Her innocent king

Ch-26✧"All Yours"

The soft golden light of Santorini spilled into the villa, brushing over the white sheets and the quiet calm of the bedroom. Siya was the first to stir, blinking awake with the gentle warmth of the morning sun.

She tried to sit up but a strong arm snaked around her waist, holding her firmly against a chest that was already awake, already aware of her

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she turned her head and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. Her eyes traced every line of her husband’s face, and her heart skipped.

Ruhaan, sensing her gaze, tensed his body responding instinctively. There was a wild, protective heat in him, a hunger that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with her.

Siya’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering to herself with a little laugh

“Kitna hot hai mer patiii… ho viii kyu na mafia queen ka pati hai.”
[“How hot is my husband… of course, he is the husband of a mafia queen.”]

A low, husky voice broke her reverie.

“Nind mein pati ka fyada uthana galat baat hai, Biwiw jiii,” Ruhaan murmured, the edge in his tone barely masking his amusement.
[“Taking advantage of your husband while he’s asleep is wrong, my wife.”]

Siya arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in her dark eyes.

“Yesha kya… par meine toh kabhi nahi suna ki pati ka fyada nahi utha sakte,” she whispered, brushing her fingers across his chest.
[“Oh really… but I’ve never heard that a wife cannot take advantage of her husband.”]

Before she could tease him further, Ruhaan flipped her effortlessly, now hovering above her. His hands framed her face as his lips brushed her forehead in a soft, possessive gesture.

“Good morning, my queen,” he said, voice low and commanding, “aur aap mere fyada utha skati hai… aapko chut haiii.”
[“Good morning, my queen… and you can take advantage of me… you’re allowed.”]

Siya’s lips curved into a satisfied, playful smile. She tilted her head up, pecking him lightly..

“Good morning, my king,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

And then their lips met, deep, lingering, and hungry a kiss that carried all the passion of their love, all the fire that crackled between them. Fingers tangled in hair, breaths mingled, and the world outside ceased to exist.

For that morning, for that stolen moment, Siya and Ruhaan were not just a mafia queen and her husband.

They were fire and calm, passion and tenderness, a storm wrapped in sunlight and silk sheets.

And as their kiss deepened, the villa held only their heat, their laughter, and the promise of a day that would be just as electrifying as the night before.

The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, painting the villa bedroom in soft shades of gold. Siya stirred first, stretching lazily, her dark hair cascading like silk over her shoulders.

She slipped into a white sundress light, flowy, and effortlessly beautiful. Ruhaan was already up, leaning against the balcony door in a crisp navy shirt and jeans. His eyes, warm and tender, never left her.

There was something about the way he looked at her, as though she were the only reason the world kept spinning.
Today wasn’t just any day.

It was theirs a day of wandering through Athens with their sprawling, noisy, loving family. Yet, every second felt as if it belonged only to Siya and Ruhaan.