Page 146 of One Hellish Love

“A while ago,” he said, his eyes gleaming with pride. “I had a gut feeling you’d wear it.For me.”

Kashish couldn’t help but smile at his confidence. She ate a few more spoonful before pushing the plate away.

“Enough,” she said, feeling full.

“You’ve hardly eaten anything,” he frowned.

“I don’t want to bloat. This saree already shows too much of my stomach,” she admitted, her cheeks heating up at the confession.

Rudra’s gaze dropped to her bare midriff for a moment before returning to her face, his eyes glinting with approval.

“You’re too perfect,” he grinned. “A few more bites won’t hurt.”

He fed her two more spoonful before finally relenting. Kashish laughed softly.

“No dessert?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Rudra’s eyes darkened with a possessive gleam as his fingers threaded through her hair.

“I didn’t realize you had a sweet tooth so late at night.”

Kashish frowned in mock disappointment.

“You don’t know me fully yet, then. I can eat sweets at any time.”

Rudra pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin.

“Then accept my apologies, and let me make it up to you.”

“Apologies accepted.” Her breath hitched as he lifted her in his arms. She clutched his shirt, her heart thudding in anticipation of what he planned to do next.

CHAPTER 48

Jaipur Residence

Kashish clung to his shirt as Rudra carried her toward the car. After the heavy dinner, she had casually asked for some dessert, assuming he hadn’t planned any, which is why he was now taking her out.

“You need to put me down,” she murmured softly.

“Why? Are you ashamed of me?” Rudra’s grip on her tightened.

Kashish frowned, shaking her head. “No, I’m not ashamed... just a little embarrassed because the guards are watching.”

Rudra cast a brief glance toward the guards, and at once, they turned away, reading his silent command. He shifted his gaze back to her, his voice low and husky.

“Problem solved.”

Kashish giggled.

“You never waste time solving my problems, do you?”

“I’ll always clear every obstacle from your path, Kashish. That’s my promise.”

A wave of pride rushed through her, and instead of holding onto his shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him with a possessive tenderness.

“Where’s the driver?” Rudra muttered, scanning the area for their usual chauffeur. Kashish, meanwhile, kept admiring him, thinking of how he embodied all the qualities a woman would want for a lifetime in her man.

“Why don’t you drive?” she asked cautiously, testing the waters. The expression that crossed his face was dark, almost dangerous, as if she had touched a raw nerve. She knew why he didn’t drive, but still, she had to ask.

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