**[MATURE CONTENT NOTICE]**

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

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The steam from the water clung to my skin like a second layer of silk as **Rudra** pinned me against the marble wall of the pool. The stone was cool against my back, but he was a wall of pure, radiating heat. He didn't say a word, his **ocean-blue eyes** burning with a possessive fire as he reached out and latched onto my breast, his mouth demanding and hot.

I let out a sharp, broken gasp, my fingers digging into his wet, muscular shoulders. Before I could even find my voice, he gripped my thighs, lifting my **5'3" frame** until I was level with him. Without a single word of warning, he drove into me, his thickness cutting through the resistance of the warm water.

"AAAAHHH! Ruuuu!"

I screamed his name, the sound echoing off the ornate walls of our chamber. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt-the water added a heavy, pulsing pressure to every movement, making the friction feel ten times more intense.

As he hammered into me against the marble, the water acted like a weight, pushing back against us and forcing me to clench around him with every ounce of my strength.

The **diamond waist chain** was caught between our skin, the gems feeling like tiny sparks of electricity against my wet, sensitive core.

My * janjhar** let out a frantic, muffled *chan-chan* beneath the surface, a rhythmic accompaniment to the wet slaps of our bodies meeting.

"Mmmm... yes, Janna... take it all," he growled against my neck, his stubble grazing my skin near the **moles he loves so much**.

The pace was unrelenting. He was using the marble wall for leverage, his **6'3" muscular frame** pushing me further and further into the stone. Every thrust was deep, hitting that perfect spot that made my head roll back and my eyes flutter shut in sheer, agonizing pleasure.

"Ru... please... *haan... aaaa!* It's too much!" I sobbed, my **red chooda** clinking violently as I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to stay afloat in the sea of his desire.

"It's never too much for my Queen," he rasped, his voice a dark, guttural vibration that I felt deep in my chest. "I want you to feel me in the water, in the air, in your very soul. You are mine, Ishita. Every moan, every tear... they all belong to your King."

I was a moaning, breathless mess, my hair** floating around us like a dark halo as I surrendered completely to the man who had waited three long years to reclaim me.

The water in the pool was churning, a chaotic vortex of heat, roses, and raw, unfiltered passion. Every time **Rudra** slammed me against the marble, a small wave of warm water splashed over my shoulders, but I barely felt the chill of the air-I was burning from the inside out.

He didn't slow down; if anything, the water seemed to fuel his hunger. He gripped my waist so hard his knuckles turned white, his thumbs digging into the skin just above the **diamond waist chain**. Each thrust was a heavy, wet thud that vibrated through my entire spine.

"Aahhh! Ruuu! Please... it's... it's so deep! *Haan... mmmm!*" I screamed, my voice bouncing off the high marble walls of our chamber.

"I told you, Janna," he groaned, his voice breaking into a guttural, animalistic sound as he buried his face in my chest. "I'm reaching for everything. Clench for me... *clench*, Ishita!"

"I've got you... I've got you," he rasped, his **ocean-blue eyes** wide and dark with a trance-like focus. He shifted his grip, one hand hooking under my knee to pull my leg higher, opening me up even further to his relentless assault.

The janjhar** on my ankles were underwater, creating a strange, rhythmic *glub-glub* chime that felt like it was echoing inside my head.

The **diamonds** between us were grinding against my sensitive skin, the sharp pressure driving me toward a peak that felt like it would shatter my very bones.

"You're so tight... even with the water... you're perfect," he moaned shamelessly, his frame** trembling with the effort of holding me and pounding into me at once.

I was a wreck in his arms. My hair** was plastered to my face and neck, and my fingers were buried so deep in his wet hair I thought I might never let go.

"Ru... I can't... I'm going to-*AAAAHHHH!*"

"Go, Janna! Give it all to me!" he roared, his own pace becoming a blur of motion.

The world turned into a kaleidoscope of white roses and blue water. I felt my walls pulse and seize around him in a violent, unending release. At that exact moment, I felt him go rigid, a deep, soul-shaking moan ripping from his chest as he emptied himself into me, the force of his climax pinning me so hard against the marble I thought I might merge with the stone itself.

We stayed like that for minutes, tangled and heaving, the only sound the gentle lap of the water against the edges of the pool. The King had reclaimed his Queen, and the silence that followed was the loudest confession of love we had ever shared.

The warm water churned around us as **Rudra** let out a heavy, unsatisfied growl against my skin. Even after that explosive release, his muscular frame** remained tense and hard against me. He wasn't done; the cold man had turned into a relentless predator who couldn't get enough of his Queen.

He didn't pull out. Instead, he waded through the chest-deep water toward the submerged marble steps, his hands gripping my hips to keep me impaled on him. As he reached the shallow area, he sat down on the top step, pulling my frame** onto his lap so I was straddling him completely.

The surface of the water was a thick blanket of crimson and white rose petals, hiding the shameless friction of our bodies from view, but the sounds filling the chamber were anything but hidden.

"Ru... please... I'm so tired," I whimpered, my head resting on his shoulder as I felt him begin to move again, a slow, deep grind that hit every sensitive nerve.

"You're not tired, Janna," he rasped, his **ocean-blue eyes** dark with a hunger that seemed bottomless. "You're just getting started. I want to feel every petal against your skin while I fill you up again."

He gripped my waist, his thumbs pressing into the small of my back just above the **diamond waist chain**. With the water only reaching our waists now, the weight of his thrusts felt heavier, more grounded.

"Look at the roses, Ishita," he commanded, his voice a low vibration in my ear. "They're blushing for you. Because they know exactly how much I'm making you crave me."

: "Aahhh! Ruuuu... *haan*... it's too deep! Mmmm... haan!" I cried out, my **red chooda** clinking as I gripped his biceps for dear life.

Every time he surged upward, the *janjhar** on my ankles broke the surface of the water, ringing out a sharp, rhythmic *chan-chan* that echoed our frantic pace.

"Tell me you want us," he groaned, his pace becoming harder, more unrelenting as he pinned me against his chest. "Tell me you want me to never let you go back to that bed."

"I want... I want everything with you, Ru!" I sobbed shamelessly, my **long curly hair** wet and draped over his arms like dark silk.

He didn't hold back. He took me right there under the morning sun, the scent of sandalwood and wet roses intoxicating us both. Each thrust was a promise, each moan a confession, as the King of Rajasthan claimed his Queen over and over until the water finally went still.

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The heat of the morning sun was nothing compared to the fire burning in my veins as I shifted our bodies on the slick marble steps. I wasn't finished-not even close. I laid us both down on the wide, submerged stairs, where the water lapped at our waists while our upper bodies remained on the dry, warm stone

I pulled her body flush against mine, locking us in a Modified Coital-Alignment Technique. I wanted maximum friction, my weight pressing her into the marble while the water created a heavy, rhythmic suction around our hips. I ground myself against her, the **diamond waist chain** caught between our bellies like a million tiny sparks of ice and fire.

"Aahhh... Ruuu!" she cried out, her head thumping back against the dry step, her **long curly hair** fanning out like a dark, wet silken map. She looked up at me with those hazy **brown eyes**, a playful yet desperate smile tugging at her lips. "Last night... *aaaa... haan*... last night was not enough for you, Patidev? *Aaaahhh!*"

I let out a guttural, animalistic moan against the **moles *, my hips moving in a grinding, agonizingly slow circle that made her fingers dig into my biceps.

"This one is the last, I promise, Janna," I rasped, my voice sounding like crushed gravel. "But I'm making it count for every second

I wasn't lying, but I was being ruthless. I used the alignment to stay deep, my frame** hovering over her controlling every vibration.

With every rhythmic grind, her ** janjhar** let out a frantic, wet chime against the marble, echoing through the silent chamber.

"You feel that, Ishita?" I groaned, my forehead resting against hers. "That's the King of Rajasthan surrendering to you. I'm not just inside you; I'm a prisoner to this."

"Ruuu... *mmm-aaaa*... more! Harder... please!" she sobbed shamelessly, her **red chooda** clinking as she pulled my face down to hers.

I didn't hold back. I increased the pressure, the friction of the diamonds and our wet skin creating a sensation so intense it felt like the world was ending. I felt her walls start to spasm, that beautiful, tight clench that always preceded her fall.

"Stay with me, Janna," I commanded, my own climax hitting me like a physical blow. I buried my face in her neck, letting out a roar of her name that drowned out the sound of the water, emptying myself into her for the final time as the roses danced around our shaking bodies.

The warm water of the pool became a shimmering, chaotic vortex as the final waves of our passion peaked. My frame** went completely rigid against the marble steps, and I let out a low, guttural roar that felt like it was tearing through my very soul

I was cumming so hard that the water around our hips seemed to pulse with the intensity of it. As I surged into her for those final, deepest moments, the **diamond waist chain** and the janjhar** she wore became tangled with me, the cold metal and sharp gems grinding against my heat in a beautiful, messy knot of possession.

When the world finally stopped spinning, I didn't move. I stayed buried inside her, my forehead resting against hers, our breath coming in ragged, synchronized hitches. The scent of sandalwood and wet roses was heavy in the air, a witness to a love that was far from ordinary.

Finally, I slowly pulled back, the water rippling as I shifted. I didn't leave her side; instead, I reached for a fresh bowl of rose-infused water and began to bathe her with a tenderness that only she would ever see

I washed her skin with slow, reverent strokes, my hands treating her like the Queen she is. Our relationship isn't built on shallow games or labels; it's built on a foundation of **deep respect** and the sacred bond of husband and wife.

Every touch carried the weight of our **five years of love**-the first six months of falling, the confession at the Gurudwara, the agonizing **three years of separation**, and the year of waiting for our wedding day.

We have been married for **three months** now, and each day I find new ways to worship the woman who changed my world and made a man who didn't believe in God finally believe in love.

I cupped her face, my wet thumb tracing the **moles on her jawline** that I'm so obsessed with. Her **brown eyes** were soft, reflecting the pure, divine love that exists only between us.

"You are my life, Janna," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "This isn't a hookup, and you aren't just a girl to me. You are my wife, my Queen, and the mother of our kids we are going to bring into this world."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, a slow, lingering seal of our commitment. In this palace, amidst the luxury and the power, the only thing that truly matters is the purity of the heart beating against mine.

The heavy scent of roses and sandalwood followed us from the pool as I wrapped us both in thick, plush towels. I didn't let her feet touch the cold marble; I scooped her frame into my arms and carried her back to the center of our chamber, settling her gently on the edge of the silk-covered bed.

I made a quick call, and within a minute, a lavish breakfast spread was brought to our doors. I dismissed the staff with a sharp nod-I wanted no one else in our sanctuary. I pulled **Ishita** onto my lap, her back against my chest, and began to massage her sore thighs with slow, rhythmic pressure, my large hands easing the tremors I had caused.

She picked up a piece of fruit, turning in my arms to feed me, her **red chooda** clinking softly against the porcelain plate. I took the bite, my eyes locked on hers, savoring the sweetness and the domestic peace of our three-month marriage.

She looked at the clock on the wall, her **brown eyes** widening slightly as she realized the time.

"Ru... today is the first official day of your reign as King, and you are still here," she whispered, her voice a mix of concern and playfulness. "It's already 9:00 AM. Shouldn't you be at the court?"

I let out a low, vibrating chuckle against her neck, my lips grazing the **moles on her jawline** that I'm so obsessed with.

"The Kingdom of Rajasthan has waited centuries for a King, Janna; they can wait another hour for me to finish breakfast with my Queen."

I squeezed her hip gently, my hand lingering near the **diamond waist chain** still hidden beneath her towel. "My first decree as King is that my wife's comfort comes before any council meeting."

After five years of fighting fate and three years of agonizing separation, a few extra minutes in her arms is the only 'power' I actually crave.

"Eat, Ishi," I rumbled, guiding her hand back to the plate. "The throne isn't going anywhere, but this moment with you is something I won't ever sacrifice again."

I let out a deep, rumbling laugh as **Ishita** playfully glared at me, her face still glowing with the remnants of our morning in the pool. She popped a piece of *paratha* into my mouth, her **red chooda** clinking against the plate as she shook her head at me.

"Ye acha hai... pehle raat bhar biwi ko pareshan karo, fir seva karo," she teased, her voice full of mock indignation. (This is great... first trouble your wife all night, then serve her.)

I leaned in, my lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, right over the **moles I'm obsessed with**. I didn't stop the massage on her thighs, my large hands kneading the muscles that were still trembling slightly.

"Seva is a King's duty, Janna," I whispered, my voice a dark, vibrating rasp. "And if 'pareshan' means worshiping every inch of you until you forget your own name, then I plan on being the most troublesome husband in Rajasthan."

"Dhaat!" she exclaimed, pushing at my chest, though she didn't actually pull away from my lap. "I am sore... literally because of you. My legs feel like jelly, and it's all your fault, Patidev."

I smirked, that arrogant Rathore spark lighting up my **eyes**. I set the tea cup down and leaned closer, my mouth hovering just an inch from her ear.

"Is that so? Because if I remember correctly," I began, my voice dropping into a shameless, teasing tone, "you weren't complaining while we were against that marble wall. In fact..."

I let out a soft, high-pitched moan directly into her ear, perfectly mocking the breathless way she had called out to me in the water.

*"Aaa... Ruuu... plz don't stop... plz..."*

"Rudra!" she gasped, her entire face turning a brilliant shade of crimson as she tried to cover my mouth with her hand. "I did *not* sound like that! You are so mean!"

"You sounded exactly like that," I chuckled, catching her wrist and kissing her palm, right over her heartbeat. "You were begging your king for more, and as a loyal subject, how could I possibly refuse my Queen?"

"You are not a loyal subject, you are a shameless beast," she panted, her **brown eyes** shining with love and frustration.

"A beast who only listens to his Janna," I corrected, pulling her flush against my chest as I took another bite of breakfast from her fingers. "Now eat. You need your strength. After all, the day is long, and I might decide the King needs another 'break' before lunch."

The breakfast plates were cleared, and I could see the heaviness in **Ishita's** eyelids. The adrenaline of the morning had finally ebbed, leaving her soft and fragile in my arms.

"I am still so sleepy, Ru," she murmured, leaning her forehead against my collarbone.

"Then sleep, love," I rumbled, my hand tracing the curve of her spine.

She pulled back slightly, her **brown eyes** flickering with a sudden spark of anxiety. "But... what will everyone think? It's nearly mid-morning. We haven't come out of the room. Ma, Chachi...bebe and everyone... they'll all know why we're hiding."

I let out a low, protective chuckle. "Iski tension aap mat lijiye, Janna (Don't you worry about that). No one in this Raj Mahal dares to question why the King and Queen are enjoying their privacy. If I say we are resting, the world stops at that door."

I didn't wait for her to argue. I scooped her frame into my arms one more time, the **janjhar** on her ankles giving a tired, rhythmic chime as I carried her back to our massive bed. I laid her down among the fresh linens-the rose-scented wreckage of last night finally cleared away. Within minutes, the exhaustion from our "intense" morning took over, and her breathing turned deep and steady.

I sat by her side for a long moment, watching the way her hair** fanned out over the pillow. I reached out, my thumb grazing the **moles on her jaw before sliding down to her thighs. As I massaged them gently, I could feel the tension in her muscles; I knew she was damn sore. I had been relentless, driven by three years of suppressed hunger, and her body had paid the price of my passion.

I realized the towel was starting to get damp and heavy. Wanting her to be completely at ease, I moved with the silent grace of a predator. I reached for one of my crisp, white button-down shirts-the fine cotton was soft and smelled of my cologne.

I carefully unwrapped the towel, my eyes lingering on the **diamond waist chain** that still sparkled against her skin.

I slid her arms into the oversized sleeves and buttoned it just enough to cover her, the hem reaching mid-thigh. She looked tiny and utterly mine, swallowed up by my clothes.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, a slow, reverent seal. "Sleep, my Janna," I whispered. "Your King is on guard."

I stayed there, watching her sleep, knowing that while the crown of Rajasthan was on my head, my heart would always be right here, at her feet.

AUTHOR POV

The grand corridors of the Rathore Raj Mahal were hushed, the morning sunlight cutting through the arched windows in sharp, golden beams. Rudra stepped out of the royal chambers, his presence commanding even in the silence. He had traded the raw, intimate disarray of the bedroom for a crisp, charcoal-grey suit that hugged his **6'3" muscular frame** to perfection. The "Cold parsona was back, his face a mask of stoic authority, though his **ocean-blue eyes** still held a lingering, predatory satisfaction

As he descended the marble staircase, the palace felt unusually still. The grand *Raj Tilk* festivities from the previous days had drained the energy of the household. Most of the extended family-the cousins, the aunts, and the laughter-filled Sharma relatives-were still tucked away in their guest wings, recovering from the whirlwind of rituals and celebrations.

However, in the main hall, the "punctual boys" were already gathered. **Akshat**, **Vardaan**, and even a sharp-looking **Krishiv** were nursing coffees or checking tablets. For men who ran global empires and navigated the underworld, a few days of celebration weren't enough to break the habit of early rising. They looked up as Rudra approached, a silent understanding passing between them; they knew Rudra wasn't just a businessman anymore-he was now the **King of Rajasthan**.

In the sun-drenched breakfast nook, a different group was awake.

* **Bebe** sat regally, her prayer beads moving through her fingers as she watched the morning begin.

* **Mohan and Gayatri Sharma**, Ishita's parents, were also there, speaking in low, respectful tones.

When Rudra entered the room, Gayatri's eyes immediately darted behind him, looking for her daughter. Mohan smiled warmly at his son-in-law, acknowledging the new crown he wore.

"Good morning, Rudra Beta," Gayatri said, her voice gentle. "Where is Ishu? Is she not coming for breakfast?"

Rudra walked over, his stride confident.he touch bebe and her parents feet they bless him

He took a seat, his expression softening only slightly as he thought of Ishita, curled up in his oversized shirt and tangled in those **long curly hair** strands.

"She's still resting," Rudra replied, his voice a low, steady rumble. "The functions were long, and she was very... exhausted. I've told her to stay in bed until she's fully recovered."

Akshat smothered a smirk behind his coffee mug, catching the subtle, dark glow in Rudra's eyes. He knew his 'Bhai' well enough to know that Ishita's exhaustion wasn't *just* from the Raj Tilk ceremony.

"She deserves the rest," Bebe intervened, her voice full of authority. "Being a Queen is a heavy burden, and she carried it beautifully yesterday. Let her sleep as long as she needs. Rudra, you have the council meeting at ten?"

Rudra nodded, though his mind was already calculating how quickly he could finish his royal duties to return to the chamber

The atmosphere in the hall shifted from formal to warm as the family gathered around the new King. Despite the crown, the dynamics remained rooted in deep-seated love and the sharp wit shared between the men.

Siya Maa stepped into the circle, her brow furrowed with maternal worry. "But Rudra, has she even eaten anything? She barely touched her dinner last night because of all the guests and rituals."

Rudra bent down with practiced grace, his **6'3" frame** dipping low to touch her feet in a gesture of pure respect. "We had breakfast in the room, Maa. Don't worry, she's well-fed and resting now," he rumbled, his voice carrying a subtle, private satisfaction that only the "punctual boys" seemed to catch.

Maa placed a hand on his head, her eyes twinkling. "Jete raho... and keep my bahu happy. She is the soul of this palace."

Rudra's father, Ram Singh Rathore, let out a booming laugh from the head of the table. "Don't worry, Siya. He'll keep her happy. He's my son-he takes after me when it comes to keeping his wife on her toes!"

The hall erupted in laughter, the tension of the previous days finally dissolving into genuine family banter.

**Krishiv**, leaning against a marble pillar with his usual dangerous elegance, cleared his throat. "Now that the crown is firmly on your head, Rudra, I think it's time Chavvi and I headed back. The shadows don't manage themselves."

"Krishiv bhai, stay for a few more days, yarr!" **Jay** chimed in, leaning back in his chair with the relaxed air of a football player off-season. "The party is just getting started."

Krishiv shook his head, a rare, small smile tugging at his lips. "I can't. My work doesn't have holidays. Besides, **Chavvi** is a doctor; she's already pushing her leave limits to be here for Ishita."

Rudra stood up, his **ocean-blue eyes** locking onto his friend's. The room went slightly quieter. "I won't stop you from leaving, Krishiv, but Chavvi looked exhausted last night after helping Ishita. Go tomorrow. Rest today, let the women spend one last morning together."

Bebe nodded firmly, her bangles clinking. "Haa, haa, kal chale jana. No one leaves the Rathore palace on an empty stomach or a tired mind."

Krishiv opened his mouth to argue-he wasn't a man who took orders easily-but he caught the specific, razor-sharp intensity in Rudra's gaze. It wasn't a request for a guest; it was the silent look of a brother-in-arms who had a "business" matter that couldn't be discussed in front of the elders.

Rudra's look said it all: *We need to talk

Krishiv's posture shifted slightly, the Mafia King recognizing the King of Rajasthan's unspoken signal. "Fine," Krishiv said smoothly, adjusting his jacket. "One more night. But I expect the good scotch tonight, Rudra."

"Done," Rudra replied, a dark smirk playing on his lips.

As the family continued their breakfast chatter, the two men shared a heavy, knowing silence. The celebration was over; now, it was time to handle the enemies who had dared to tear Ishita and Rudra apart three years ago.

The atmosphere in the grand study was thick with the scent of old leather, expensive tobacco, and the unspoken weight of a crown that felt heavier than gold. Outside, the palace was celebrating, but inside these four walls, the air was cold.

Before the "business" began, the council meeting had been a display of Rudra's new authority. As Ram, Lakhan, and Akshat gathered their files, Rudra noticed Mohan Sharma standing back, hesitant.

"Papa, come. Why are you sitting there?" Rudra asked, his voice firm yet respectful.

Mohan managed a shy smile, adjusting his spectacles. "Beta, what will I do there? I am a simple man... I don't know all those things about statecraft and global business."

"Still, come," Rudra insisted. He didn't just want a council; he wanted his family. Ram Singh Rathore clapped Mohan on the shoulder with a booming laugh. "Listen to the King, Mohan ji! Join us. Your wisdom is as important as our strategy.

Once the formal meeting ended, Rudra slipped away. He entered his private study, where the shadows seemed to linger longer. **Krishiv** was already there, leaning against the heavy mahogany desk, looking like the Mafia King he was.

"Kya hua, bhai?" Krishiv asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Rudra walked to the window, looking out over the vast expanse of Rajasthan he now ruled. His **6'3" muscular frame** blocked out the light.

"As you know... everyone knows now. The whole world knows that me and Ishi are King and Queen. The spotlight is blinding, Krishiv. And with that light, the danger is more."

Rudra turned, his **ocean-blue eyes** icy and sharp. "When we were in a hidden relationship, I was blackmailed. I was forced to leave her, to tear my own heart out for three years just to keep her breathing. Jab hamare bare mein koi nahi jaanta tha, tab mujhe use chodna pada tha (When no one knew about us, I had to leave her). Ab toh sab jaante hain (Now everyone knows).

Rudra slammed his hand onto the desk, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "I can't take that risk again. Not with her. Not with our families."

"I want a ironclad security perimeter around everyone. Both the Rathore and Sharma families. I want eyes on Veer, Shiv, and even you, Krishiv."

"I don't care about the cost. I want the most advanced surveillance, the most loyal guards. If a shadow moves near Ishita or any of our people, I want to know about it before it even touches the ground."

"I faced those three years of hell once. I won't face them again. This time, if someone tries to blackmail me or touch my Janna, I won't leave her... I'll burn the world down to find them."

Krishiv straightened up, his dark eyes reflecting Rudra's intensity. He didn't offer platitudes; he offered a grim nod of agreement. "You have my men and my resources, Rudra. Between the King's army and the Mafia's shadows, we'll make sure no one breathes the same air as them without our permission."

Rudra thought about the royal chambers where Ishita was still sleeping in his shirt. The war wasn't over; he was just making sure the fortress was impenetrable.

The heavy atmosphere of the study shifted as the heavy oak doors swung open. **Veer** and **Shiv** walked in, looking a bit more rested than the "punctual boys" downstairs, but their sharp eyes immediately caught the tension radiating off Rudra and Krishiv.

"Kya ho raha hai?" Veer asked, his voice steady as he noted the grim expressions on his friends' faces.

Krishiv, ever the dark cynic, didn't even look up from the desk. "Tum so lo pehle, baad mein baat karte hain," he muttered, his tone dripping with his usual dry sarcasm.

Veer straightened up instantly, his playful demeanor vanishing. He knew that tone. "Serious hai kya?"

Shiv, trying to lighten the mood but failing to hide his own concern, let out a huff. "Ye dono toh har cheez ko seriously lete hain, yaar. Life is a mission for them." He turned toward Rudra, leaning against the doorframe.

Rudra didn't crack a smile. His **ocean-blue eyes** remained fixed on the security monitors flickering on his wall. "Tu nahi samjhega, Shiv. Teri shaadi nahi hui na... but you should take this seriously."

Shiv groaned, clutching his chest dramatically. "Ab tu dukhti rag par haath rakh raha hai (Now you're rubbing salt in the wound)."

Krishiv didn't miss a beat. "Nahi, namak chidak raha hai (No, he's sprinkling salt on it)."

The room went quiet for a heartbeat as the banter died down. Rudra turned to face them fully, his **6'3" muscular frame** casting a long shadow over the mahogany floor.

"Enough joking," Rudra commanded, his voice dropping into that cold, Kingly register. "Shiv, you haven't faced what I faced three years ago. I lost her once because I was playing by the rules and trying to hide. Now, the whole world knows Ishita is my Queen. The Rathor and Sharma families are targets."

He looked at Veer, then at Shiv. "I'm putting an iron perimeter around everyone. Aditi, Chavvi, tanya .. even you two. I won't let anything happen to anyone. If anyone even thinks about blackmailing us again, I want them erased before they can finish the sentence."

Veer nodded, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. "We're with you, Rudra. I will inform security team to already syncing with your palace guards. No one touches the family."

🔥 Author’s Note: The King is officially on duty! 🔥

Wow, the transition in this chapter gave me whiplash in the best way! We started with that absolutely SHAMELESS pool session (Rudra mocking Ishita's moans? I’m dying! 😂) and ended with the most intense security meeting ever.

It’s so clear that Rudra is never going to let history repeat itself. After three years of pain and blackmail, he’s turning Rajasthan into a fortress for his Ishita. I love the bond between Rudra, Krishiv,

and the boys—they might joke around, but when it comes to "Bhabhi" and the family, they are lethal.

Also, can we appreciate Rudra putting Ishita in his oversized shirt? My heart melted! 🫠 Do you think the enemies are already watching, or is Rudra just being extra cautious? Let me know your theories in the comments! 👇🏰✨