Her innocent king

Ch- 14✧"Mine, Only Mine"

The air between them grew heavy, so intoxicatingly close that their breaths mingled into one. Siya’s lashes fluttered, and Ruhaan’s hand almost trembled as if the pull between them was stronger than their will. They were on the verge of losing themselves completely hearts racing, self-control slipping like sand through clenched fists.

But then

A sudden, sharp knock rattled against the door, shattering the fragile moment into pieces. Both of them flinched, their eyes snapping open, meeting each other’s gaze in stunned silence before laughter escaped their lips. Still breathless, they leaned into each other, hugging tightly as if trying to hide the intensity of what almost happened.

They pulled apart quickly. Ruhaan hurriedly slipped on his hoodie, while Siya scrambled to hide the broken guitar at the closet area. She smoothed her messy clothes, cheeks still flushed with crimson warmth.

The knocking grew more impatient. Ruhaan reached for the door handle, but Siya caught his wrist, stopping him. Her eyes sparkled mischievously despite her disheveled state.

“At least wipe your lips first, my not-so-innocent husband,” she whispered, her voice laced with both teasing and affection.

Before he could protest, Siya leaned closer and quickly wiped the corner of his lips where the smudge of her lipstick still lingered. Ruhaan smirked faintly at her boldness, but the door creaked open before he could say a word.

Standing there was Rahil, irritation painted across his face as though he had been fighting with the door itself, yaar mere komal haath kab se darwaza pit rahe the, ab kitni der baad darwaza khola!” Rahil complained, dramatically showing his reddened knuckles.
[Sister, my delicate hands have been banging on this door for so long, and you finally opened it after ages!]

Siya rolled her eyes, hands on her hips.
“Haan toh kyun pit raha tha? Jaake apna haath locker mein safely rakh le!” she shot back, her sarcasm sharp as always.
[Yeah, so why were you banging it? Go keep your precious hands safely in a locker  instead!]

Rahil frowned, scratching his head in confusion. “Par dii, uske liye haath katna padega. Main bina haathon ke bathroom kaise jaaunga?” he said, thinking so deeply as if it was the world’s greatest riddle.
[But sister, for that I need to cut my hands. How else will I go to the bathroom without them?]

Ruhaan couldn’t help it he burst into laughter at Rahil’s ridiculous logic. But the laugh died in his throat the very moment Siya’s sharp glare cut in his direction. His lips immediately pressed into a tight line, like a guilty schoolboy caught misbehaving.

“Chiii! Tere naam sahi rakha hai Maamu ne bilkul hila hua hai tu, Rahil,” Siya muttered, exasperated yet unable to hide her fondness.
[Ugh! Uncle gave you the right name you really are completely messed up, Rahil.]

Rahil only grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck, while Ruhaan silently prayed not to laugh again under Siya’s fiery gaze.

Rahil’s tiny fingers clutched Ruhaan’s hand tightly.
“Jijuu aap chalooo mere saath,” he demanded, dragging Ruhaan outside with his innocent stubbornness.
[“Brother-in-law, you come with me!”]

Siya couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Before stepping out, she quickly placed an order for a guitar for her husband and then gracefully moved downstairs.

The kitchen scene was chaotic. All the men were busy inside, experimenting with cooking. Of course, the women didn’t know how to cook… but as Siya often teased, they knew very well how to cook their husbands.

“Maa, seee! Nani gave me chocolate!” Ishvik ran to Siya, proudly showing off his little treasure.

“Aww, don’t eat too much,” Siya warned softly, brushing his cheek.
[“Aww, don’t eat too much, sweetheart.”]