💖 Ishita's Perspective

After the massive royal lunch layout wrapped up, Rudra headed back upstairs to our bedroom to catch up on the corporate files he had completely sidelined during the Singhania drama. I stayed downstairs in the living room for a while, sinking into the plush cushions with Dhristi. We ended up lost in conversation, laughing over everything from Krish’s latest adorable toddlers' antics to her college lecture schedules and some upcoming fashion sketches Reet had sent over.

By the time I finally made my way up the grand marble staircase, the quiet luxury of our private floor enveloped me.

I pushed the heavy bedroom door open softly. The room was bathed in the warm afternoon light filtering through the sheer drapes. Rudra was sitting back against the grand upholstered headboard of our king-sized bed, his long legs stretched out, his laptop resting flat against his thighs. He had thrown off his formal vest, and his grey shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp line of his collarbones.

Before I even took a step into the room, I paused by the door, narrowing my brown eyes as I looked at him very carefully.

*Priority check: making absolutely sure he isn't on an international video call.* After the morning's intense corporate showdown, the last thing I wanted was to accidentally debut my lazy afternoon lounging routine to the foreign ministry or the board of directors.

I tracked his movements. He was typing with one hand, his thumb scrolling through a legal brief, his phone lying face down on the nightstand. His bluetooth earpiece wasn't in his ear, and his eyes were darting across text documents, not a grid of faces.

Finally, entirely satisfied that the King was completely offline from his corporate court, a soft smile broke across my face.

I enter the room quickly shut the door and run to bed

I kicked off my house slippers and climbed onto the mattress. Like a quiet, pampered kitten, I crawled across the soft sheets straight toward his muscular frame . I didn't care that he was reviewing multi-crore infrastructure data; I wanted my husband.

Sensing my approach, Rudra immediately closed his laptop halfway, setting it onto the nightstand without a single second of hesitation.

I crawled right into his personal space, turning myself around so my back was pressed flat against his solid chest. I snuggled down, burying my face into the crook of his warm neck, my long curly hair spilling over his arm as I completely wrapped myself around him like a baby. My red bridal *chooda* jingled softly against his skin as I hooked my arm over his broad chest, pulling myself as close as humanly possible.

Rudra let out a deep, gravelly chuckle that vibrated right through my spine. His massive, warm arms instantly locked around my waist, pulling me securely against him, anchoring me to his chest. He buried his face into my hair, taking a deep, possessive breath of my scent.

"Finished gossiping downstairs, Janna?" he rumbled softly into my ear, his large hand gently stroking my arm as I rested completely submissive in his embrace, enjoying every single second of being his absolute baby.

I let out a soft, contented "hmm," nodding my head against his broad chest as I snuggled even deeper into his warmth.

With his laptop pushed aside and his full, undivided attention entirely on me, a sudden wave of affection washed over me. I didn't know what it was—maybe it was the quiet comfort of our bedroom, the lingering adrenaline from earlier, or just the absolute safety of being held in his massive arms—but I was suddenly feeling incredibly clingy, sweet, and entirely in a baby-romantic mood.

I tilted my head back against his shoulder, looking up at his flawless, Greek-god-type face from this angle. His usually sharp, intimidating features looked completely different right now. His deep, intense ocean-blue eyes were incredibly soft as he looked down at me, and with his hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it all afternoon, he looked... unbelievably cute.

*The ruthless, cold-hearted King of Rajasthan, looking cute.* If anyone else in the state heard me say that, they'd think I was crazy, but right now, looking at my husband, it was the absolute truth.

A beautiful smile broke across my face. I pulled myself up slightly, my red bridal *chooda* jingling softly as I leaned in and pressed a sweet, lingering kiss right onto his stubble-lined cheek.

Rudra’s arms tightened around my waist instantly, pulling me so close that there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between us. A dark, devastatingly handsome smirk played on his lips, his eyes darkening with that deep, obsessive adoration that always made my heart skip a beat.

"What is this sudden affection, Janna? Hmm?" he rumbled, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly whisper that vibrated right against my skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my forehead as he caught onto my playful, baby mood. "Not that I'm complaining, but my fierce Queen seems to have turned into an incredibly needy little kitten."

I giggled softly, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck and burying my face back into his chest to hide my blushing cheeks. "I'm not a needy kitten, Ru. I'm your Queen, remember? I just decided to claim my royal privileges."

"Is that so?" Rudra rumbled, his deep, rough baritone vibrating beautifully against my ear.

He didn't hesitate for a single second. With one swift, effortless movement of his muscular arms, he shifted my  figure** so I was lying flat on the plush mattress, his massive frame instantly hovering over me like a protective, possessive shadow. He leaned down, placing his forearms on either side of my head, locking me beneath him. His stunning ocean-blue eyes burned into mine with so much unbridled love it made my breath hitch.

"Then by all means, Janna... claim whatever you want," he whispered against my lips, his thumb reaching out to gently trace my jawline, lingering right over my new moles. "Everything I have, everything I am—it’s all yours anyway."

I looked up at him, my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. He looked so devastatingly handsome with his hair falling slightly over his forehead, completely devoid of that cold, ruthless armor he wore for the rest of the world. Right here, in the quiet safety of our room, he was just my Ru.

"You look really cute today, you know?" I murmured softly, my fingers reaching up to playfully ruffle his messy hair.

Rudra let out a low, dark chuckle, a rare, genuine smile breaking across his face. "Cute? The entire business world shakes when I enter a boardroom, Janna, and my wife thinks I look *cute*?"

"Because you do," I insisted, tilting my chin up and pressing a sweet, playful kiss right on the tip of his nose, making his eyes soften even more. "The King might be terrifying to everyone else, but to me, he's just my sweet, cooperative husband who listens to all my complaints."

"Only for you, Ishi. Only for you," he vowed into the space between us, his tone dropping into that raw, deeply emotional register that always made me melt.

He leaned down completely, capturing my lips in a slow, deeply romantic, and worshipful kiss. His hands tangled into my long curly hair, holding me with a gentle intensity that told me exactly how obsessed he was with me. I kissed him back just as sweetly, my red *chooda* jingling softly against his shoulders as I pulled him closer, completely lost in our own little world, far away from corporate shares, palaces, and the rest of the state.

We finally broke the long, breathless kiss, but our lips didn't stray far. I kept leaning up, pressing sweet, playful little pecks against his lips, his jaw, and the corner of his mouth, my red bridal *chooda* jingling softly against his shoulders.

"Okay, stop distracting me," I whispered against his lips, pulling back just an inch, my brown eyes locking onto his ocean-blue ones. "When are you taking me out? I really want to see Rajasthan, Ru. You promised under the dining table, remember?"

Rudra’s lips twitched. He slowly pulled back, propping himself up on one forearm as he looked down at me, his handsome face suddenly washing over with an expression of deep, exaggerated concentration. He acted like he was genuinely calculating his high-stakes corporate calendar.

I waited, my bottom lip pouted out slightly, watching him expectantly.

"Well, let's see, Janna," Rudra began, his deep baritone dripping with an overly serious, professional tone. "Monday mornings are the international trade alignment meetings from 4:00 AM. Monday afternoon is the Eternity board review. Tuesday is the regional palace court hearing, followed by the state infrastructure council..."

He kept going. He literally started counting his hours out loud, listing off foreign investors, land acquisition files, budget approvals, and midnight strategy calls. By the time he hit Thursday, he had mathematically accounted for every single hour of the week.

"...and then Sunday night is my scheduled review of the global market trends. So, technically, I am completely occupied twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week," he concluded with a flawlessly straight face.

I rolled my eyes, huffing out a breath as I shoved his chest. "Ru! Don't tease me!"

"I am not teasing, Queen. The King's schedule is a matter of state security," he countered smoothly.

With a dark, amused chuckle, he shifted his weight and lay flat on his back beside me on the plush mattress, crossing his arms behind his head. His grey shirt pulled tight against his muscular chest, but he didn't stop. He kept going, listing off hypothetical Friday night emergencies just to stretch the joke.

I turned onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow. My long, curly hair fell over my shoulder as I looked down at his face, my eyes narrowed in a mix of amusement and disbelief. He was staring at the ceiling, completely deadpan, but the subtle, wicked glint in his ocean-blue eyes gave him away entirely. He was doing this intentionally, testing my patience just to see how long I'd tolerate his corporate acting.

"And of course, Saturday morning is the biometric audit update with Laksh..." he continued dryly.

*Thwack!*

I brought my hand down, hitting him right on his firm, muscular chest. "Shut up, Ru! You are a terrible liar when you want to be!"

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The sharp *thwack* of her small hand hitting my chest didn't hurt in the slightest—if anything, it only made the dark, deeply satisfied chuckle rumble louder in my throat. I didn't even flinch. I just lay there flat on my back, thoroughly enjoying the view of my beautiful wife propped up on her elbow, her brown eyes blazing with that fierce, adorable mock-fury.

When she realized my list of "emergencies" wasn't ending, her hand dropped back onto my chest, and her lips immediately pushed out into a deep, exaggerated pout.

God, she looked entirely too tempting. The wine georgette saree was slightly crumpled beneath her, her long curls cascading over her shoulder, and that pout... it was a direct threat to my sanity. I could handle the most ruthless corporate takeovers in the world, but a single pout from Ishita Sharma completely brought the King of Rajasthan to his knees.

I finally stopped my deadpan monologue. Slow as a predator, I slid my arms out from behind my head and turned onto my side, matching her posture. I propped my head up on my hand, my frame instantly towering over her petite figure, locking her under my heavy gaze.

"Okay, okay," I rumbled softly, my deep baritone dripping with pure, unadulterated adoration as my free hand reached out. My thumb gently rubbed the edge of her pouted bottom lip, coaxing her to look at me. "No more teasing, Janna."

"You're a mean husband, Ru," she mumbled, tilting her head away slightly, though her fingers were still tracing the buttons of my grey shirt. "Here I am, secretly wishing to see the sand dunes and the forts with you, and you're treating me like a board meeting appointment."

A slow, devastatingly handsome smirk spread across my face. I leaned in closer, my chest pressing against hers, the sharp jingle of her red *chooda* echoing in the quiet room.

"Do you really think I'd let a single file or a state minister stand in the way of something you want, Ishi?" I murmured, my voice dropping into that low, gravelly rasp meant only for her.

I slid my hand from her jaw down to her waist, pulling her flush against my body. "The moment you whispered that wish under the dining table, I had already sent a text to Laksh. The entire next week is being cleared. No video calls, no infrastructure reviews, no board meetings."

Ishita’s eyes widened, the pout instantly melting away as a brilliant, breathless spark of excitement lit up her face. "Wait... seriously? You cleared the whole week?"

"Every single hour," I promised, my ocean-blue eyes locked onto her face, watching her expression shift from annoyance to pure joy—my absolute favorite view in the world. "We are going to Jaisalmer first. Private camp in the deep desert, just the two of us. Then we'll head down to the old lakes in Udaipur. You can take all the pictures you want, shop at the local markets until your hands full, and I'll just be there to carry your bags."

Ishita let out a soft, ecstatic squeal, her arms instantly flying around my neck as she threw her weight into me, burying her face into my shoulder. "I knew it! You are the best, Patidev!"

"I better be," I chuckled, my arms wrapping securely around her slim waist, anchoring my baby to my chest as I breathed in the sweet scent of her hair. "Otherwise, my eighty-percent boss over here might actually fire me from my own kingdom."

A beautiful, melodic burst of laughter echoed through the quiet bedroom as Ishita threw her head back against the pillows, her whole body shaking against mine. The sheer joy on her face completely lit up the room, making my chest tighten with that familiar, possessive warmth.

"Oh ho! Yeh toh mein bilkul bhool hi gayi thi! (Oh ho! I completely forgot about that!)" she laughed loudly, her red bridal *chooda* jingling musically as she lightly smacked my shoulder.

She kept laughing for another minute, her brown eyes crinkling at the corners, thoroughly amused by the fact that she was technically my corporate boss.

"Next time mein pakka yaad rakhungi, (Next time I will definitely remember,)" she added, finally calming down to a wide, breathtaking smile. She leaned in closer, tapping her fingernail playfully against my chest, right over my heartbeat. "Aur agar mein bhool jaao toh aap mujhe yaad dila dena, Patidev! (And if I forget, you better remind me, Husband!)"

"I don't think I need to remind you, Janna," I rumbled, a slow, dark smirk playing on my lips as I caught her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist where her pulse was racing. "You handled eighty percent of the empire pretty flawlessly today."

Ishita sighed happily, rolling onto her back and staring up at the grand ceiling, a funny, slightly frustrated look suddenly washing over her features.

"You know, Ru..." she said, turning her head back to look at me, her expression turning totally relatable. "Jab puri ladai khatam ho jati hai na, tab mujhe main points yaad aate hain! (When the whole fight is completely over, *that's* when I remember the main points!)"

I let out a low, deeply amused chuckle, shifting closer to lean over her again, my ocean-blue eyes locked onto her face.

"Really?" I teased softly, my thumb tracing the soft curve of her jawline. "Because from where I was standing, you dismantled a multi-millionaire investor, protected Papa's health, and completely took over the boardroom without missing a single beat. What else could you possibly have wanted to say?"

"I should have told him that his shoes looked cheap too," she muttered with a completely straight face, making me burst into a rare, loud laugh. "He was being so arrogant about his status, I should have targeted his footwear."

"Remind me never to get on your bad side, Queen," I murmured, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead, utterly captivated by my fierce, beautiful, and delightfully chaotic wife.

I looked down at her, my ocean-blue eyes tracking the fierce, demanding little line that had just formed between her eyebrows. She had stopped laughing, turning completely serious again as she set down her conditions for this trip.

"Then when we go, you will not work," she commanded, pointing a finger wrapped in her red *chooda* straight at my nose. "You will spend every single second of your time with me. No work talk, no business calls, and absolutely no texting Laksh Bhaiya. At all."

I stared at her for a silent second, my jaw tightening as a wave of intense, possessive adoration hit me. The way she tried to boss me around, completely forgetting that the rest of the world shook at my name, was the most intoxicating thing in the world.

"No texting Laksh?" I rumbled, my voice dropping into a low, gravelly whisper as I leaned down an inch closer, my lips brushing the edge of her jawline. "That's a very harsh punishment for a King, Janna. Who's going to handle the state updates?"

"I don't care about the state updates for one week, Ru," she insisted, her hands coming up to grip my collar, pulling me down so I had to look into her stubborn brown eyes. "If I find you sneaking a glance at your phone while we are in the sand dunes, I will personally throw it into the desert. I mean it."

A dark, deeply amused chuckle vibrated through my chest. I caught her hands, unlocking her fingers from my shirt and pinning them gently against the mattress above her head, completely dominating her petite frame.

"Deal," I murmured, my eyes locking onto her lips. "The phone stays in the palace safe. No corporate files, no state ministry briefings, and Laksh can officially pretend I don't exist for seven days. Just you and me, Ishi."

A beautiful, triumphant smile broke across her face, her chest heaving slightly against mine. "Promise?"

"I promise over my heartbeat, Queen," I vowed, leaning down to seal the deal with a slow, lingering peck on her lips that left both of us breathless. "For one whole week, Rudra Singh Rathore belongs exclusively to his wife. Now, are you satisfied, or does the minority shareholder have any more demands for the King?"

With her hands securely pinned against the plush mattress above her head, she was completely at my mercy. The soft jingle of her red *chooda* subsided into a quiet, rhythmic hum as she stopped moving, her chest rising and falling rapidly against mine.

My frame cast a heavy, possessive shadow over her slim figure**, locking her into the bed. I didn't tighten my grip to hurt her; I just held her wrists firmly enough to let her feel the absolute weight of my dominance. My ocean-blue eyes  burned with a dark, obsessive heat as I looked down at her flushed face, her long curly hair fanning out like a dark halo over our silk pillows.

"No more demands, Ru," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly with a sudden, breathless vulnerability. Her brown eyes were wide, melting from that playful banter into pure, sweet surrender. "Just... you."

"Good," I rumbled, my deep, gravelly baritone vibrating directly against her skin.

I leaned down slowly, letting the heat of my body completely envelope hers. I released her wrists, but she didn't move them. Instead, her hands instinctively slid down to wrap tightly around my neck, her fingers tangling into my hair, pulling me closer.

I shifted my focus to her face, my lips trailing a path of slow, burning kisses down her temple, past her cheek, and straight to her jawline. I lingered there, my stubble brushing softly against her sensitive skin as I found the small, dark moles that I had become entirely obsessed with. I kissed each one of them with a slow, worshipful intensity, making a quiet, breathless gasp escape her lips.

"Ru..." she murmured, her grip on my shoulders tightening as she tilted her head back, giving me complete access.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are when you're commanding my world, Janna," I whispered against her neck, my hand sliding down to trace the curves of her waist over the smooth wine georgette saree. "Every single thing about you belongs to me. This anger, this smile, this sweetness... it's all mine."

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, my thumb gently sweeping across her bottom lip. The ruthless, cold prince of Rajasthan was entirely gone, replaced by the man who was completely, helplessly enslaved by the woman beneath him.

I leaned down and captured her lips again, but this time, the kiss wasn't just sweet—it was deep, passionate, and heavy with the promise of the future we were building. I held her as if she were my entire universe, because in reality, she was.

For the next four days, the bedroom was filled with a quiet, mutual understanding. Ishita kept her promise flawlessly. She didn't disturb me once, completely giving me the space I needed to clear my corporate calendar. She knew exactly what I was doing—pulling eighteen-hour workdays, draining coffee cups with Akshat and Laksh, and aggressively wrapping up state clearances so that when our week arrived, my mind would belong entirely to her.

Our routine during those four grueling days became a silent, beautifully intimate rhythm.

Every single morning, before I stepped out of our bedroom in my crisp, tailored three-piece suits, Ishita would walk up to me. Still half-asleep, her long curly hair beautifully messy and her eyes groggy, she would wrap her arms around my neck. The sharp, familiar jingle of her red *chooda* would break the early morning silence as she leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed a sweet, lingering peck right on my lips or my stubble-lined cheek.

"Work hard, Patidev. Clear everything," she would whisper against my skin, her voice thick with sleep.

"Everything, Janna," I would rumble back, holding her tight against my chest for just a few seconds to fuel myself for the day before heading out to the boardroom.

And every night, by the time my heavy footsteps echoed down the royal corridor and I pushed open our bedroom door, the moon would be high over the Rajasthan sky. I would enter completely exhausted, my tie loosened and my blazer slung over my shoulder, carrying the weight of two empires on my back. But the moment my ocean-blue eyes landed on the bed, the exhaustion would instantly vanish.

She would be waiting for me, reading a book or scrolling through her design layouts, completely transforming my cold palace room into a home.

On the fourth night, I walked in and shut the door behind me with a soft, definitive click. I shrugged off my waistcoat, unbuttoning the first three buttons of my grey shirt as I walked straight toward the bed where my beautiful wife was looking up at me, a knowing, expectant smile growing on her face.

"It's done, Queen," I rumbled, my voice deep and raw with fatigue but laced with a dark, triumphant satisfaction. "Every file is signed. Every meeting is cleared. Laksh has officially been told to block my number."

She laughed and hug me and said I love you patidev ji And I hug her back

The next afternoon, the heavy oak doors of our royal suite finally opened, and the atmosphere in the private wing instantly filled with high-voltage excitement.

I stood by the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my taupe-brown, slim-fit button-up shirt. The fabric hugged my torso tightly, tucked into a pair of sharp, dark brown tailored trousers secured with a deep espresso leather belt. my luxury leather-strap watch was set—a look perfectly captured in But as polished as I looked, my attention was completely anchored on the reflection behind me.

Ishita was a vision. She was bouncing on her feets her brown eyes dancing with pure, unfiltered thrill. She had outdone herself for the first day of our tour.

She stepped into the light, her long curly hair elegantly pinned to cascade down one side, perfectly showcasing the breathtaking, heavy diamond-and-crystal *jhumkas* dangling from her ears. The earrings featured soft pink accent stones and delicate hanging pearls that brushed against her jawline, exactly like the ones in

Draped flawlessly around her **5'3" slim figure** was an ethereal, shimmering metallic pink organza saree. The fabric was semi-translucent, catching the afternoon sun with a high-fashion gloss, bordered by an intricate, sparkling mirror-and-beadwork trim that screamed royal elegance

"Ru, look!" she beamed, lifting her hand to show me her freshly done nails. They were styled into crisp coffin extensions with a flawless pink-and-white ombré gradient, topped with detailed 3D pink resin bows and miniature rhinestones

"Beautiful, Janna," I murmured, my deep baritone full of a rare warmth.

She giggled, stepping into a pair of jaw-dropping pink platform stiletto mules adorned with oversized, blinding rhinestone bows Despite the towering heels, she stood confidently, her red bridal *chooda* clinking rhythmically as she grabbed her sunglasses. Watching her overflow with such genuine, childlike happiness completely melted any remaining corporate tension inside me. If clearing my schedule for a week meant I got to see this smile every day, I would gladly let the world wait.

Looping my arm securely around her waist, we began our descent down the grand marble staircase into the main palace hall. But long before we reached the final landing, a barrage of loud, dramatic overlapping voices echoed up the atrium.

"Ahana, I swear to God, if you don't give me back my car keys right now, I'm going to hide your entire new winter jewelry collection design files!" Jay’s voice boomed across the marble floor.

"Touch my design layouts and you die, Jay!" Ahana snapped back fiercely, holding the key fob high above her head. "You took my customized bracelet yesterday for your media shoot and completely stretched out the links! Use your own sports cars!"

In the center of the lounge, Siya Maa was rubbing her temples, pacing back and forth as she tried to play the role of the exhausted peacemaker. "Arey, bas karo dono! (Stop it, you two!) You both are grown adults. Jay, leave her alone. Ahana, give him the keys, the servants are watching!"

Right on the plush velvet sofa, completely ignoring the sibling warfare, sat little Krish. The toddler was clapping his tiny hands, pointing his fingers at his uncle and aunt, laughing uncontrollably at the live entertainment.

The moment our footsteps hit the bottom landing, the entire hall went dead silent. Jay and Ahana froze mid-argument, their heads snapping toward us, while Siya Maa let out a massive sigh of relief at the arrival of the King and Queen.

"Bhai! Bhabhi!" Jay immediately whined, pivoting on his heel to face us. "Look at her! She's acting like she owns the royal garage!"

Ishita hid a laugh behind her beautifully manicured hand, her pink organza saree rustling as she stepped forward to handle the domestic court.

💖 Ishita's Perspective

I couldn't help but smile, the heavy diamonds of my *jhumkas* brushing against my jawline as I leaned into Rudra’s side. My pink organza saree rustled softly as I took a step forward, my red *chooda* jingling musically.

"Jay bhaiya, stop troubling her," I said playfully, raising my hand to show off my new bow-detailed nails. "And Ahana, give him the keys. We are trying to leave for our trip, and you two are distracting the King."

Little Krish let out another loud, adorable giggle from the sofa, waving his tiny hands at me.

Jay crossed his arms, looking at Rudra with an exaggerated pout. "Bhai, look at Bhabhi! She always sides with Ahana. Just because you two are going on a romantic getaway to Jaisalmer doesn't mean the rest of us have to suffer under her dictatorship!"

Rudra’s arm tightened around my waist, his deep, gravelly baritone vibrating against my shoulder. "Jay. Give it a rest. If I hear one more complaint about the garage before we hit the highway, I'm locking the keys to the sports cars in the palace vault myself."

Jay instantly shut his mouth, raising his hands in surrender, which made Ahana stick her tongue out at him triumphantly.

Siya Maa walked over to us, her tired expression instantly melting into absolute warmth as she looked at me. She adjusted the pallu of my saree affectionately. "You look beautiful, Ishi beta. Don't worry about these two. You both go, enjoy your time, and forget about the palace, the business, and the chaos for a week."

"Thank you, Maa," I murmured, leaning up to press a sweet kiss onto her cheek. "Please make sure Papa Ji takes his medicines on time while we are gone. No compromise on that."

"I will take care of him, don't worry," Maa promised with a knowing smile, glancing up at her son. "Rudra, take care of my daughter-in-law. And keep that phone switched off."

"Always, Maa," Rudra rumbled, his ocean-blue eyes looking down at me with that familiar, intense protectiveness.

He glanced over at the staff loading our final luxury leather bags into the sleek SUV parked in the grand courtyard. Turning back to me, the sharp line of his taupe shirt shifting over his broad chest, a slow, breathtaking smirk played on his lips.

"Ready to see the desert, Janna?" he whispered, his large hand sliding down to intertwine his fingers perfectly with mine.

I looked up at

my handsome husband, my heart fluttering wildly with an incredible wave of excitement. "More than ready, Ru. Let's go."