“Kiss me, Nandani. I'm in a terrible mood,” He growled under his breath, placing his forehead on mine, closing his eyes.

My heart pulse quickened as he intertwined our fingers behind my back in a tight grip.“You know, I hate you,” I forced out.

“I hate you, too,” He breathed right above my lips.

“Rudra, I’m angry and you shouldn't do it when I'm angry.” He sucked in a sharp breath.

“So don't be angry. Because when you get angry, you look hot, and when you look hot, I want to kiss you and make you feel even hotter. And, if you feel hotter, no one will calm you. So, don't get angry, yeah?” he stated.

My lashes felt heavier with the proximity. I could feel his breath tickling my lips.

He gradually bent towards me with his parted lips and brushed them over mine tenderly. My eyes shut close, and my back arched in anticipation, making me dip my head into the soft mattress.

His lips moved over mine, causing an instant spike in my heartbeat, and hair raised on every inch of my skin.

The softness of his lips passed a fervent heat to my body, making my cheeks burn hot. Tightening his hold on my wrist, he pushed himself closer to me, but pulled his face back slowly.

Heaving terribly, I looked at his wet lips and found his eyes still set on mine.

“Rudra, don't play with me,” I grumbled.

Bringing his gaze to my eyes, he muttered in a deep tone,“I’m angry, you’re angry, so come on, show me how angry you can be.” He crashed his lips onto mine in a flash, leaving my wrist.

I couldn't suppress the moan erupting from the back of my throat when he placed his palm on my exposed back to pull me closer in his hold.

He gently sucked my lower lip between his lips, sending the warmth of his mouth coursing through every inch of my body. I closed my eyes and held onto his arms as I felt a lack of air with his lips locked on mine.

His sucking on my lips intensified fervor as his teeth nipped at my lower lip. The intensity of the kiss made me pull my knees high, causing my anklets to jingle, and I moaned over his lips.

“Ahh…” I pressed my thighs together as I felt my core throb with the heat.

Seizing my hair, he angled my head from behind to get better access to my lips. I felt the flapping of a thousand butterflies in my stomach as the kiss became harsher.

He grasped my blouse from behind, making it tighter for me to even breathe. My nipples perked up, feeling the roughness of his palm against my back. His hand was so big that it froze me underhim.

“Ranaji,” suddenly, an attendee's voice startled me, making me withdraw.

He immediately detached his lips from mine and looked at me. His expression shifted, as if he were suddenly alert, and he straightened up.

“Yes,” He regarded.

“Ranaji, a soldier outside has come to meet you. He says, Mohan has passed away,” the attendee informed him, and I looked at his aghast expression.

“No,” He immediately stepped down the bed, parted the curtains, and scurried out. Taking my dupatta, I covered my head and ran past the attendee behind him.

We both rushed to the spot where the deceased soldier lay. The area reverberated with the cries of a baby in an attendee's arms.

“Mohan,” Rudra dropped to his knees beside his body and shook him.

“Mohan, get up. You've got to stay alive for your son.” I heard his voice waver for the first time since I knew him. I saw him breaking in front of me. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked at the baby, crying loudly.

Tears collected in my eyes too, seeing the whole scene, and I walked towards the baby to try to console him.

“Someone has to take responsibility for his child,” Rudra said, and I looked at everyone, their heads bowed down. No one answered.

The baby looked at me with his red nose, and I asked the attendee in a low voice, stroking the baby’s cheek,“Has he eaten anything?”

The attendee instantly answered,“Ranisa, I don't know. His father used to take care of him.” A tear fell from my eyes, and I took the baby in my hands, patting his back. He started crying louder, and I told the attendee to bring food for the baby.