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This time I willl not upload until the target is not completed and also I am suffering from serve back head pain since 4 days. .
The air in Siya’s office still hummed with the electric aftermath of their passion, the heat of their bodies lingering like a secret shared only between them. The sleek mahogany desk, now slightly askew from their fervor, bore silent witness to the intensity of their connection.
Siya’s breath was still uneven, her lips tingling from the bruising kisses they’d exchanged, when a sharp knock at the door shattered the intimate bubble they’d created.
Her PA’s presence on the other side was a stark reminder of the world beyond their stolen moment.
Siya’s eyes snapped to Ruhaan’s, a silent understanding passing between them.
The Mafia Queen was back, her senses sharpening as she straightened, her fingers brushing against his chest one last time before reality intruded.
Ruhaan, still catching his breath, flashed her a roguish grin, his dark eyes glinting with a mix of adoration and mischief. He reached for her discarded shirt, his movements tender yet hurried, as if dressing her was an act of worship.
“Can’t have my queen looking anything less than perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing as he helped her slip the fabric back over her shoulders, his fingers lingering on her skin.
Siya’s lips curved into a smirk, but her heart fluttered at his touch, the warmth of his hands grounding her even as her pulse raced. She adjusted her shirt, smoothing it over her curves with the effortless grace of a woman who commanded every room she entered.
Ruhaan, meanwhile, tugged at the remnants of his torn shirt, trying to make himself presentable, though the fabric hung in tatters, exposing the sculpted lines of his chest. He moved toward the door, ready to answer the knock, but Siya’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with a possessive edge.
“Not like that, Ruh,” she said, her voice a sultry command, her eyes narrowing as she took in his bare torso.
“You’re not stepping out looking like you just walked out of my bed.”
Her gaze flicked to his neck, where a fresh, vivid hickey bloomed against his skin a mark of her claim, a reminder of the fire they’d just ignited.
Her lips twitched, a mix of pride and possessiveness flashing in her eyes. Mine, the mark seemed to declare, and she had no intention of letting anyone else see him so vulnerable.
Ruhaan raised an eyebrow, catching the glint in her gaze.
“Jealous, squirrel?” he teased, his voice a low rumble as he stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her jaw.
“You know this ” he gestured to the hickey, “ is all you.” His tone was playful, but the intensity in his eyes spoke of a deeper truth, a promise that he belonged to her in every way.
Siya rolled her eyes, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.
“Stay put,” she ordered, her tone firm but laced with affection. She strode to the door with the confidence of a queen, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
Opening it just a crack, she accepted the neatly folded shirt from her PA, her voice cool and professional as she dismissed them with a curt nod.
“Thank you. That’ll be all.” The door clicked shut, and she turned back to Ruhaan, the shirt dangling from her fingers like a prize.
Ruhaan leaned against the desk, his arms crossed, a lazy grin playing on his lips as he watched her approach.
“You’re spoiling me, you know,” he said, his voice dripping with mock innocence, though his eyes roamed over her with undisguised hunger.
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Her innocent king
Romance"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...
