Page 187 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

Once they left, he looked at me again and leaned in to kiss me softly. My lips curved into a wide smile, and a faint blush bloomed on my cheeks.

“That’s it. Now you are officially my queen,” he said with a grin.

I giggled, and he reached forward to break the food into bites for us. We fed each other, talked about everything and nothing, just stared at each other like time had slowed down for us. Somehow, the pain of my period was lighter this time. Maybe it was his presence, perhaps the peace.

After finishing, he stood up to place the plate on the table, and I got up too, ready to wash my hands with him. He kept looking at me with a smile, and without warning, he lifted me into his arms.

“Rudra!” I gasped, caught off guard.

“What?” he asked, amused.

I furrowed my brows.“Do I weigh nothing to you? You keep picking me up like I’m a feather,”

He chuckled.“No, I just don’t think so,” he teased, and gently set me back on the bed.

He leaned against the pillows and pulled me into his arms. I slid under the comforters and rested my head on his chest. His fingers stroked my hair tenderly.

“Was the fight bad?” I asked in a quiet voice.

He took a deep breath.“What fight?”

I swallowed.“The one that... broke your nose,”

He chuckled.“Is it that obvious?”

I nodded.“Yes, it is,”

“He was angry. And he should be,” he said calmly.

I blinked.“He’ll get better soon,” I said, trying to convince both him and myself.

He kissed my head.“Yes. And for that, he needs his sister,”

“I know,” I whispered, breathing him in until I drifted asleep.

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The next morning I woke up, I was still in his arms.

I blinked slowly, lifting my lashes and inhaling his scent. His face was inches away, and he was already looking at me.

“You’re awake?” I murmured.

He hummed his usual throaty response.“Hmm-hmm,”

A smile tugged at my lips as I closed my eyes againand pressed my face against his chest. His fingers traced gentle lines along my arm, stroking lightly as the morning light grew brighter.

When he finally began to move, trying to slip away, I held onto his hand.

“It’s a lazy day,” I said.

He smiled.“Is it?” he asked, leaning down, and kissed my forehead.“Seems like a hectic one for me,” he teased.

“Just a little longer,” I pleaded, and he let out a long breath, sinking back into the bed beside me.

“Okay, little bird,”

I smiled and kissed his chest.“I love you so much, Ranaji,”

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