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Shivaay's POV ~

The conference room was buzzing with the usual anticipation before a big meeting. Mythili sat across from me, her focus completely on the papers spread out in front of her. I watched her intently, her fingers brushing over the documents as she prepared for the presentation. She always looked so composed, confident, completely unaware of the effect she had on everyone around her.

And then, I noticed it.

Rajat, one of the new business heads from a partner company, kept glancing at her. Every few seconds, his eyes would drift toward her, and I felt my jaw tighten. I knew that look — it wasn't innocent admiration and I could kill him for that.

As Mythili spoke, Rajat leaned forward, hanging on her every word. His smile was too wide, too familiar, and I knew where this was heading.

"Mythili you have such an impressive understanding of these dynamics," Rajat said smoothly, interrupting her mid-sentence. His tone was slick, almost too charming for the setting. "I must say, it's refreshing to work with someone as intelligent and beautiful as you."

Mythili paused for a moment, blinking in surprise before offering a polite smile. "Thank you, Mr. Malhotra. I appreciate the compliment."

She didn't notice the predatory undertone in his words, and why would she? She wasn't the kind of person who picked up on such things easily. That innocence of hers, the way she assumed the best in people, it was both endearing and frustrating. But what irritated me more was the way Rajat was looking at her, as if he had any right to speak to her in any capacity.

I could feel the anger simmering beneath the surface, the possessiveness flaring up inside me.

He wasn't going to get away with this.

"Mr. Malhotra," I interrupted, my voice low but commanding enough to cut through the conversation. "I wouldn't do what you are trying to do if I were you."

Rajat shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his smirk faltering for a second as he met my gaze. He probably realized then that he had crossed a line. But my words weren't enough to cool the anger burning inside me.

The meeting continued, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the way Rajat kept sneaking glances at Mythili. Every time he did, I felt the need to stake my claim, to remind him — and anyone else in this room — that she was mine.

As the meeting ended and the others filed out, I noticed Rajat lingering by the door, his eyes still fixed on Mythili. He pretended to adjust his papers, obviously stalling. Mythili was still gathering her things, completely unaware of the way Rajat's gaze lingered on her like he had the right.

I was not going to take it anymore.

I stepped forward, blocking Rajat's view of her. My voice was low, deadly calm, but loud enough for him to know I meant every word. "Mr. Malhotra, I'll make this very clear. If I ever catch you looking at my wife like that again, there will be consequences. Severe ones."

He raised his hands, trying to play innocent. "Mr. Rathore , I didn't mean anything—"

"Don't," I cut him off, my tone icy. "Don't insult me by pretending you didn't know exactly what you were doing. I do not tolerate disrespect towards Mythili. Ever."

He swallowed, his eyes darted nervously between me and Mythili, who was still focused on her papers, oblivious to the tension building. I leaned in slightly, enough for him to feel the weight of my words. "You'll stay far away from her from now on. Understood?"

He nodded quickly, backing away without another word, finally sensing the danger he was in. Good. I watched him go, the satisfaction of putting him in his place settling the possessiveness burning in my chest. No one would dare cross that line again.

Once the room had cleared, I turned to the remaining staff, my voice firm. "Everyone, excuse us. I need a moment with my wife."

There was a brief silence, people exchanging glances, unsure if they'd heard me right but One by one, they filed out, leaving Mythili and me alone in the now eerily quiet room.

She stood there, confused, her brow furrowed as she looked at me. "Shivaay, what's going on?"

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I walked around the table slowly, closing the distance between us. When I finally stood in front of her, I cupped her chin, tilting her head up to meet my gaze.

"You don't even realize what just happened, do you?" My voice was low, rough with the jealousy I could no longer hide.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Malhotra." I spat his name like it left a bad taste in my mouth. "He was flirting with you the entire meeting. And you just smiled back, completely oblivious."

She blinked, surprise flashing across her face. "Flirting? No Shivaay, he was just being polite—"

I let out a humourless laugh. "Polite? That's what you think?" My grip on her chin tightened slightly, and I leaned in closer, my breath brushing her lips. "He was imagining things he has no right to even think about."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. I could see her processing what I was saying, the way my jealousy was spilling over. I could also see the way her breath hitched, how her pulse quickened under my touch.

I moved even closer, my hands trailing down to her waist, pulling her against me in one swift motion. "I don't like it when other men look at you like that, Mythili," I murmured, my voice husky, possessive. "You're mine."

She swallowed hard, her eyes wide as she looked up at me. "Shivaay..."

I didn't give her a chance to finish the thought—I crushed my lips to hers, hard and desperate, all the pent-up desire pouring out in that kiss. My hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her body against mine as I backed her into the conference table, the edge digging into her as I pressed her down. She gasped into my mouth, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me as I deepened the kiss, claiming her lips with a hunger that left no space for anything but raw, burning need.

Her blouse was in the way. I growled in frustration, my fingers flying to the tiny hooks, yanking them open one by one. She moaned, a soft, breathy sound that drove me over the edge as her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, harder, like she needed me as badly as I needed her. My lips left hers, trailing down her neck, biting, nipping, marking her skin as I moved. Every touch of my lips on her soft, warm skin sent shivers through her, and I couldn't get enough.

"Shivaay," she whispered, breathless, her hands tugging at my shirt, her voice trembling. "Someone might hear..."

"Let them hear," I growled against her skin, not caring about anything other than the way she felt under my hands. "Let them know you're mine."

With one swift move, I lifted her onto the edge of the table, stepping between her legs as I claimed her mouth again, my hands sliding under her blouse, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingers. Her body arched into me, her hips pressing against mine, her breath coming faster as I kissed her deeper, harder, my hands roaming over every inch of her.

Her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as my mouth found the delicate skin of her neck. I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop. The way her body melted into mine, the way she moaned softly, trembling beneath my touch—it was intoxicating. I needed more. I wanted all of her.

"You drive me insane," I muttered against her skin, my fingers sliding over her waist, pulling her closer to me. "The way you make me feel... I can't think when I'm around you."

She let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough. And neither could I. Her saree slipped further, revealing the smooth skin of her shoulder, and I couldn't resist—my mouth was on her again, biting, kissing, tasting every inch of her that I could reach. The way her body responded to mine with every touch, every kiss, It was intoxicating, maddening.

"Shivaay..." she whimpered, her voice shaky, her hands clutching at my shirt. "We shouldn't... not here..."

I didn't care. I couldn't stop. "No one's coming back," I told her, my lips brushing against her ear as my hands slid down her thighs, gripping them firmly as I pressed her against the table. Her protests faded as her body responded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I kissed her again, deeper this time, my hands slipping under the fabric of her saree, exploring the smooth, soft skin beneath.

She gasped, her body arching into mine, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pressed against her, my lips devouring hers, my hands claiming her. "You're mine," I growled against her mouth, my voice rough with need. "No one else gets to look at you the way I do. No one."

Her breath hitched, her eyes wide and full of desire as she gazed up at me. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Only yours, always yours."

Her body trembled under my touch, her breath quickening as I continued to explore her with my hands and lips. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me, her protests fading as desire took over. I felt her melt into me, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, and it only fueled my hunger for her.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit through that meeting, watching that bastard flirt with you?" I whispered against her ear, my voice low and rough, as my hands slid under the fabric of her blouse. Her skin was warm, soft, and I could feel the heat radiating from her. "He does not get to look at you like that. No one does. No one but me."

I needed more. I kissed her again, harder, rougher, my hands gripping her hips as I moved against her, my body demanding everything she had. "Say it louder," I growled, my lips brushing against her ear, my hands sliding over her body, gripping her thighs as I pulled her closer, pressing her against the wall.

"I belong to you, Shivaay," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.

Her legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper into her as her body quivered beneath mine. Each movement was met with a gasp, a moan, her nails leaving faint trails along my back as her grip tightened with every thrust. I could feel her arching into me, her body desperate, needy, and begging for more. The way she moved with me, against me, was electrifying—our bodies perfectly in sync as the heat between us intensified.

Her saree had slipped dangerously low, revealing more of her smooth, flushed skin. My fingers grazed over her bare waist, tracing the curve of her hips before grabbing onto her with a possessive force, pulling her even closer. She gasped, throwing her head back as her fingers twisted in my hair, tugging me toward her neck. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as I kissed and bit at her skin, leaving marks that claimed her as mine.

"Do you feel that?" I whispered against her ear, my breath hot as my hands roamed over her. "That's what you do to me. Every. Single. Time."

A shiver ran through her as I pressed harder, my body demanding every ounce of her. She writhed beneath me, her moans filling the room, making me want her even more. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with mine, the friction between us building with every second. The tension was unbearable, her body trembling with anticipation, her eyes half-closed, lost in the intensity of the moment.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head against the wall, holding her in place as I devoured her with another kiss. Her lips were soft beneath mine, and I could taste the desperation in the way she kissed me back, like she needed me just as much as I needed her. My free hand slid down her side, slipping beneath the loose folds of her saree, and the heat of her skin against mine sent a jolt of desire through me.

"Shivaay..." she whimpered, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pleading. The sound of my name on her lips, laced with need, was my undoing. I pressed harder, deeper, feeling her body respond with each movement, her gasps and moans getting louder, more desperate.

Her body was a masterpiece beneath my hands, the way it trembled and arched into me, the way she couldn't seem to get enough. I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest as her legs wrapped tighter around my waist, locking me in place as we moved together in a frenzy of need. I tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet my gaze.

"You're mine," I growled, my voice low and rough, as I buried my face in her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. "No one else will ever touch you like this. No one else will ever make you feel the way I do."

Her body responded to every word, her breath coming faster, her nails dragging down my back, marking me as hers. Her skin was flushed, glistening with the heat we'd built together, and her eyes were clouded with lust, her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

"I need you," she gasped, her voice raw with desperation.

I gave her no time to recover, no space to escape. I captured her lips again, rougher this time, my hands gripping her hips as I drove deeper, harder, the force of our passion consuming everything. The way her body clenched around mine, the way her nails raked down my arms—it was all I needed to push me further.

My hands gripped her hips even tighter, guiding her as our bodies moved together in a rhythm. Her back was pressed firmly against the cold wall, and with each thrust, her breath hitched. Her eyes locked with mine, dark and full of desire, as her lips parted in a soft, breathless moan.

I had her wrists pinned above her head, her fingers clenched as I held her in place, my body pressed tightly against hers.

"Shivaay," she gasped, her voice trembling, raw with need as her legs wrapped tighter around my waist.

I shifted slightly, pressing her harder against the wall while my lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, biting gently.

Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as I kissed my way down her neck, my teeth grazing her skin, leaving faint marks in my wake. She moaned softly, her body arching toward mine, the friction between us driving both of us to the brink.

"I'm close," she whispered, her voice barely audible as her body trembled beneath my hands. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts, her body begging for release.

I pressed my lips softly to her ear, my voice low but tender. "Not yet, baby... hold on for me," I breathed, my hands gently but firmly guiding her hips, keeping her grounded. "Stay with me just a little longer... let me feel you." I kissed the curve of her neck, savouring the way she gasped, every inch of her body responding to my words, to my touch.

With every thrust, I drove her higher, her body trembling as she gasped my name. My hand tightened around her wrists as I leaned in, my teeth grazing the pulse point at her throat before I whispered, "Come for me, my love."

The moment she tensed and her body arched off the wall, her legs tightening around my waist, it was all I needed. Her moans grew louder, raw with desperation, filling the room as she shattered in my arms. I could feel every tremor, every shudder as her body clenched around me, drawing me deeper into her. The intensity of her release pushed me over the edge, my own climax crashing through me.

Her legs fell away from my waist, and I gently lifted her after adjusting myself and carried her back to the table and sat her down on the edge of the table, her body still trembling slightly before I draped her saree properly.

Her hands found their way to my shoulders, wrapping around them as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. I could feel her fingers gently tracing patterns on my back, brushing the creases out of my shirt.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, my fingers grazing her cheek gently. "I didn't mean to lose control like that."

Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, and the shy smile on her lips was a sweet, fleeting thing. "Sorry? Well, the only thing you should be sorry about," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of playful teasing despite the blush on her cheeks, "is that I might not be able to walk just at the moment."

I let out a chuckle, a mixture of relief and affection flooding through. "I'll take that as a sign that I did something right," I said with a gentle smile, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before her into my arms. Her breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as she wrapped her arms around my neck for balance.

"Shivaay—" she began, but I silenced her with a look.

"Not a word," I said softly, my voice low and steady. I felt her body relax into mine, her head resting lightly against my chest as I carried her toward the door.

The office was completely empty by now. Everyone had left for the day, and it was just us—no curious glances, no prying eyes.

I carried her through the quiet corridors while her fingers traced gentle patterns on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but glance down at her. She was watching me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Two years of our marriage and you're still such a mystery for me. I can never guess how you'll react to some situations." She said, blushing harder and hiding her face in the crook of my neck.

Her words made me chuckle softly and I could feel the warmth of her breath against my neck as she tried to hide her face, but I wasn't about to let her retreat now. Gently, I tilted my head down, brushing my lips against her hair.

"That's the point, Mrs. Rathore," I murmured, my voice teasing but soft. "I like keeping you on your toes."

She shifted slightly in my arms, her blush deepening, but I could feel the smile on her lips against my skin. It made me feel lighter, knowing that after two years of marriage, I could still surprise her, still make her heart race.

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