"Her innocent King"
He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world.
She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet s...
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The next morning, Ruhaan stirred awake, the soft rays of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. His eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Siya, sprawled across his chest, sleeping soundly.
Her body was pressed against his, their bare skin touching in the most intimate way, a reminder of the night they had shared. A slow, tender smile curved his lips as he gazed at her peaceful face, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she breathed softly.
His hand, almost instinctively, began to trace gentle circles on her back, his fingers gliding over her smooth skin. The warmth of her body against his felt like home, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly she fit in his arms.
“Good morning, squirrel,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep and something deeper something that carried the weight of his love for her.
Siya stirred at the sound of his voice, her eyes fluttering open as she let out a soft, sleepy hum.
“Good morning, Ruh,” she mumbled, her voice still heavy with the remnants of sleep.
She shifted slightly, propping her chin on his chest, her eyes meeting his. The way he was looking at her intense, playful, and filled with adoration made her heart skip a beat.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, her tone teasing but curious, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.
Ruhaan’s lips curled into a mischievous, downright naughty smile, his eyes glinting with a spark of desire.
“I’m thinking about morning love-making… what do you say?” he said, winking at her, his voice dripping with playful intent.
Siya’s eyes widened, and she playfully swatted his chest. “Kitne besharm ho na aap, Ruh!” she exclaimed, her voice a mix of mock indignation and laughter. [How shameless are you, Ruh!]
“Haa toh, pati huu, besharm hona toh banta hai mera,” he retorted with a grin, his tone unapologetically cheeky as he rolled them over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath him. [Yes, I’m your husband, being shameless is my right!]
Before she could protest, his lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding, igniting a fire that hadn’t fully dimmed from the night before.
The kiss was deep, passionate, a silent promise of everything he felt for her. Siya melted into him, her hands finding their way to his hair, tugging gently as she returned his kiss with equal fervor.
His lips left hers, trailing a path of fire down her jaw, her neck, and lower still.
“You’re so beautiful, jaan,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion as he kissed her thighs, each touch reverent yet teasing.
