सीने से तुम मेरे आ के लग जाओ ना डरते हो क्यूँ? ज़रा पास तो आओ ना सीने से तुम मेरे आ के लग जाओ ना डरते हो क्यूँ? ज़रा पास तो आओ ना धुन मेरी धड़कनों की सुनो चल वहाँ जाते हैं
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●Author's POV
Few days went and they both ignored each other completly but somewhere this ignorance was irritating both of them. They can't ignore the fact that they can't live without each other peacefully. Kritika tried to find new ways to irriate him but He didn't pay a single towards her in last few days which was irriating Kritika. She doesn't know herself why his ignorance is suffocating her.
Today, all the elders and siblings weren't home as they went to some function. Aditya couldn't go because of his office work he stayed here and Kritika also refused to go which was shocking for Aditya too but He assumed she just doesn't want to part in his family functions.
It was evening when Kritika decided to go club with Saarah, as Aditya isn't going to come home before 10pm and she can come before he comes not like that she's scared of him.
Kritika wore a beautiful one piece dress not too much short but revealing from behind. As she sashay out of the house in that short dress. She met to Saarah outside the club. They both entered inside the club.
Meanwhile, Aditya reached home early today because he was feeling low. As he entered inside the house finding it empty, he assumed Kritika to be in their bedroom but she was no where to be found. He searched everywhere but she wasn't anywhere.
His expression darkens as he realizes she's not home. He checks his watch, his mind racing with possibilities. "Where is she?" He mutters to himself, turning around to check the house. His intuition tells him something's off. He grabs his car keys.
As he arrives at the club, he spots her location through the tracker on the bracelet which he gave her on their wedding. His eyes narrow as he surveys the scene, taking in the loud music and the crowd of people. He steps out of his car and approaches the bouncer. "Let me through," he commands, flashing his ring.
The bouncer nods immediately, stepping aside as he recognizes the symbol of his family's influence. His jaw clenches as he steps inside, adjusting his suit jacket subconsciously to maintain his composed his image.
He Spots her on the dance floor, moving gracefully among other people. His eyes darken at the sight of some men trying to catch her attention "Well, enjoying your freedom tonight, aren't we?" He approaches closer, making sure to maintain his cold, intimidating aura.
His lips curl into a smirk as he sees the shock on her face. He stops a few feet away, his hands casually tucked into his pockets. "Surprised to see me, dear wife?" He says, his voice carrying over the loud music.
"What are you doing here and how did you get to know I'm here?" She asked looking at him suspiciously.
He takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity in his gaze is palpable. "I should be asking you the same question." He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a calculating look. "Running away from home already?"
"I'm not running away and why would I?" She rolled her eyes.
He takes another step closer, crowding her personal space "Really? Then what would you call disappearing without telling me where you're going? Especially after our interesting conversation earlier." His hand reaches out, catching a strand of her hair between his fingers
"Dancing with strangers?"
"I can do whatever I want to do, you can't stop me," Saying this she pulled him away from her and started again dancing just then a guy approached her.
His eyes narrow dangerously as he watches her pull away and start dancing again, only to be interrupted by another man approaching her. He watches as the man tries to strike up a conversation, his hands balling into fists at his sides He's about to lose his patience.
In a swift and smooth motion, he steps between they both, his presence dominant and commanding. "This lady's taken." His voice carries a clear warning neither friendly nor polite.
"Unless you want to lose that pretty face of yours, I'd suggest you back off."
The man looks taken aback by Aditya's sudden intervention, but he quickly recovers, eyeing her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Your boyfriend, huh?" He looks at Aditya with a sneer.
"Ignore him, He's no one,"Kritika told to that guy.
His expression darkens further at her lie. There's something about the way she says 'no one' that makes his voice dangerously low "Oh? Is that so?" He moves closer to her, his presence crowding the space between her and the other man.
"Let's get one thing straight" He says in a voice that carries clearly over the music "Every man in this club knows exactly who I am." His eyes flash dangerously as he pulls out his business card, presenting it to the man "And I don't share what's mine"
The man looks at the business card, his eyes widening in recognition. He turns to her, a smirk on his face "Your Husband is Aditya Ray Raghuvanshi, isn't he?" He turns back to Aditya, putting two and two together "You're married,"
"Very married," He confirms, his eyes never leaving the man's face. He can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes who Aditya Ray Raghuvanshi is - the King of Rajasthan and the powerful business man who wouldn't think twice before pulling out a triger.
The man nods slowly, backing away with his hands up in surrender "No harm intended, Rana sa." He says quickly before disappearing into the crowd. Aditya turns to her, his expression thunderous. His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks again "Let's go,"
"No, I won't go anywhere with you." She denied to go with him.
His jaw clenches visibly, anger flashing in his eyes. He leans in closer, speaking directly into her ear to be heard over the music "Don't test my patience here, sweetheart. Do you really want to make a scene?" He pulls back slightly, searching her defiant eyes.
In one swift motion, he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. He signals to his men standing nearby, who immediately surround they both. He turns to his right-hand man, Vincent "Get the car," He commands, his voice cold and authoritative.
"Leave me Aditya!" She ordered him.
His expression turns menacing. He's reached his limit. "Vincent," He barks. Vincent immediately steps forward. "Take five men. Make sure she doesn't leave this club without me." He turns back to her, his voice low and dangerous. "Last chance"
"I said leave me, I'm not going with you anywhere," She yelled this time.
His patience finally snaps. He grabs her elbow roughly, pulling her closer "Enough," His voice is a whip-crack, commanding and powerful "You can either walk out of here with me or I'll carry you out. Choose NOW,"
"You can't," She warned him.
He ignores her warning, signaling to his men. Within seconds, they form a barrier around they both, blocking out the rest of the club. He bends down slightly, his face inches from hers"Last warning,"
"W-what are you doing Aditya?" She asked him.
Without waiting for a response, he scoops her up into his arms, ignoring her struggles. He turns to Vincent "Let's go," He commands, his men parting to let them through as he carries her out of the club, her legs kicking futilely.
"Put me down Aditya!" She yelled at him but he seem to ignore her struggles.
His grip tightens as he carries her to the car, completely unaffected by her struggles "Keep shouting. It only turns me on," He whispers low enough for only her to hear, his breath hot against her ear "And you can keep kicking, princess."
As soon as she was in the backseat of the car, he places her down roughly, taking a seat next to her. He turns to Vincent, who's in the driver's seat "Drive," He commands. He turns back to her, his expression serious.
He leans closer, his dark eyes boring into hers "Are you going to tell me what this little show was about? Or do I have to guess?" His voice is dangerously low, a hint of anger still simmering beneath the surface "Were you trying to make me jealous?" Kritika ignored him and took out her mobile to inform Saarah about her departure.
Aditya looked at her suspiciously.
"Where the hell are you?" Saarah yelled from the other side.
"I'm not in the club, I'm going home. Someone kidnapped me," She glared at Aditya who was trying to know with whom she's talking. Saarah understood what does she mean.
Kritika hang up the call. His expression darkens, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He pulls out her phone, unlocking it swiftly. He brings up her call log, his brows furrowing "And who did you call?" His voice is deceptively calm.
He checks the call log, seeing Jaan's number as the last dialed number. His anger boils over, his eyes turning into slits "Jaan?"
"Give me my phone back," She tried to snatch her phone from his grip. He holds the phone out of her reach, his grip tight. He looks at her, his face a mask of cold fury. "Not until you explain why you called Jaan, and what you discussed. And don't even think about trying to snatch it from me,"
"It's none of your business!" She exclaimed adding fuel to his anger.
His eyes narrow dangerously, his patience wearing thin. "None of my business? Oh, it's very much my business when my wife is calling this 'jaan'." He unlocks her phone, searching through her messages..
"She's Saarah for god sake Aditya, I came with her here and she was still in the club so I informed her about my departure," Kritika explained him.
He gave her phone back at her, He gets out of the car, slamming the door shut. He paces outside for a moment, trying to calm himself down. When he gets back in, his face is a mask of cold fury.
"Do I have to give you a invitation card to come outside?" He asked irritately.
She got out of the car, walking inside the house. As soon as the door to their bedroom closes behind him, he turns to face her, his jaw clenched tight "I want the truth now. Why did you go club?" His voice is low and controlled, but she can hear the barely contained anger underneath.
"Because I wanted to!" She exclaimed.
"In this dress?" He asked looking at her dress.
"Yes! So what?"
He speaks through gritted teeth "Answer me! Have you completely lost your mind? Do you have any idea what men were thinking, they were staring at what's supposed to be MY WIFE?" His grip tightens "I've been ignoring you?"
"The only reason I've been ignoring you is because I needed to cool down. Every time I look at you, I want to have you in my arms either destroy something." He Runs his hands through his hair in frustration.
He sees that she's not reacting, just staring at him with that same defiant expression "You know what? GO BACK. "
"You want to play with fire, aren't you? Well don't blame me for what's to come tulip," Kritika looked at him hearing the nickname tulip he used to call her with five years ago.
"What did you call me?" She asked hesitated as he realised what did he just call her.
His arm snakes around her waist, pulling her against his side as he looks down at her with a gaze that could melt steel. "And you know what happens when you test my patience, tulip?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. "I lose control."
"And when I lose control..." His free hand clenches into a fist at his side. "Bad things happen." He unclenches his hand, his fingers splaying out as if he was imagining wrapping them around someone's neck. "Very bad things."
"And what are those bad things?" She asked directly looking into his piercing eyes.
She raised her eyebrows waiting for him to continue.
"Throwing that dress out, burning it even, so no man can look at you like that again." His jaw clenches "And then keeping you locked at home where it's safe, with only me to look at you." His possessiveness is palpable.
"Either you give me a reason not to make a scene right now..." His voice drops lower "Or I'll give you one."
"What will you do?" As soon as these words left her mouth, His lips claim hers in a brutal, possessive kiss, his hands gripping her face tightly as he pours all his frustration and desire into the kiss.
"I'll show you what happens when you question your husband," He growls against her mouth, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip.
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