it couldn't get more shameless, **Bebe** chimed in. "Sahi baat hai (It's the truth). The first night after a coronation is... unforgettable."

**Dhristi**, always the one to stir the pot, leaned in. "Bebe! Tell us your story then. What happened when Dada Ji became King?"

The sight of the matriarch of the Rathor family—the formidable Bebe—actually **blushing** sent the room into a frenzy.

> "Ohhhhhhh teriiii!" Ishita laughed, pointing a finger at her. "Naughty Bebe! You’re hiding secrets!"

The ladies' chamber was filled with the sound of clinking bangles and rowdy laughter as the younger generation surrounded the matriarch. **Bebe**, usually the symbol of discipline, was a blushing mess as the girls—**Ishita, Dhristi, Reet, and Aditi**—refused to let her leave without a "royal" confession.

"Okay, okay! Stop pulling my dupatta!" **Bebe** laughed, her hands covering her crimson cheeks. "You think your **Rudra** is the only one who is obsessed? Your Dada Ji was the original 'Cold Prince' of Rajasthan."

"He was so stiff during the Raj Tilak," Bebe continued, her eyes sparkling with memory. "But the moment we entered the royal suite and the doors closed, he didn't even let me take off my heavy gold necklace. He said, 'The Queen can keep the crown, but the woman belongs to the King tonight.'"

"OH MY GOD, BEBE!" **Ishita** squealed, hiding her face in a silk pillow. "That is so shameless!"

**Dhristi** leaned in, poking Bebe’s arm. "And then? Did he make you dance for him again?"

"Dance?" **Bebe** scoffed playfully. "I couldn't even walk! The **ghungroos** on my feet had left marks, just like Ishu's. He sat me down on the edge of the bed—just like **Ru** did for you today—and he didn't just check for cuts. He kissed every single mark of the bells, saying each one was a witness to my grace."

**Reet** laughed, nudging **Ishita**. "See? The Rathor men are all the same. Heartless to the world, but total 'Majnus' for their wives. **Rudra bhai** is probably outside the door right now, losing his mind while we talk."

**Aditi** chimed in, "I bet Jiju has already planned how he's going to spend the 'gift' Ishita has to give him tonight. Ishu, are you prepared to 'surrender' or are you going to use your 'Gym waali' strength to run away?"

The conversation devolved into absolute chaos:

*   **Ishita**: "I am not surrendering anything! I’m the Queen now, I make the rules!"

*   **Bebe**: "Hah! That’s what I said too. Ten minutes later, I forgot my own name because he looked at me with those 'Rathor' eyes."

*   **Tanya**: "I heard the King’s bedroom is filled with white roses. Maybe he’s planning to count all your **moles** one by one tonight, Ishu!"

*   **Ishita**: "TANYA! Shut up! I'm going to kick all of you out!"

"Go ahead, kick us out," **Dhristi** winked, "Because the man waiting in the hallway has much better plans for you than we do."

**Siya Maa** finally intervened, though she was laughing so hard she could barely speak. "Alright, enough! Let the poor girl breathe. She needs to look like a Queen, not a red tomato, when Rudra comes to fetch her."

The room erupted in a fresh wave of whistles and laughter at **Chavvi’s** curiosity. **Ishita**, still trying to calm her racing heart, looked at her friend with a raised eyebrow, her **brown eyes** sparkling with mischief.

"I heard that kings give special jewelry to the Queen as a gift for the night," **Chavvi** said, her eyes wide with intrigue as she leaned closer to **Bebe**. "What did Dada Ji give you, Dadi?"

**Bebe** swatted the air with her hand, a playful smile on her face. "He gave me a **Navratna necklace** that had been in the Rathor family for five generations. But let me tell you, the jewelry was just for show—the real 'gift' was the promise he made that he would never let a tear fall from my eyes as long as he wore the crown."

The girls exchanged 'oohs' and 'aahs,' but then **Aditi, Ishita, and Tanya** all turned their focus toward **Chavvi**.

"You seem very interested in these 'nightly gifts,' Chavvi," **Aditi** teased, nudging her shoulder.

**Ishita** chimed in, grinning as she played with one of her gold bangles. "Maybe we should inform **Krishiv**. I’m sure your mafia husband would be more than happy to hear you're researching royal bedroom traditions!"

**Tanya** laughed, "Yeah! Should we call him right now? He’s probably with **Rudra** anyway. One phone call and Krishiv will be planning his own 'gift' for you tonight."

**Chavvi’s** face turned as red as **Ishita’s** lehenga. "Hey! I was just asking for Ishu's sake! Don't you dare call him!"

The room erupted into its loudest, most scandalous roar of laughter yet. **Siya Maa** stood frozen, her eyes widening as the entire circle of women—**Reet, Aditi, Dhristi, Ahana, Tanya, and Riva**—turned their expectant gazes toward her.

"No, no! I... I have so much work. The kitchen... the guests... I’ll be right back!" Siya stammered, her face turning a deep shade of pink that rivaled Ishita’s magenta finery.

But the girls were faster. **Reet** grabbed her arm, laughing, while **Aditi** blocked the doorway.

*   "Arey Maa, tell us!" **Reet** insisted, nudging her mother-in-law.

*   "Come on, Aunty! If Bebe can tell her story, you have to tell yours," **Aditi** teased, her **brown eyes** dancing with mischief.

Siya looked at her daughter-in-law and her childhood friend, trying to regain her maternal authority. "Sharam karo (Have some shame), both of you! You are **pregnant**! You should be thinking about holy things, not these stories!"

The room went silent for exactly one second before **Reet and Aditi** exchanged a look and burst out laughing.

> "So what if we are pregnant, Maa?" they said in unison, leaning in closer. "We are only in this 'condition' because of those very stories! If that hadn't happened, you wouldn't be becoming a Dadi (grandmother) right now

The "shamelessness" of the comment sent **Ishita** face-down into her pillows, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Even **Bebe** was seen wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the younger generation's boldness.

*   **Dhristi** chimed in, "She’s right, Maa! Logic is on their side today."

*   **Ahana** and **Riva** were busy high-fiving each other, while **Tanya** shouted, "Aunty, did Ram Uncle also give you a 'gift' like the one Rudra has planned for Ishu?"

**Siya Maa** finally surrendered, sitting back down on the divan with a helpless laugh. "You girls are impossible! Fine... but if **Ram ji ** walks in here and hears this, I am blaming all of you!"

The atmosphere in the ladies' chamber reached a fever pitch of hilarity and warmth as **Siya Maa** finally relented, her hands fluttering to her cheeks. Even **Gayatri Sharma**, Ishita’s mother, who usually maintained a quiet dignity, found herself blushing a deep shade of crimson as the "shameless" banter continued

"Fine, fine! Since you all won't let me live," Siya laughed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Your Papa... Ram Singh Rathore... he wasn't always that serious businessman you see today. On our coronation night, he was so nervous he tripped over his own sword!"

The girls—**Reet, Aditi, and Dhristi**—howled with laughter. **Ishita** sat up, her eyes wide. "Wait, Papa tripped?"

"He did!" Siya giggled, the memories making her look years younger. "But then he looked at me and said, 'The weight of the crown is nothing compared to the weight of my love for you.' He spent the whole night not talking about the kingdom, but about how many children we would have. He wanted a daughter first—someone just like me."

The teasing didn't stop

"See, Maa? He was planning for the 'Dadi' stage even back then!"

"And now look at **Rudra**. He’s not tripping over swords, but he’s definitely tripping over **Ishita’s** new moles!"

Even **Gayatri** couldn't help but chime in, "Ishu, your father was the same. He promised me a palace in Delhi, but all I wanted was to be with him."

As the stories flowed, the conversation turned even more "naughty" and playful.

**Tanya** and **Riva** started making jokes about the "special night gifts" kings give to their queens.

"Ishu, just make sure you don't 'surrender' too quickly," **Ahana** winked. "Make the King work for his gift!"

Ishita was now a permanent shade of red. "I am going to lock my door and not let anyone in!"

"As if a lock could stop a Rathor," **Urmila** added with a wink. "They don't ask for keys; they just claim what’s theirs."

💖 Ishita's Perspective

Finally bebe said bhout ho gyi kahaniya ab ja chl

Aditi said haaa jao jao

I said pitna h kya tujhe

But still walk out

The laughter of the ladies' chamber finally fades as they escort **Ishita** to the threshold of the royal suite. When the heavy teak doors open, she is met with the overwhelming, sweet scent of thousands of fresh white roses. **Rudra** has transformed the room into a sanctuary, but the "Cold Prince" himself is nowhere to be seen.

Seizing the moment of privacy, Ishita decides to shed the heavy 15kg magenta lehenga that had been her armor all day. She chooses a breathtaking deep red lehenga that feels like a second skin

The velvet blouse features an intricate criss-cross tie-back

leaving her back partially bare—a silent invitation for the man who is obsessed with the moles on her jawline and neck.

She didn't remove her regal nath her chooda her mangalsutra

Finally, she replaces the broken janjhar with a new, exquisite pair of heavy silver anklets  that chime softly with every breath.

With the room bathed in the soft glow of the white roses, Ishita sits gracefully on the floor, her back turned toward the chamber door. She begins lighting small brass *diyas*, the flickering flames reflecting in her **brown eyes**.

The silence of the room is heavy with anticipation. She knows he is close; she can almost feel the presence of the man who built an empire but surrendered his heart to her.

Suddenly, the soft *click* of the door lock echoes through the room. The air shifts as a powerful presence enters. She doesn't turn around, but the chime of her new anklets betrays her racing heart.

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The scent of thousands of white roses hit me the moment I stepped inside, but my eyes immediately sought the only thing that mattered. I had just left my father’s room, stripped of the heavy royal sherwani and wearing only a simple dhoti, feeling the weight of the crown finally lift for the night.

The chamber was transformed into a sea of flickering flames. There she was, my Janna, sitting at the edge of the indoor pool, her silhouette framed by the dozens of *diyas* she was lighting. Seeing her in that deep red lehenga—the velvet laces of her blouse teasing the skin I’m so obsessed with—made my blood simmer. I let out a low chuckle, the sound echoing against the marble, and turned the lock on the heavy teak door with a definitive *click*.

I walked toward her, my footsteps silent on the rose petals, and sat directly behind her. I saw her shoulders twitch—she knew I was there before I even touched her. Her new **nath** caught the light of the flames, jiggling slightly as she breathed, and I couldn't resist leaning in. I pressed a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder, my lips brushing against the heat of her skin.

"What is my Queen doing?" I murmured against her ear, my voice thick with the pride I felt watching her today.  wanting nothing more than to claim the gift she was promised to surrender to her King tonight.

I watched the way the firelight danced in her **brown eyes** as she looked at the water. "Kuch nahi... bas ujala kar rahi thi," she whispered, her voice soft and trembling slightly. I didn't want the light from the *diyas*; I wanted the light she brings into my life every time she looks at me.

I reached forward, my fingers grazing the smooth skin of her back as I gathered her **long curly hair** and moved it all to one shoulder. I wanted nothing between my eyes and the **moles on her neck and jawline** that I’ve become so obsessed with. I leaned in, snuggling my face into the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent—a mix of jasmine and the white roses surrounding us.

"You have no idea how beautiful you looked today, Janna," I murmured against her skin, my lips trailing heat wherever they touched. I tilted her head back gently, and she gave way, exposing her throat to me. My hands found her slim waist, the velvet of her red lehenga soft beneath my palms. I didn't give her a choice; I pulled her back until she was sitting flush against me, right on my lap, her heart racing against mine.

I looked at the **diamond mangalsutra** resting against her chest, a permanent mark of our union.

"You heard the ladies today," I whispered, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble as I stared into her eyes. "You know what tonight means. Every Queen has to surrender a gift to her King on the night of the coronation... and I’ve come to claim mine."

I felt her heart thumping against my chest like a trapped bird as I looked into those **brown eyes** that held my entire world. I leaned in close, my breath fanning over her lips, and whispered, "Agar ijaazat ho... toh hum apni rani aur jaan se toot kar pyar karna chahte hain."

She didn't look away this time. Instead, a beautiful crimson flush crept up her neck, and she finally turned to face me. She reached up, her **red chooda** clinking softly, and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss to my cheek. "Aapko ijaazat lene ki zaroorat hai?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a tenderness that still catches me off guard.

"Still... tell me," I insisted, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rasp. I wanted to hear it from her

She smiled, a small, radiant thing, and whispered the words that finally broke the last of my restraint: "I am yours. Aapko puri ijaazat hai."

The king of Rajasthan vanished in that second. I buried my face in her neck, trailing slow, **wet kisses** along the line of her jaw, lingering on the moles** I’ve become so obsessed with. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn't a breath of space between us. With a slow, deliberate movement, I leaned back just enough to catch the **velvet strings** of her blouse with my teeth.

I felt her gasp, her fingers digging into my forearms which wrapped around her waist as I slowly untied the laces, the flickering light of the **diyas** reflecting off the **diamond mangalsutra** that sparkled against her skin. Tonight, the crown didn't matter. The kingdom didn't matter. There was only my 'Janna' and the surrender I had waited years to claim.

The scent of the white roses intensified as the last velvet string gave way. I didn't let the blouse fall just yet; instead, I used the opening to rain slow, **wet kisses** across her bare back. I traced the curve of her spine with my lips, feeling her shiver in my arms. Her blouse was half-hanging off her shoulders now, draped precariously, exposing the smooth, brown skin I had hungered for through every day of our separation.

My restraint snapped. I reached down and **picked her up effortlessly**, her weight nothing in my arms . She let out a small, melodic giggle—a sound that was pure music to my ears—and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her **red chooda** clinking against my skin.

I carried her the few steps to the **king-size bed**, the mattress nearly hidden under the layer of white petals. As I laid her down, her **long curly hair** fanned out like a dark halo against the silk sheets. I didn't wait a second longer. I hovered over her, my muscular frame casting a shadow in the dim light of the *diyas*.

The room was filled with the **wet, rhythmic sounds** of our lips meeting. I kissed her with a desperation that told her everything—how much I love her and  how I would never let her go again. My mouth moved from her lips to the **moles on her neck and jawline**, sucking gently on the skin until I knew I was leaving a deep, dark mark. I wanted the world to see tomorrow that the Queen belonged solely to her King.

"Janna..." I groaned against her skin, the sound vibrating between us. Her hands were in my hair, pulling me closer as she arched her back, the anklets** on her feet chiming with every frantic movement she made. The "surrender" was complete, and as I looked down at her flushed face and blown-out pupils

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The flickering light of the **diyas** cast long, dancing shadows against the walls of the rose-filled chamber, but my world had narrowed down to the heat of the man hovering over me. As **Rudra’s** lips moved from my jawline to my collarbone, I felt his nimble fingers working on the final remnants of my blouse.

With a slow, deliberate tug, he pulled the velvet sleeves down my arms. As the blouse was set aside, I was left in my black lace strapless bra the delicate fabric a sharp contrast against my brown skin. I felt a wave of shyness wash over me under his intense, **ocean-blue gaze**.

Rudra didn't move away; instead, a dark, possessive **smirk** played on his lips. He leaned down, his chest—bare and warm—pressing against me, making me feel every beat of the **tattoo over his heart**.

He didn't give me time to process my shyness. His mouth found the hollow of my throat before trailing downward, leaving a path of fiery, **wet kisses** along my cleavage. I gripped the silk sheets, my **red chooda** clinking frantically as his lips moved lower, capturing the swell of my breast above the lace.

When he began to **suck** firmly on the sensitive skin, a sharp jolt of electricity shot through my entire body. It was my ultimate weak point, a secret he knew far too well.

> "Ru..." I gasped, my head tossing back against the white rose petals.

A loud, broken **moan** escaped my lips, echoing in the silent room. The sound seemed to embolden him. His hands, rough and calloused from years of building an empire, traveled up to cup my face, while his mouth continued its delicious torture, turning my "surrender" into a frantic, shared hunger.

He didn't just kiss me; he marked me. I felt the sharp, intoxicating sting as he sucked on the swell of my breast, leaving a dark, possessive bruise against my brown skin—a silent declaration that I belonged to him. My fingers curled into the silk sheets, the **red chooda** on my wrists clinking in a frantic rhythm as I arched against him.

Rudra didn't stop. He began a slow, agonizing trail of **wet kisses** down my torso.

His lips moved over my ribs, his stubble grazing my skin, sending jolts of electricity through me.

He lingered at my navel, his tongue tracing the dip of my stomach, making my breath hitch in a broken sob of pleasure.

Then, his hands moved to the heavy silk of my red lehenga. With a single, masterful tug, he undid the **lehenga knot** at my waist. I felt the weight of the 15kg fabric slide down my legs, pooling on the bed like a lake of crimson fire.

As the skirt fell away, I was left in only my matching black lace lingerie The cool air of the room hit my bare thighs, but it was immediately replaced by the scorching heat of Rudra’s touch.

He moved to the foot of the bed, his large hands gripping my **soft thighs**. I watched through hooded eyes as the ruthless King of Rajasthan knelt between my legs, his gaze fixed on me with raw adoration. He began to **kiss and suck on my inner thighs**, his mouth moving higher with every second.

> "Ru... please," I whimpered, my voice cracking.

A loud, uninhibited **moan** ripped from my throat, echoing through the silent palace. **janjhar** on my ankles chimed wildly as my legs trembled under his touch. At this moment, there was no Queen, no King, and no Kingdom

**[MATURE CONTENT NOTICE]**

*This chapter contains explicit descriptions of intimacy, afterglow, and adult themes. 18+ only.*

I felt my breath hitch as **Rudra** pulled away for a fraction of a second, only to return with a renewed, darker intensity. His mouth moved with practiced precision, tracing the line of my jaw and lingering over the **moles on my jaw that he loves so much.

While his lips stayed busy against my skin, I felt his large, calloused hands slide around to my back. With a single, effortless flick of his fingers, he popped the clasp of my black lace bra. I felt the tension release as he tossed the scrap of lace away, and the cool air of the room hit my skin for only a heartbeat before it was replaced by the scorching heat of his **large hands**.

He cupped my breasts, his thumbs caressing the sensitive peaks, and I couldn't help it—my eyes fluttered shut and a broken, shaky moan escaped my lips. The way his muscular frame hovered over me, combined with the scent of the thousands of white roses, made me feel like I was floating.

"I have a gift for you," he rumbled against my ear, his voice a low, possessive growl.

"What... what gift?" I whispered, my voice barely audible as I struggled to maintain even a shred of focus.

Rudra smirked, a look of pure, predatory satisfaction. He reached out to the bedside table, his hand disappearing into the drawer for a moment before he pulled out a small, ornate velvet box. When he snapped it open, my heart nearly stopped.

I stared at the jewelry inside, my face heating up until I was sure I was a deeper red than my lehenga. It wasn't traditional temple jewelry. It was a **diamond-encrusted body chain**—a delicate, shimmering web designed to drape over my bare chest

and a matching, intricate **waist chain** that would hang low on my front

"What... what is this, Ru?" I stammered, my eyes wide as I looked from the diamonds to his **ocean-blue eyes**.

His smirk widened, dark and dangerous. "It's the tradition, Janna. The Queen must be adorned in the King's jewels before she truly surrenders. And tonight," he leaned in, his lips brushing mine, "I want to see these diamonds against your skin while I whisper my into your soul."

The cool air of the room felt like ice against my skin, but the heat radiating from **Rudra** was enough to set the whole palace on fire. I looked at the shimmering diamond chains in the box and then back at his dark, smirking face.

"You are so shameless, Rudra!" I gasped, my voice hitching as I tried to cover my chest with my hands, though my **red chooda** only clinked mockingly. "How can you even buy something like this? God... what must the jeweler have thought when you walked in?"

Rudra didn't even flinch. He just let out that low, dangerous chuckle that usually meant he was about to get exactly what he wanted. "The jeweler knows better than to question a Rathor, Janna," he murmured, his **ocean-blue eyes** never leaving mine. "And he knows I only buy the best for my Queen."

He didn't listen to my protests. Instead, he gripped my waist and pulled me into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He positioned me right in front of the massive, gold-framed floor mirror, so I had no choice but to watch.

I was a **blushing mess**, my brown skin flushed a deep rose color. I watched in the reflection as he picked up the **chest jewelry**

As the cold, heavy diamonds touched my bare breasts, I let out a sharp, involuntary shiver.

The contrast of the freezing metal against my feverish skin was too much. I watched in the mirror, mortified yet mesmerized, as my nipples pebbled and grew hard the moment the jewelry draped over them.

Rudra didn't stop there. While his fingers worked the delicate clasp at the back of my neck, he leaned forward, burying his face in the curve of my shoulder and leaving a fresh, dark mark right above the shimmering diamonds.

"Look at yourself, Ishita," he whispered against my skin, his large hands now moving to pick up the **waist chain*. "Tell me you don't look like you were made for these."

I couldn't even answer. My breath was coming in short, shallow pants. In the mirror, I saw the "Ruthless King" behind me, his **Greek god** physique casting a shadow over my smaller, trembling frame. The diamonds sparkled with every labored breath I took, catching the light of the **diyas** and the white roses.

As he began to wrap the waist chain around my hips, his fingers grazing the skin just above my matching lace panties, I knew the 'shame' I felt was quickly being replaced by the raw, overwhelming passion he always ignited in me.

👑 Rudra's Perspective

I ignored her protests, my focus entirely consumed by the sight of her. The way the diamonds caught the light of the *diyas* against her brown skin was a masterpiece I had designed just for this moment. Once the chest jewelry was secure, I didn't give her a second to breathe.

I moved from behind her, catching her gaze in the mirror for one heartbeat before I pushed her back gently into the center of the bed. She sank into the sea of white rose petals, her **long curly hair** spreading out like silk. I followed her down, my muscular frame hovering over her as I trailed a path of scorching, **wet kisses** from her ribs, down across her navel, to the soft skin of her stomach.

I felt her entire body trembling beneath me. When my fingers hooked into the sides of her matching black lace panties and slid them off her legs, I heard her breath hitch. She bit her lip hard, a silent admission of how **wet** and ready she already was for me.

She instinctively tried to clench her thighs together, a final flare of shyness, but I wasn't having it. I moved her legs apart with a firm, possessive grip and reached for the **waist chain**

"Don't hide from me, Janna," I rasped, my *eyes** locked onto hers.

I carefully draped the cold, shimmering chain around her hips. The intricate, hanging diamond centerpiece settled perfectly against her **beautiful core**, the sharp contrast of the freezing stones against her feverish heat making her let out a jagged, broken **gasp**. She arched her back, her janjhar** chiming a frantic rhythm against the mattress.

I leaned down, my lips brushing the skin just above the diamonds. "You look like a goddess," I whispered against her skin

As I looked at her—adorned in nothing but diamonds, roses, and the marks I had left on her neck—I knew the "surrender" was no longer a ritual. It was our reality.

🔥 Author’s Note: The King Has No Chill! 🔥

Can we talk about Rudra? The man literally went from a coronation to buying diamond-encrusted body chains! 💎 I guess when you're a Top 5 businessman and the King of Rajasthan, you don't do "normal" gifts. And Bebe revealing that Dada Ji was just as obsessed? It’s clearly in the Rathor DNA!

Ishita might have thought she was the one making the rules as the new Queen, but Rudra just reminded her that in this room, she’s his Janna first. Those broken ghungroos on the floor were nothing compared to the "surrender" we just witnessed!

Which part made you blush more? The "shameless" banter with Siya Maa and Reet, or Rudra using his teeth on those velvet strings? Let me know! 👇❤️