Page 248 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

Things got even smoother between us. Rudra and I hadn’t had any major fights since then, but that didn’t mean it was all peaceful. Our sweet and spicy little arguments still popped up now and then. Sometimes they were political, sometimes personal, and many times just because he got too caught up in kingdom matters and forgot to eat or sleep.

Reconstruction work on the outskirts and other royal projects consumed most of our time. I had also begun working on women’s empowerment initiatives. A majority of the workforce in the palace now included volunteers and hired workers. Some old rules were revised, and newer, more flexible ones were introduced.

Meanwhile, invitations for Devarsa’s wedding had already begun going out, and we were just three days away from the big day. The entire kingdom was glowing like a bride. Ranaji seemed especially happy about it—maybe even more than he had been at our wedding. It felt like he was fulfilling all the joys he had missed back then, through his brother's celebration.

I was getting ready for the Haldi ceremony when a sudden knock echoed on the door.

“Come in,” I said, turning toward the dressing room door.

It creaked open, and Rudra walked in.

“Ab samay mila hai aapko apni patni se milne ka, Ranaji?”(So now you finally have time to visit your wife, Ranaji?) I teased.

He looked ridiculously handsome in a yellow kurta, his fingers raking through his hair as he walked toward me.

“I think I’m freaking out,” he confessed.

I inhaled deeply, sensing his tension.“What happened?”

I took his hand and led him to sit on the chair.

“The workers aren’t cooperating. The guests are on their way, and people are making careless mistakes. I want everything to be perfect, but they’re driving me insa—”

“Shhh…” I hushed him softly, watching him take a calming breath.

“It’s alright. It’s the first wedding of its kind. They're doing their best, just breathe,”

He looked at me with stressed, frustrated eyes, but gradually his expression softened.

“You look beautiful, little sunflower,” he murmured.

I chuckled.“Sunflower?”

He smiled and leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on my lips.“Hmm-hmm,”

I playfully tugged at his lower lip with my teeth.“I think you should stop calling me‘little.’”

He raised a brow.“Why?” Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulled me closer.

“If we have babies someday, I doubt they’ll want their mother being called little,” I said with a smile.

He chuckled.“Babies? How many are you thinking of?”

A blush warmed my cheeks.“I don’t know…”

He kissed me again, a little longer this time.“No matter how many kids we have, no matter how old you grow, how big youget… you’ll always be my little wife,”

I pulled back and narrowed my eyes.“That’s not fair.” I pouted.

Another knock broke our moment, and Rudra called out,“Yes?”

“Ranaji, everyone is waiting for you and Ranisa,” an attendant announced from behind the door.

I smiled.“Let’s go,” I said. But before I could move, he pulled me into another kiss, deeper this time, leaving me breathless.

“Don’t you dare distract me,” he warned, smirking.

I laughed.“I don’t do anything. I just breathe, and you get turned on,”

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