In the elevator, Anaya stands with Rudra still holding her hands. As the door shuts his other palm glide down the curve of her back She doesn't fledge doesn't speak just let let's the silence stretch think and walk like something unspoken had finally found its place.
"Tumne pahle kuch bataya kyo nahi?" A deep, possessive voice escaped his lips.... Old demanding tool like he owned the answer.
Rudra Pulsar and Presses Her against his bowed chest.. Finger digging into the soft dip of her waist. Anaya dance but he doesn't let her Slip away. Instead he died in his grip went blab cradling the back of her neck the other sliding to her face. Pressure builds hard and unforgiving and the Air 0 the air between them it's no longer just silence it's a storm, waiting to tear open.
"answer me Velvet." He said while looking straight into her eyes with a gaze so deep it feel like he was riding her soul. his brows furrow, Jaw tight anger shimmering behind that dark stare. She not asking just because he wanted to know if Konan is the man who tried to harm her the one person who doesn't get to Breathe the same air.
Will he love me if he knew everything if he knew how weak I truly was how many times "Are you not going to answer me yet?" he asked his voice lo almost a whisper yet every word scrapped against her skin demanding the truth.
I know he's angry, I know he's demanding. But... but he cares a husband asking for a truth about a man who hurt his wife that now is a possessive Ness that's love and I'm glad I'm so glad he is worried for me.
"Answer your word Rudra" I asked him but I know I can feel my own voice tremble like a leaf.
In her words but she couldn't stop because what he didn't know was she wanted to know too wanted to know what was actually running inside his head was just a duty? Or was there something else? something more? something that hurt him as much as it.
Did he hurt you He asked Was deeper now drove around the edges but still soft like he was holding back a stone just for her. "I don't know if he is.." her voice came out fizzy, like the words were bubbling in her throat. he was serious yes but confused like he was scared to know the answer but more scared to never get it.
"Are you sure?" Both his plans were charged slipped to her nape... pulling her in. So close now, their breaths tangled. inches away. The air between them... thick. he looked... first her eyes, then her lips. Searching. for a crack. for a lie. for a smallest reason to let go. But he didn't. he couldn't.
I was looking at his curious face that he's asking something that I only fulfilled his wish.His finger clipped tightened behind my neck, push my face closer to his. no words. no smile. just crave, hunger. And wend his lips touch mine... it's not gentle. it's a claiming. Like he's saying. ′I don't need answers, I need you'.And I don't protest. I answer him. with my lips. with my breath. With everything he's looking for.
The door slide opens Silverlight spills in but neither move Rudra Towns dresses her lower lips like he is mesmerizing the shape of a secret and I breath catches she hates her own pulse louder than a drink he leans closer voice low andVelvet. "This cabin... this camera... let it watch. I want it to remember how you tremble when I see your name."
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Rudra was still standing close to her when he picked up her lips again — this time slower, deeper. Not rushed. Not desperate. Like he was sealing something between them before the world could interfere.
His right thumb brushed softly over her cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was gentle... but his eyes still carried that possessive fire.
The cabin lights were dim golden, reflecting against the polished wooden desk and the glass walls around them. The air felt slightly heavy, still charged from the elevator tension they had carried inside.
He pulled back just enough to look at her properly. His hand stayed at her waist, fingers warm through the fabric of her dress.
"So... are you ready to be public? Tonight?" he asked.
His voice was deeper now. Calm. Confident. But that dangerous smile curved slowly at his lips.
Anaya blinked at him, still caught between his closeness and his question. Her fingers were lightly resting against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath his shirt. The warmth of his body hadn't faded yet, and neither had the tension.
"Oh no... I mean... I'm not even 21 yet, so..." she said, her voice softer now — but serious.
The teasing glow in her eyes dimmed slightly. This wasn't just flirting anymore. This was real.
Rudra tilted his head slightly, watching her carefully. The corner of his lips lifted again — not mocking, not careless. Certain.
"Soon to be 21," he said smoothly. His thumb traced the curve of her cheek again before sliding into her hair. "And I don't care if this whole society burns around us. For you."
He tilted her face toward him again, leaning in as if to kiss her once more, but she quickly placed her hand over his lips.
"Rudra!" she said firmly this time. "I'm serious. In law, it's not legal to get married before that."
For a moment, the room shifted. The playful heat turned into something sharper. The cabin felt quieter. The hum of the AC louder. The glass walls reflecting two people standing too close to pretend this was casual.
Rudra didn't remove her hand immediately. Instead, he held her wrist gently and kissed her fingers — the same ones stopping him.
"Just wait for tomorrow," he murmured against her skin. "It'll all be legal. And no one will be able to stop me from making you, my wife."
Her heart skipped.
"And what will happen tomorrow?" she asked quickly, suspicion and curiosity mixing in her tone. Her hands had already moved to his shoulders unconsciously.
That made him smirk more.
"I have a surprise for you."
He poked her cheek lightly, teasing her, enjoying the way she tried not to smile.
"And what's that?" she pressed, looking straight into his eyes, trying to read him.
"Velvet... surprises are not told. They're revealed," he said low.
Right then, the elevator doors opened directly to his private floor.
The shift was immediate.
His playful expression softened, but something protective replaced it. His hand slipped around her waist as they stepped out.
"From today, you're not going to your department," he said while walking her toward his office cabin. "I don't want you involved in any office drama. Or framed again. Did you understand?"
There was no smile now. Just command.
"But you know I can handle it," she replied instantly. A small confident smirk appeared on her face. "You know your wife is Anaya."
Rudra glanced at her sideways. He knew exactly how strong she was. Maybe stronger than him in ways she didn't realize.
But still.
"No, Mrs. Anaya Rudra Singhaniya," he corrected smoothly, tapping her forehead lightly. "You are not going anywhere until tomorrow."
She made a face instantly.
"But Rudra... please. It's just one month more. My internship will finish soon. Let me work, na. Pleaseee..."
She stretched the last word dramatically, following him into his cabin as he moved toward his desk.
The room was large, minimalistic, glass on one side showing the city below. His desk stood like authority itself in the center. He removed his coat and sat down, opening a file calmly as if he wasn't just threatening society five minutes ago.
Anaya stood there, hands on her waist, watching him.
When she continued trying to convince him, he suddenly pulled out the chair beside him.
"Come here. Sit next to me. I want to talk."
She walked slowly toward him, eyes observing him carefully, and sat on the chair — but there was a small distance between them.
"Come closer," he ordered without looking up.
She slid the chair slightly.
"A little more."
She slid again.
Still not enough.
"Anaya," he said in a low tone, finally looking at her.
This time, instead of sliding the chair, she stood up. Walked around the desk. And stood directly in front of him.
For two seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then without asking, without hesitation, she climbed into his lap.
Her arms wrapped around his neck naturally, like she belonged there. One hand rested against his chest. Her head tilted slightly toward his shoulder.
"Okay... itna closer thik hai?" she whispered teasingly.
Rudra inhaled slowly.
"Not yet..."
"RUDRA—!"
Before he could finish that dangerous sentence, the cabin door burst open with a loud sound.
Anaya flinched instantly. Reality crashed back.
Without wasting a second, she jumped off his lap and pushed his chair slightly away, quickly standing near the table and pretending to look elsewhere, trying to compose herself.
Rudra leaned back calmly — too calmly.
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Ravi entered the cabin without knocking this time. The door shut behind him with a solid click, sealing the room in a tense silence. He walked straight toward Rudra and stopped in front of the desk, shoulders stiff, jaw tight.
"Did you know," Ravi asked, voice serious and strained, "that the department and half the employees already know the truth?"
Rudra and Anaya exchanged a glance. Not fear. Not panic. A calm, almost dangerous smirk. "Yes," Rudra answered evenly. Ravi blinked. "You knew?" His tone rose slightly. "And you're still here… not doing anything?"
Before Rudra could respond, Anaya spoke, folding her arms lightly. "Actually… he told them himself. I was just standing there." Ravi turned to Rudra slowly, disbelief written all over his face. "Did… did you really tell them?"
Rudra nodded once. Calm. Unshaken. "End of the day unko pata chalna hi tha." Ravi ran a hand through his hair. "But plan toh kal batane ka tha na? Official reveal tomorrow!"
"Ab jo ho gaya, so ho gaya," Rudra said, voice flat but firm. "Tomorrow is the official announcement. So preparation tum karoge."
He stepped away from the desk and adjusted his cuffs, slipping fully into CEO mode.
"Call Janvi. Aarav. Ria. The four of you will arrange everything — press handling, internal memo, legal clarification. I want zero loopholes." His eyes sharpened. "And don't disturb me until it's done."
With that, he sat down, opened his laptop, and just like that — professional mask on. Anaya stared at him. For a second, she forgot Ravi was even there. Softly, under her breath, she murmured, "Dekho toh inhe… kitni achhi acting karte hain."
Rudra's fingers paused over the keyboard. Slowly, he lifted his head. Those dark brown-black eyes locked onto hers, brows slightly raised. She cleared her throat innocently. "So… can I go to my department? Mera work pending mein hai."
The second the word department left her mouth, Rudra stood up. He came around the desk in two steady steps and grabbed her wrist — not harsh, but firm enough to stop her. "No," he said quietly. "You are not going anywhere."
Ravi nodded instantly. "Yes. Rudra is right. You know this company… ab tumhare enemies bhi hain. Not everyone is happy."
Anaya tilted her head, then chuckled lightly. "Haan toh? Main biwi hoon — with title. They are just fans of my husband."
Her teasing tone echoed softly in the cabin.
Rudra's lips curved into a slow smirk. His grip on her wrist tightened slightly — warm, possessive.
"Haan," he replied smoothly, "tabhi aaj tum ghar jaogi. Ravi ke saath."
Ravi just stood there, blinking.
He shot Rudra a look — a very clear one.
In his eyes:Thoda sharam kar. Main yahi khada hoon.
Rudra caught it. Smiled shamelessly.
"Fine," he said casually. "You go with Ravi. He'll arrange your workspace at home."
Anaya looked between them, then sighed dramatically. "Theek hai. But Janvi also comes with me."
Rudra released her wrist slowly. "Okay. She also."
Ravi immediately pulled out his phone and called Janvi. "Parking lot. Five minutes," he instructed.
While Ravi was on the call, Anaya walked toward the couch to pick up her bag — then paused.
Her brows knit together.
"My bag…?"
Rudra, without missing a beat, commented casually, "Uh… it was in the elevator." Silence. Anaya froze. her cheeks turned pink instantly. she shot him a glare — half warning, half shy embarrassment.
Ravi looked between them, confused. "Elevator? Bag? Bhai… aisa kya kiya tumne?"
He lowered his voice suspiciously. "Kya chal raha hai?"
Rudra leaned slightly toward him and replied in a low murmur, "Wahi jo ek husband aur wife ke beech hota hai."
He straightened again. "Ab jao. Anaya ko ghar drop karo."
There was a playful smile on his face — but his eyes were serious.
Anaya avoided looking at Ravi entirely and walked toward the door. Before stepping out, she glanced back at Rudra.
"I'm waiting for tomorrow's surprise," she said softly. The way she said surprise carried weight. Promise, Expectation, Challenge. Rudra's gaze softened for a split second. "You will like it," he replied.
She entered the elevator. The doors were still open when she looked back at him one last time — silent goodbye in her eyes. Rudra didn't wave. he just held her gaze. As if memorizing it. As the elevator doors slid shut, Ravi stepped inside with her. He pressed the button, and the cabin began descending.
There was tension written across his forehead.
Two surprises. Public announcement... Media... Kunal... Something big was coming.
Inside his office, Rudra stood alone now. The glass wall reflected his silhouette against the city skyline below. Cars moved like ants. People lived their small lives. But inside this building. Storm. He walked back to his desk slowly and looked at the empty chair where Anaya had been sitting minutes ago. His jaw tightened.
"They think they can touch her reputation," he muttered under his breath. Tomorrow wouldn't just be a clarification. It would be a declaration.
Down in the elevator, Anaya leaned back against the wall, clutching her bag. Her lips curved into a small smile. She could still feel the warmth of his hand on her wrist. Still hear the way he said,My wife.
Ravi glanced at her sideways. "Tum dono theek ho na?"
She smiled softly. "Haan. We're fine." But in her heart, she knew. Tomorrow wouldn't be simple. And whatever Rudra was planning… It wasn't small. Not at all.