It had been a month since their coronation. Their faces were everywhere, from headlines to news reports to magazine covers. The King and Queen of Rajasthan. The world could not stop talking about them. 

But inside their palace, they were just Maya and Adranksh, two people connected by love, duty, and desire. 

Every night, they returned to each other, shared stories about their day, and found comfort in each other’s arms. 

Tonight was no different, except it was their grand reception. The event was set to start at 6 PM. Family, friends, and Rajasthan’s elite would gather to celebrate their union. 

Maya was in her room, carefully getting ready when the door swung open. 

Adranksh walked in silently, his presence both commanding and effortless. His dark eyes softened as they landed on her. He stepped closer, kissed her forehead gently, and then disappeared into the washroom without another word. 

Maya smiled to herself. 

Just as she reached for her phone, it rang. 

"Hello?" 

“Maya, we’re stuck in traffic. It’s a nightmare in the city today,” Vedha groaned. 

Maya sighed knowingly. “It’s okay, just make it in time for the reception.” 

They exchanged a few words before hanging up. 

Maya turned back to her closet. Her eyes landed on the stunning maroon lehenga, a masterpiece designed by Lavanya. The intricate gold embroidery shimmered under the lights. She ran her fingers over the fabric before slipping it on, adjusting the heavy skirt before heading to the vanity mirror. 

Ten minutes later, her makeup was simple yet enchanting. She lined her expressive eyes with a touch of kohl, applied a deep red tint to her lips, and added a hint of blush to warm her cheeks. She adorned herself with golden jewellery, fixing a delicate necklace that rested just above her collarbone. 

As she pinned the last strand of her hair, she heard the bathroom door unlock. 

She turned her head and froze. 

Adranksh emerged, damp and glorious, wearing only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. 

Maya swallowed hard. 

Her eyes betrayed her, following the water droplets down his sculpted chest before disappearing into the towel resting dangerously low on his hips. 

She forced herself to look away, but he had already caught her gaze. 

A smirk, a knowing look, a challenge. 

In three strides, he was beside her. His fingers grazed her bare shoulders as he leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of her neck. 

A soft gasp escaped her lips. 

“You look so beautiful, malyshka.” His voice was a velvet whisper, sending shivers down her spine. His lips moved from her neck to her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat behind. 

Maya closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring his touch, before reality snapped her back. 

“Ansh… go get ready. We only have thirty minutes.” 

He chuckled against her skin. “That’s plenty of time, baby.” 

His hands slid down her arms, fingers brushing against hers, their eyes meeting in the mirror. 

“Do you want to see how it feels,” he murmured, his lips just inches from her ear, “when I look at you like this? When you drive me insane with just a glance?” 

Maya’s breath hitched. 

“Yes,” she whispered, already caught up in the moment. 

In an instant, he lifted her, pushing the small vanity chair aside with his foot. 

Her gasp turned into a laugh, but it faded when his fingers traced the curve of her waist. 

“You test my patience, Maya.” His grip tightened slightly as his lips hovered over her skin. 

Maya smirked, her eyes locking with his in the mirror. “And you love it.” 

His deep chuckle sent fire through her veins. 

He bent her over the mirror before pulling her heavy skirt down. He admired her form, perfect and ready for him. 

He spanked her as she moaned, “Close your eyes one more time and it’ll hurt more.” He pulled her panties down without warning as she let out a soft cry. He groaned. 

“So tight, baby?” he whispered. 

She looked at him through the mirror, and he smirked before slipping in two more fingers. She closed her eyes. 

He pulled out and spanked her harder. 

“What were you not supposed to do, Maya?” he asked. 

“Not close my—” Before she could finish, he thrust himself in her completely, without letting her adjust. 

"And what do bad girls get, baby?" he whispered, his dark eyes locking onto hers in the mirror. With a deep, deliberate thrust, he made his point clear. 

"P-Punishment," she gasped, arching her body beneath him. 

"Do you want to be punished, Malyshka?" His voice was a low growl in her ear. 

"N-no..." she whimpered, her breath uneven. 

A wicked smirk tugged at his lips. "Then keep your eyes open. Watch me, baby. Watch how deep I claim you. Feel me stretching you so perfectly that you'll still be aching for me a week from now." 

With that, he sped up, each thrust pushing her further into pleasure, into madness. 

Her moans filled the room, a symphony of surrender, as she gripped the edge of the vanity, barely holding it together. 

"Ansh… faster, please." She pleaded, her voice breathless and desperate. 

A smirk played on his lips. "As you wish, hukum rani-saa." 

With that, he increased the tempo, each thrust driving her deeper into bliss until she shattered around him, again and again. 

"Hold on to something for me, Malyshka." 

Her cries filled the room, his name slipping from her lips like a prayer. 

Adranksh smiled in satisfaction, watching her body tremble beneath him. He gently cleaned her up, his hands soft and slow as if he were handling the most delicate treasure. 

Without a word, he dressed her, fastening the clasps of her blouse, smoothing out the creases he had created moments ago. 

His knuckles brushed her flushed cheek as he wiped the glistening sweat from her forehead. 

Then, with one last lingering kiss, he pulled away and left to get dressed, as if nothing had happened. 

Maya sat there, stunned, breathless, and completely wrecked. 

She narrowed her eyes at his retreating figure. 

‘This man…’ she thought, her lips curling into a smirk. 

‘I’ll make him beg one day.’ 

With a soft huff, she turned to the mirror, fixing whatever he had thoroughly ruined. 

Tonight was far from over. 

The reception was truly grand. The hall shimmered under the soft glow of chandeliers, adorned with elegant floral arrangements and golden drapes. 

Laughter and music filled the air as guests mingled, celebrating the union of two souls. 

In the midst of it all, the couple moved together, greeting well-wishers with warm smiles. 

"Bhaiya, why don’t you dance with Bhabhi?" Lavanya teased, nudging her brother playfully. 

The couple exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them before stepping onto the dance floor. As the music swelled, they moved in perfect harmony, lost in each other and oblivious to the world around them. Their eyes spoke a language only they understood, the rhythm of their hearts syncing with every step. 

But not everyone in the room was celebrating. 

From the shadows, a man watched, his hands clenched into tight fists. His gaze remained fixed on the bride, Maya. She was breathtaking. Yet, she belonged to someone else. To him. To Adranksh. 

Jealousy burned through his veins, consuming him entirely. He wanted to rip them apart, to take what should have been his. To end Adranksh. 

A soft chuckle pulled him from his dark thoughts. 

"Patience," a woman’s voice murmured beside him, smooth and full of promise. She took a slow sip of her drink, keeping her eyes on Adranksh. "We'll both get what we want. Soon." 

A sly smile played on her lips as she turned and disappeared into the crowd. 

The man exhaled sharply, his grip loosening as a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. 

"You'll be mine soon, Adranksh," she whispered, her voice full of certainty.