Page 237 of One Hellish Love

“The bedroom’s upstairs,” he whispered against her ear.

Before she could respond, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her up the stairs to make love and more love.

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Two Days Later…

They stood together before the Eiffel Tower, its towering presence casting a spell over them both.

“It’s magnificent,” Kashish whispered feeling awed of the tower.

Rudra couldn’t take his eyes off her, though. As she admired the view, he kept capturing moments, his camera clicking away. When she realized what he was doing, she pulled him close and took a few selfies, her laughter filling the air.

“Give me some expressions, Mr. Raheja,” she teased, as she tried to take another picture.

“You want expressions?” he murmured, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek just as she clicked the camera again. “I’m only expressive when I’m romantic.”

She giggled, the moment feeling utterly perfect.

For the next two days, Rudra made sure to show her every hidden gem and iconic spot in Paris. They dined at luxurious restaurants, indulging in exquisite French cuisine, but also tasted the vibrant street food, experiencing both sides of the city’s culture. They wandered through the opera houses, explored museums, and marveled at the grand monuments.Paris unfolded before Kashish like a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

“You’ve shown me an entirely new world,” she whispered one evening, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

“Stop flattering me, Mrs. Raheja,” Rudra smirked.

She reached up, touching his face. “This stubble is getting spiky,” she muttered, rubbing her hand over his jaw.

“You don’t like it spiky?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I do,” she admitted, blushing. “But it pricks,” she added with a playful pout.

Rudra chuckled, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. “Consider it trimmed,” he promised, flashing her a smile before dragging her back to their car, ready to head home.

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The next morning, Kashish woke up to find the bed empty beside her. Groaning lazily, she called out, “Rudra… come back.”

When there was no response, she got up, slipping on her slippers. The faint sound of a guitar playing softly drifted through the air. Curious, she followed the music to the living room, where she found him sitting on a recliner, completely lost in the melody he was playing. He looked so effortless, so serene as his fingers moved across the strings. The notes were gentle, soothing, and filled the room with warmth.

Kashish stood at the doorway, leaning against the wall, simply watching him. Something stirred deep within her as she admired this new side of him, and she couldn’t resist walking over to him. Wrapping her arms around him from behind, she pressed a soft kiss to his jawline.

“You play beautifully,” she whispered.

Rudra grinned, still holding the guitar.

“I thought you hated when I played?”

Kashish frowned, shaking her head.

“I pretended to hate it,” she admitted.

He turned her around, pulling her to sit between his legs.

“Want to learn?” he asked, placing the guitar on her lap.

She nodded, excitedly. Rudra guided her hands over the strings, and together, they played a soft, romantic tune. Neither of them realized when the music shifted into something deeper, more passionate, until they found themselves back in their bedroom once again, lost in each other.

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