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Siya pressed the phone to her ear, her tone clipped yet calm, dripping with authority as if the world moved at her command.
"Yaa. I am coming office... Make my schedule," she spoke smoothly to her PA, her words carrying the weight of a woman used to being obeyed.
But before she could even take a breath, a hand shot out firm, commanding, and undeniably possessive.
Ruhaan snatched the phone from her delicate grip, his fingers brushing against her skin like a warning. Without hesitation, he brought it to his ear, his eyes narrowing with that dangerous spark that always made Siya's heart race.
"Madam nahi aarahi office," he said in a low, resolute tone, his voice laced with an authority that brooked no argument. Then, without another word, he cut the call.
[Madam isn't coming to the office.]
Siya's eyes instantly narrowed, her lips curling into a sharp smirk. A retort, sharp as a dagger, danced on her tongue.
"Aap kuch jaada bossy nahiii hogaye hai indino..." she challenged, her voice carrying both mockery and a dangerously playful edge.
[You've become a bit too bossy these days...]
Ruhaan leaned closer, his gaze smoldering, as if daring her to test him further.
"Aur aap kuch jaada careless... nahi hogayii haiii indino," he shot back, his voice deeper now, threaded with a sliver of anger.
[And you haven't become a bit too careless these days?]
The air between them crackled, alive with both tension and heat. Siya's lips curved into a smile that was both regal and reckless. She took a step closer, her chin tilting upward with the pride of a Queen.
"Bhuliye mat... mein mafia queen huuu, kuch bhi kar saktiii huuu," she whispered, her soft voice dripping with threat, like velvet hiding a blade.
[Don't forget, I am the Mafia Queen. I can do anything.]
A low, dangerous rumble left Ruhaan's chest, his expression darkening as he closed the distance between them, his breath fanning over her lips.
"Aur aap bhi mat bhuliye... mein aapka pati hoon. Kuch bhi kar sakta hu," he countered, his words heavy with possessive claim.
[And you also don't forget, I am your husband. I can do anything.]
A moment of charged silence lingered thick, suffocating, intoxicating. It was a battle of dominance, but also a dance of desire.
Finally, Siya sighed dramatically, her hand falling lazily over his shoulder, softening the tension. Her tone shifted, playful once again.
"Aacha... Ruuuuh sah, mein bore ho rahi hu aur aap aaj interview pe jaa rahe haiii," she complained, almost like a spoiled child, though her eyes still sparkled like the Queen she was.
[Okay, Ruhaan, I am so bored and you are going for an interview today.]
He wrapped her in his arms, burying his face deep into her hair, inhaling the intoxicating sweetness of her scent. His voice was muffled, his refusal stubborn.
"I am not going anywhere."
But Siya pushed him back, her hands firm on his chest, her gaze turning sharp once more.
"Aap jaayengee... yaa mein aapko ghar se dhakke maar ke bhejuuu," she warned coldly, her voice no longer playful but edged with steel.
[Will you go, or should I push you out of the house?]
Ruhaan widened his eyes in mock innocence, his lips curving into an almost boyish pout.
"Squirrel yaar... tum pehli biwi ho jo apne pati ko ghar se bhejne pe... itni khush rehti hooo," he whined, his tone drenched in fake grievance.
[Squirrel, you're the first wife who's so eager to send her husband out of the house.]
Her heart softened despite herself. Slowly, she lifted her hands to cup his face, making him look directly into her eyes. Her tone was no longer teasing it was steady, serious, heartfelt.
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