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Paridhi's eyelids fluttered open, confusion clouding her mind as she found herself in an unfamiliar room.

Sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the luxurious bedroom.

She sat up slowly, her hand brushing against a soft blanket that she didn't remember having when she fell asleep.

As the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, memories of the previous day came rushing back.

The wedding!

Paridhi's cheeks flushed as she remembered their conversation last night and how understanding he had been.

"Rana sa?" she called out softly, looking around the room.

But there was no response.

Paridhi swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching her arms above her head.

She padded across the room, her bare feet sinking into the thick carpet. As she looked around, she realized Abhimaan was nowhere to be seen.

"Kahan gaye honge?"

Where could he have gone?

She thought aloud.

"Shayad subah jaldi uth jaate hain."

Maybe he's an early riser.

Shrugging off her curiosity, Paridhi decided to start her day. She made her way to the bathroom, marveling once again at its opulence.

The marble countertops gleamed in the morning light, and the large mirror reflected her slightly disheveled appearance

"Hey bhagwan,"

Oh my god

She giggled, running her fingers through her tangled hair.

"Main toh aandhi mein phas gayi thi kya?"

Did I get caught in a storm or what?

As she turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. The warm water felt heavenly on her skin, washing away the last remnants of sleep.

As she lathered her hair with the fragrant shampoo, Paridhi found herself humming softly, her mood lightening with each passing moment.

"Itna bura bhi nahi hai,"

This isn't that bad

She murmured to herself.

"Maybe married life won't be as scary as I thought."

After thoroughly cleansing herself, Paridhi stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around her body.

Water droplets clung to her skin and dripped from her long hair as she stood in front of the mirror, wiping away the steam.

"Ab kapde,"

Now, for some clothes

She said, turning towards the door. But as she reached for the handle, she froze.

"Oh no, I forgot to bring anything in with me!"

Paridhi bit her lip, considering her options. She could either wait in the bathroom until Abhimaan returned.

Or she could make a quick dash to the wardrobe and hope he wasn't in the room.

"Come on, Paridhi" She encouraged herself.

"It's your room too. You can do this."

Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the bedroom.

The cool air raised goosebumps on her damp skin as she hurried towards the wardrobe.

But fate had other plans!

Just as Paridhi reached the middle of the room, the bedroom door swung open. She froze in place, her eyes widening as Abhimaan walked in.

Paridhi's heart raced as she clutched the towel tighter around her body, water droplets still clinging to her skin.

Time seemed to stand still as their eyes met. Abhimaan stood frozen in the doorway, his gaze slowly traveling from Paridhi's damp hair down to her bare feet.

His jaw clenched, and a muscle twitched in his cheek.

"Rani Sa," he said, his voice low and controlled, but with an undercurrent of steel.

"Why are you walking around like this?"

Paridhi felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment.

" I... I just got out of the shower. I forgot to bring clothes" she stammered, unable to meet his intense gaze.

Abhimaan stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a firm click.

He moved closer to Paridhi, his presence dominating the space.

"Do you know how dangerous this could be?" he asked, his voice tight with barely controlled emotion.

"Anyone could have walked in"

Paridhi's eyes widened at the realization.

""I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't think..."she whispered, her voice trembling.

Abhimaan's eyes flashed with a mix of concern and possessiveness.

"Rani sa," he said, his voice low and intense.

He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

Abhimaan's expression softened slightly at her obvious distress, but his eyes remained stormy.

"Aapko sochna chahiye tha, Rani sa. Yeh mahal bahut bada hai. Yahan naukr-chakar bhi hain. Agar koi aur aapko aise dekhta..."

You should have thought, Rani sa. This house is very big. There are servants here too. If someone else had seen you like this...

He left the sentence unfinished, his implication clear.

"Ham nahi chahte ki kisi aur ki nazar aap par pade. Chahe woh naukar ho ya koi aur."

"I don't want anyone else's eyes on you. Be it a servant or anyone else."

Paridhi felt tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't meant to upset him or put herself in a compromising position.

It was all so new, so overwhelming. A small sob escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Abhimaan's demeanor changed instantly. His eyes widened in alarm, and he quickly closed the distance between them.

"Shh, mera bachcha!"

He said softly, his hands hovering near her shoulders, not quite touching.

"Hamara aapko darane ka irada nahi tha."

I didn't mean to scare you.

Paridhi looked up at him, a tear escaping down her cheek.

Abhimaan gently wiped it away with his thumb, his touch feather-light against her skin. His touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Aap Hamari hain, pari,"

You are mine, Pari

He said, his voice husky with emotion.

"Sirf hamari."

Only mine.

Paridhi's breath caught in her throat at his words. The air between them felt charged, electric.

Abhimaan's hand was still cupping her cheek, and she found herself leaning into his touch almost unconsciously.

"Rana sa," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if steeling himself.

When he opened them again, they were dark with an emotion Paridhi couldn't quite name.

"Aapko kapde pehen lene chahiye,"

You should get dressed

He said, his voice husky.

"Ham bahar intezaar karenge."

I'll wait outside.

But he didn't move. They stood there, frozen in the moment, neither willing to break the connection.

Paridhi could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely him.

Finally, Abhimaan took a small step back, his hand falling away from her face. Paridhi immediately missed his warmth.

"Jaldi kijiye,"

Hurry up

He said softly.

Paridhi felt a shiver run through her at his words. Still she nodded, unable to form words.

Abhimaan turned and walked to the door, but paused before opening it.

He looked back at her, his eyes intense.

"Aur Pari,"

And Pari

He said, his voice low.

"Aage se dhyaan rakhiyega. Aap ab sirf hamari hain, aur ham apna haq kisi se nahi batenge. Ham nahi chahte ki koi aur aapko aise dekhe."

Be careful from now on. You're only mine now, and I won't share what's mine with anyone. I don't want anyone else to see you like this.

He left the room, leaving Paridhi standing there, her heart pounding and her mind reeling from the encounter.

She clutched the towel tighter, suddenly very aware of her state of undress and the effect it had on her husband - the King of Rajasthan.

As she moved to get dressed, Paridhi couldn't shake the feeling that she had just glimpsed a side of Abhimaan that both thrilled and terrified her.

She was no longer just Paridhi she was the Queen, and her King had made it clear that she belonged to him alone.

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