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Maya swallowed anxiously. What about her? Her nightmare stemmed from the auction fear and Adira. But what had he dreamt to affect him so?
“I saw you cold, lifeless...dead,” he said heavily, face reddening. Maya took his hand comfortingly but didn't interrupt. His openness was rare. “And you died because of me - that's what hit me most,” he added regretfully.
She was confused why he would dream that.
“You warned me not to take revenge, but I killed Dev Malik like I intended to, and you saw that. My victory became my biggest loss. I couldn't save you from slipping away.” His voice choked up. “One damn dream I'll never forget.”
Slowly she understood - it had been a terrifying nightmare. Maya touched his cheek gently.
“I'm alive and not going anywhere yet. Our life's just begun; we have a long way to go.”
Her words strengthened him some.
“I don't forbid Dev Malik's punishment,” she clarified. “Just get solid proof and use proper channels. Don't let revenge rule your future. You deserve more, Ranveer.”
Ranveer took in her words thoughtfully. She was right - he had to be careful, not rush. Having a partner to explain his mistakes so wisely was new. Maya was proving valuable already.
Seeing the tension leave his face, she knew he understood. Now they had to move past it.
“I want to get some things from the market before we leave for Jaipur tonight,” she said.
Ranveer nodded. “Take Aisha along.”
“I will.”
She stepped down from the bed and headed straight for the shower. Ranveer took a deep breath, contemplating the upcoming events. They were getting married in a traditional ceremony tomorrow. He wasn't usually one to patiently follow rituals, but for Maya, he was willing to do anything. He couldn't wait to see her in her bridal attire, and she had no idea yet who the designer was. It was Roshni Kundra. After all, they had met at one of Roshni's fashion shows, which he had sponsored, and Maya had been the event manager. He had troubled her so much. He couldn't remember when he had fallen for her simplicity. He had hated to acknowledge his feelings for her then and now… his entire world revolved around her. What had he become?
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Maya sincerely began packing her bag in the morning after her shower. Although she was now married to Ranveer, the traditional rituals had been absent, but they would be fulfilled tomorrow. She would finally wear the Mangalsutra and Sindoor, symbolizing their union. On social media, there was a lot of commotion, with people tagging both Maya and Ranveer's social accounts and wishing them for their wedding. Many were attempting to tarnish Maya's character, claiming that she had easily trapped a wealthy tycoon like Ranveer, despite not being his type. However, there were a few who genuinely admired them as a couple, appreciating their differences. Maya didn't care much about the opinions of others. People would always have their judgments, and she couldn't prevent them all from gossiping. This was the downside of being rich and famous - constantly being watched and under the scrutiny of others.
“Ma’am,” Laura entered the room after knocking, interrupting Maya's train of thought. “Sir wants you in his room urgently.”
“Now?”
“Yes, Ma'am.” Laura flashed her usual smile and walked out, passing on the message.
Maya quickly packed her bags and hurried to his room. He was standing in front of the dressing mirror in black shirt and trousers, ready to leave, but he wasn't wearing the waistcoat. He saw her reflection in the mirror and turned around. That's when she noticed that he hadn't buttoned up his shirt completely. The top three buttons were open, revealing a wide view of his chest.
“Hey… Uh… Do you know how to sew?” he asked.
“Sew?” she fixed her gaze on him.
“This.” He showed her a button that he had been holding in his fingers. “I need you to sew it back on. I don't want to change this shirt.”
Maya swallowed the sudden tightness in her throat. She moved closer, taking the button from Ranveer's outstretched hand. Her fingers brushed his palm lightly, sending a spark through them both. Ranveer watched her intently as she prepared to sew, admiring the grace of her movements.
“Take off your shirt,” she muttered.
Ranveer smirked teasingly.
“I've been dying to hear that from you.” He took a step towards her, and she moved back. “What are your intentions, Mrs. Maya Malhotra?”
“I have no such intentions. Unless you take off your shirt, how will I sew it?” She almost stammered before completing the statement.
“Like other dutiful wives do,” he answered arrogantly and stopped pursuing her. “I am not taking it off.”
She pushed aside all other thoughts and considered it. To sew the button, she would have to get close to him; it was his plan. He was purposely doing this. Ranveer clicked his fingers to get her attention.
