Chapter 165: His obedient fiancée

"Hmm, my fiancée is very obedient," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he slipped

his hand behind her neck. His fingers curled firmly around her nape, drawing her closer

with a gentle but unyielding grip.

Before she could react, his lips descended onto hers, capturing them in a kiss that stole the

air from her lungs. The contact was firm, insistent, and left no room for resistance. Her heart

skipped a beat, her pulse hammering against the restraint she tried to maintain.

Her mind screamed at the intimacy of the act, every fiber of her being rejecting the violation

of boundaries she held sacred. Yet his touch was disarming—confident, calculated, as

though he knew exactly how to unravel her.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue coaxing her lips apart, and a low, satisfied hum escaped

him when she hesitated before yielding. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer until

their bodies were nearly flush.

Breaking the kiss just enough to catch her breath, he didn’t release her. Instead, his lips

trailed down the side of her jaw, hot and unrelenting, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His

breath ghosted over her neck, and she stiffened as he pressed his mouth to the delicate skin

just below her ear.

He sucked gently at first, testing, and when her breath hitched, his lips latched onto her

neck with more intensity. A faint groan escaped him as he tasted her, his other hand moving

upward. His palm brushed over the curve of her chest, fingers tracing the edge of her

modesty with deliberate slowness.

Her body betrayed her, shivering under his touch, though her mind rebelled against the

overwhelming intimacy. He exhaled deeply, his face burying in the crook of her neck as he

inhaled her scent—soft, warm, and undeniably hers.

"Do you know what you do to me?" he whispered against her skin, his voice dark and husky.

She gasped softly when his lips moved again, this time pressing to her forehead in a gesture

that felt strangely tender in contrast to the fire he’d ignited moments before. His lips

lingered there, as though branding her with the weight of his possessiveness.

As he pulled back slightly, his gaze roamed over her face, lingering on her wide, conflicted

eyes and trembling lips. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her flushed skin.

His breath mingled with hers, his eyes hooded and filled with something primal, unspoken.

"You’re mine, Zaad," he murmured, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Every part of

you."

Her heart skipped a beat when their lips came in contact. No matter how much mental

torture she went through, it was still very unacceptable for her to let someone touch her so

intimately without wedlock.

Had it been months back, she would have pushed him back and slapped him just like she did

before at his mansion, but now she let him do what he wanted, not having the courage to

push him away.

His lips slowly moved against hers while she shivered. She formed a tight fist with her

hands and let them rest on his shoulders as he took her lips. He realized the pleasure and

lust were taking over her, and before things could escalate, he moved away from her, slowly

retreating his head back while staring into her widened orbs.

He gave her time to stabilize herself as she was slightly shaking and then held her hand.

"Let's go," he said, and she frowned.

"Where?" she abruptly asked, and when his eyes fixed on her, she shook her head. "I-I... I

didn't mean to—" She realized that she had committed the grave error of questioning him.

"There you asked the permission for" he replied, cutting her off.

Tears released from her eyes as she took the first step out of the threshold of the haveli. The

same doorstep she would stare at for long hours, wishing she could go out as others did. She

tightly held his hand as they stepped out, and then her eyes met his.

He saw tears in her eyes. Her eyes were glassy as her chin wobbled.

He stopped and turned towards her, before holding her arms. His thumb moved and

connected with her eyes as he cleared her tears. "I don't like your eyes getting teary," he

said, without even realizing what he said.

Those words were foreign coming from his mouth. And as soon as his brain detected it, he

stopped his actions and let his eyes fix on her face.

Her innocent, angelic face.

And oh, the helplessness, the war, and the dilemma in those orbs—it was all evident to him.

He wanted to console her.

He wanted the war running in those eyes to end.

But instead, he took a step away from her and turned away, his back towards her. Taking a

step ahead, he began walking on the grass as she followed him behind.

While fate laughed at him.

Maybe one day he too would want, desperately, earnestly, for her not to show her back to

him.

Maybe... she wouldn't even let him follow her behind.

The lawn was huge. The backyard was very vast. And upon walking further, there was a

stable of horses. There was a swimming pool. Not just a swimming pool. In that area, three

to four different mansions were located, and they were connected with the main haveli.

Every mansion, or every wing of the haveli, had its own essentials to be termed as a

mansion. The place spoke of wealth, power, and class. She had never had a tour of the whole

haveli, and given its space, it wasn't possible to do so in a single day. While passing through

the corridors that, at places, had glass windows, the backyard was visible through the

window, and the moonlight would enter, giving it an ethereal look. The intricately designed

walls carried paintings worth millions. The haveli was a mix of modern and old-age designs,

giving it a rustic and glamorous appearance simultaneously.

Her legs were too tired to walk now. She still hadn't habituated her limbs to walk much. She

would walk a little and then get tired. Her appetite had subsided too, so her body couldn't

get enough nutrients required to make her energetic. They were just halfway through when

her legs wore out and her breathing became heavy, as though she had been walking for

ages.

"Tired?" he asked.

She nodded her head. "I can't... walk much. My legs g-ive out easily.