Ranvijay was usually a very calm and composed man. Worst of the situations hadn't been strong enough to sway his mind ever. He'd dealt with enemies for so long as he remembered and was never perturbed as much as he was right then. He knew it was going to lead everything south, but he was fucking tempted to take the risk. His discipline, his self-control and his patience all fell apart like the rotten thread of a worn out garment as soon as Matsyaa's sweet scent hit him like a wall. She knew how to tease senses. The grapes mixed with vanilla and another sickeningly sweet smell had his nerve endings at fire. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh. Damn! He came there to only talk to her. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to use his mouth just for saying something. He wanted more. A touch so intimate and so deep that she would feel his imprints on her soul. Like he had stamped her. And he liked the idea. He wanted to claim his territory, so that others would know she was his.'Only mine!

The night dragged a snail's pace for Ranvijay, per usual. Matsyaa was dominating his mind once again. Entire Haveli was silenced into a deep slumber but his eyes were wide awake, deliberating the faraway greenery. Even the desert met life at one point, so why wouldn't he get that privilege? He sucked on the roll and released a white puff of smoke. The nicotine polluted the air and filled his lungs, but he didn't fucking care. He needed that — needed something more intoxicating than the girl driving his thoughts wild. All he wanted was to go to her home, throw her on his shoulder and bring her back with him.A chortle left his lips. If he'd told her that, Matsyaa would've run to the hills. The smile left his lips, instantly. She did run away from him, even though he was trying to be decent with her. It wasn't his fault that she screwed up his common sense. Once he got closer to her, he had no control on himself - no leash, whatsoever. Matsyaa Rathore was perfect. So perfect for him th

"What is he doing here?" Raghvendra hissed at his mother, glaring at a certain direction where Ranvijay was standing and talking to the security chief. Divya threw a disgusted look at him, "What do you mean? It's his home. He can come whenever he wants. He doesn't need to ask anyone."Raghvendra slanted a cross glance at Divya and curled his palm around Jaishree's arm who was having dinner. She stiffened with the morsel in her hand as he bent towards her, "Go to the room. Now." "Why?" She asked with a frown and looked at the food, gloomily. "I haven't finished my dinner." He rolled his eyes and filled up her plate with more food, "Then take this and go to our room. If you want something, just call the maids. Don't you dare come out, Jaishree!" "Okay!" She stood up and left the table, excusing fatigue. The maids carried her food to the room and Raghvendra avoided the sizzling glare Divya sent his way. "What was that?""One must save his possessions." He chewed the words out before