Published on:- 19/2/25 [Wednesday]
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"I'd rather put a bullet
through every woman
who looks at you than
let them think
you're anything but mine."

SUNAINA

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At the Khanna Mansion:-

Neil stared at his phone as his gaze unfocused and he was lost in thought. He took a deep breath as the weight of his emotions was pressing down on him.

Aashmaan, who had been lying down beside him, noticed the crease of worry on his face.

"Neil! If you are so worried about them, why don't you just call?", Aashmaan said in a gentle tone as her voice was laced with understanding.

Neil met her gaze and shook his head.

"No... I don't want to disturb them", He murmured, though his fingers lingered over the screen, betraying his hesitation.

Aashmaan smiled softly and moved closer as her warmth was radiating through the room. She gently took Neil's hand in hers. Neil's heart accelerated as her touch was both comforting and sincere.

"Thank you, Neil. For accepting Sunaina and letting go of the past", Aashmaan said in a quiet gratitude tone.

Neil's fingers tightened slightly around hers, acknowledging the depth of the moment.

"I did everything for you, for our son", Neil said and Aashmaan's gaze softened as she could understand the depth of his confession.

She squeezed his hand gently and her heart was swelling with both gratitude and sorrow for all that had been left unsaid.

Suddenly, Aashmaan's eyes shimmered with regret and unshed tears as she spoke softly, "I am sorry, without knowing Sunaina well. I cooperated with her, but trust me, I never imagined she would forcefully marry our son. My face blindness makes it worse".

Neil shook his head, "No, Love! Whatever happened, it happened for a reason."

Aashmaan's gaze met his and his eyes were reflecting acceptance rather than resentment as he continued to speak, "Maybe this was meant to be. Maybe Sunaina was always supposed to be a part of our family."

Aashmaan studied him for a moment before sighing softly. "I just hope we made the right choices".

Neil gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "We did what we thought was best. Now, we just have to trust that everything will fall into place".

Aashmaan smiled softly, teasing glint in her eyes as she said, "Finally, you are talking like my Neil Khanna".

Neil let out a small chuckle, shaking his head. "Love! Baby! Aashmaan! I was, I am, I will always be your Neil Khanna".

Aashmaan squeezed his hand gently, her heart was a little lighter now.

Suddenly, Aashmaan's smile faded as she looked at Neil, concern clouding her eyes.

"But you hurt Sunaina... and why did you even bring up divorce?", she asked and her voice tinged with disappointment.

Neil exhaled while leaning back slightly and he admitted, "I was testing them, mostly Nilay,"

"But why? We all know that Sunaina was hiding something from us. Big brothers (Rathore Brothers) told you that Sunaina is involved with the dark world but you always hurt her, mocked her and you never stopped at one point", Aashmaan said in a low angry voice.

A weak sigh escaped from his mouth as he explained, "Nilay never openly confessed his feelings or fully accepted Sunaina in front of us. He needed to be a man, to stand up for his love, his wife, and this marriage."

Aashmaan studied him for a moment before asking, "So... did he pass?"

Neil's lips curled into a proud smirk. "Yes. With flying colors," he said and satisfaction was evident in his voice.

Aashmaan raised an eyebrow as her tone turned serious, "And what about our company's rivalry in business with Sunaina's brother?"

Neil let out a small sigh, rubbing his temple. "Business is business, Aashmaan. Our company issues have nothing to do with Sunaina and her brother. But I won't deny that it's complicated things."

Aashmaan studied him carefully. "So, does that mean you are willing to let go of the rivalry for the sake of family?"

Neil smirked slightly and said, "Letting go? No. But I will handle it differently now. Sunaina is part of this family, and that changes things. However, we are still competitors, and that won't change unless one of us steps back or shifts the game entirely."

Aashmaan shook her head with a knowing smile as she teased, "Neil Khanna and his pride. Some things never change".

Aashmaan's voice dropped to a hushed tone while her eyes were searching for Neil's for answers.

"And her being a Mafia Princess... Her brother is the Mafia King of Scorpion Satan. Her hands are painted with blood," she said anxiously.

Neil's smirk faded and was replaced by a contemplative expression as he said, "When we were scared of guns, blood, and death, Aashmaan. Believe it or not, rightly or wrongly, we too have blood on our hands. Unfortunately, your husband is not saints, Love and you know this as well. We've played the game our own way, just not as illegally as them".

"I just want everyone to be safe and secure", Aashmaan said in a worried voice.

"Don't worry. Your husband will not let anyone harm our kids", Neil said with quiet determination.

A small, relieved smile touched Aashmaan's lips as she said excitedly, "Then I will hold you to that, Mr. Khanna."

Neil smirked while responding, "You always do."

Aashmaan sighed, leaning her head against his body. "I just hope Sunaina doesn't bring more trouble into Nilay's life. Her world... it's dangerous, Neil".

Neil exhaled sharply, while wrapping his arm around her, "She is already in his life, Aashmaan. Whether we like it or not, they are bound together. And Nilay, he is not a child anymore. He made his choice. His choice is his devilish wife".

Aashmaan looked at him, worried still clouding her features. "And what if that choice costs him everything?".

Neil's jaw tightened as he said in a cold tone, "Then we make sure it doesn't. I told you, Aashmaan, no one harms our kids. Not even fate".

Aashmaan's brows furrowed with unease as she said, "But someone is behind us, playing with us. Someone called the police".

Neil leaned back, unfazed. A slow smirk played on his lips as he replied, "Don't worry. The police know what to do and how to do it".

Aashmaan studied him, realizing the hidden meaning behind his words, "Neil... what do you mean?".

Neil met her gaze, his expression unwavering as he stroked her head lovingly. A small, knowing smile played on his lips.

"Nothing, love," he murmured. "Start preparing to welcome our daughter-in-law."

Aashmaan sighed as she was still unconvinced but choosing to trust him. She rested her hand over his and said, "I just hope we are truly ready for everything that comes with her."

Neil's eyes darkened slightly but suddenly his smirk deepened and he responded, "We will be. Because in the game of love, thirst, fate and blood, Baby... the Khannas never lose."

***

On the other hand, Sunaina sneezed loudly and broke the intensity of the moment. Nilay's eyes widened in panic as he quickly tightened his grip on her.

"Wife! Are you okay? Damn it, we've been standing in the rain for too long!" he scolded himself and his eyes were full of worry.

Before she could respond, Nilay suddenly sneezed just as loudly.

Sunaina blinked before bursting into laughter.

"And here I thought you were the strong one," she teased while wiping raindrops from her face.

Nilay huffed while rubbing his nose. "You are the one who got me sick, Wife. Now, we are both doomed."

She rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "Then let's go inside before we both catch a fever."

Nilay didn't waste a moment, his grip tightening around Sunaina as he lifted her effortlessly into his arms while ignoring her protests.

"My whole heart", Sunaina whispered.

"No more arguments. You are staying warm, and that's final", Nilay replied curtly.

Sunaina sighed but rested her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

Nilay carried her swiftly through the mansion while his mind focused on one thing only: making sure she was safe, warm, and well taken care of.

The members of Scorpion Satan bowed their heads respectfully, their expressions solemn yet filled with unwavering loyalty.

Jaikesh who was standing at the front, immediately stepped forward.

"Princess! Prince! Are you fine?", Jaikesh called out enthusiastically while his sharp eyes were scanning them for any signs of injury.

"Buba! I'm fine. Meet my husband, Nilay", Sunaina said to Jaikesh.

She then turned to Nilay, "Husband, he is Buba, the eldest member of my maiden family."

Jaikesh gave a respectful nod to Nilay while his gaze shifted between them both, acknowledging the introduction with a slight smile.

Sunaina sneezed again and Jaikesh's eyes widened as he immediately instructed, "Go to your bedroom. I'll send soup for you. Take a warm shower and wear warm clothes."

While Jaikesh was still talking, Nilay had already carried Sunaina to the bedroom.

Suddenly, Trex stepped in and dragged Jaikesh away and said, "Soup."

Jaikesh's eyes widened in realization. "Soup? Yes, yes. I forgot!" he quickly responded, hurrying off to prepare the soup.

They entered the bedroom and Sunaina pointed at the washroom. Nilay took her there as he carefully placed her on her feet, but his hands lingered on her waist, pulling her close.

The heat between them was undeniable. Sunaina's heart raced as she looked up at him and her breath was catching in her throat.

Nilay's gaze darkened with desire as he traced his thumb across her cheek as his voice was low and filled with intensity.

"You are cold. Let's warm you up", he murmured while his lips were brushing against her ear.

Without another word, he turned on the shower, making sure the water temperature was perfect.

Steam quickly filled the room, and Nilay moved closer to her, unbuttoning her clothes with a calm but urgent motion.

He was careful as his hands were gentle yet purposeful and his eyes were never leaving hers.

Once she was undressed, he helped her step into the shower, his fingers lingering on her skin as the warm water cascaded down, enveloping her in its embrace.

Nilay started unbuttoning his shirt and then discarded his clothes as well.

Then he followed her in, his body now close against hers, their skin slick with water as he wrapped his arms around her.

Sunaina let out a soft gasp as Nilay's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss.

The heat of the water, the closeness of their bodies, and the intensity of their connection sent a wave of electricity through her.

Her hands wandered to his naked chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.

Nilay pulled back for a moment, his forehead resting against hers.

"You are mine. I won't let you go again", he whispered and his voice was filled with raw emotion.

Sunaina's fingers threaded through his wet hair, pulling him back into another kiss. She could feel the storm of emotions swirling between them, the longing, the passion, and the unspoken promise of forever.

They lost themselves in each other, the outside world forgotten as they stood beneath the warm water, wrapped in each other's embrace.

Sunaina shivered slightly under the warm spray of the shower, her body pressed against Nilay's. His hands rested on her waist, fingers tracing slowly, deliberate circles against her damp skin.

Suddenly, an unknown, unexpected and unwanted fear erupted in her chest that she could not shake.

"You don't belong in my world, Nilay. Your hands are meant to hold a paint brush, not a gun. Your world is made of colors, mine is painted in blood", she whispered.

Nilay chuckled softly while his lips brushed against her ear. "And yet, you are the most beautiful piece of chaos I've ever seen".

He trailed kisses down her wet shoulder while murmuring, "A masterpiece drenched in fire and fury. Naina, do you really think a painter like me wouldn't be drawn to something so dangerously exquisite?"

Sunaina's fingers curled around his wrist, her nails digging slightly into his skin. "You should be afraid of my world."

Nilay tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Afraid?" He smirked as he continued to speak, "Afraid of the world which is ruled by a woman who stormed into my life like a bullet through canvas? Afraid of the queen of my heart who holds the world in her hands but still melts in my arms?".

He pressed a firm kiss against her lips before whispering, "Sunaina, I don't fear your world. I don't fear you because I crave you."

Her breath hitched. Her hands slid up his wet chest, over the hard ridges of his muscles, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. "You are insane."

"I am," Nilay admitted, his grip tightening around her hips as he pushed her against the cold tiles.

"Insanely in love with you", He said and She exhaled sharply, struggling against the flood of emotions his words brought.

She was never afraid of the blood, enemies and death but last night, something twisted in her heart. The sudden appearance of police and Tarana's hacked phone were ignited a fire of determination to stay away from him.

It was the truth that she was heartbroken and Nilay's appearance and words soothed her pain, healed her heart but still ..... Fear and anxiousness were making her scared, scared to lose him, Nilay.

"Nilay, my world will ruin you.", She said while taking a deep breath.

Nilay smirked while leaning closer and his lips were brushing against hers with agonizing slowness.

"Then paint me in your darkness, my queen. Let me be the one color in your endless night.", He said and the intensity in his voice made her tremble.

With a growl, she crushed her lips to his, claiming him the way she claimed the streets, with dominance, hunger, and unrelenting fire.

Nilay groaned while his hands were roaming her body, deepening the kiss as the steam swirled around them, sealing them in a world of passion, chaos, and an unbreakable bond.

He could see the fear in her eyes but he didn't care because he threw all his sanity long back, accepted his love and fate that was tangled with the mafia Princess.

Right now, the warm water cascaded down their bodies and all he could see, all he could feel, was her.

His Sunaina. His queen. The woman who held guns like they were an extension of her soul, yet trembled slightly under his touch.

They pulled away as their foreheads touched. They were breathless, filling their lungs with air. He cupped her face as his thumb traced the curve of her cheek.

"Do you even realize what you've done to me? You think you are made for blood and war, but Violet Sin, you are my peace, my sanity", he murmured as his voice was thick with emotion.

Sunaina swallowed hard and her usual sharp gaze softened for the first time.

"Nilay....", She whispered.

"No," he cut her off gently, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Listen to me. You can hold all the guns you want, command an army, own the night, but I will still be here, holding you like this. Loving you like this.", Nilay's love and his dedication was clear in his words.

Sunaina's breath hitched as his hands roamed down her back, slow, reverent. As if she were something precious, not the feared mafia Princess everyone bowed to.

"I'm not soft, Nilay," she whispered, almost as if she was reminding herself.

Nilay chuckled, pressing a kiss against the corner of her lips and said, "Who said I wanted you soft? I love you just as you are, sharp, dangerous and impossible".

His lips moved lower, kissing her jaw, her neck, savoring every inch of her while continuing, "But I won't let you keep pushing me away. Not anymore. We are together. We will always be together. No one can come between us"

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, as if trying to hold onto something she didn't want to lose.

"But what if I hurt you?", she whispered.

He pulled back slightly, locking his gaze with hers.

"Then I'll let you. Because I'd rather bleed for you than live without you", he said in an intense tone.

Sunaina closed her eyes, overwhelmed. But Nilay wasn't done. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, slowly, reverently, worshipping her the way a painter admired his most breathtaking masterpiece.

"Let me love you, Mrs. Nilay Khanna. Let me be the color in your darkness, the warmth in your cold world. Let me be yours, forever", Nilay murmured softly.

And this time, when she kissed him, it wasn't just passion. It was surrender.

It was a claim, a claim of the DEVIL.

It was a contract, a contract with the ANGEL.

Sunaina's breath was uneven as she pulled back slightly, her fingers still tangled in Nilay's damp hair.

His deep brown eyes were dark with emotion as he looked at her.

"You paint with colors. I paint with blood" she whispered.

Nilay smirked, tilting her chin up. "And yet, Sunaina, you're the most beautiful masterpiece I've ever seen."

His lips brushed against hers, teasing, testing, before he kissed her again as it was deep, slow and consuming.

She shivered, not from the cold, but from the way his hands roamed over her body, memorizing every inch of her as if she would disappear.

"You drive me insane", she muttered, biting his lower lip in retaliation.

Nilay groaned while pressing her more against the cold tiles as his body flushed against hers.

"Good! Because you own me, Wife. Every part of me. The painter, the lover, the man. I am yours", Nilay whispered against her mouth.

Her heart pounded wildly as Nilay said it with conviction, with devotion, with a love so intense it made her dizzy.

She exhaled sharply. "Then don't stop."

Nilay's eyes darkened. "I wasn't planning to."

And as the steam curled around them, as water dripped down their skin, Nilay showed her, slowly, thoroughly, endlessly, just how much he meant those words by swiftly entering into her cunt, making an intense, passionate love in the washroom, under the shower.

His thrusts were harder, deeper, wilder and intense than before as she was moaning in a mess, weathering under his passionate touches and obsessive desire.

His fingers traced the curve of her waist, his touch both possessive and reverent.

"You are fire, my wife. Chaos and blood, gunpowder and steel. And yet, here I am, a mere painter, trying to capture a masterpiece that refuses to be tamed", he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and teasing.

Sunaina's chest rose and fell, her eyes dark with desire.

"And you? You stain canvases with colors, while I stain my hands with blood. What kind of madness ties us together, Nilay?", she whispered, tilting her chin up.

He smirked, brushing wet strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering at her jaw.

"The kind that doesn't end. The kind that no force, not time, not fate, not even death, can erase", He replied and her breath hitched as he lifted her effortlessly as his hands were on her ashes, pressing her closer, his grip firm yet worshipful.

"I don't need a gun to own you. I already do", he rasped, continued kissing down her neck.

Sunaina shuddered, grasping his wet shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as heat pooled between them.

"Prove it," she challenged him.

And Nilay did.

At one last wildest thrust, he shot his hot seeds in her deepest centre of womb, while hitting her spot, causing her to moan and arched her body in pleasure.

She was in heaven.

They were breathless but Sunaina knew it was just the beginning as Nilay's lips again crashed against hers, devouring every breath, every sound she made while he continued to swell in her pussy, stretching her walls.

It was painfully pleasurable.

She was addicted to his kisses, to his touch, to his seeds and loved to squeeze his dick through her vagina while wrapping her legs around his waist.

Her lips found her favourite spot on his neck and the next moment, she dug her teeth on his neck, stamping, marking him, painting him with her color of obsessive love.

Nilay groaned loudly as she continued to play and paint his body with her stamps. Her fingers pulled his nipples, causing him to groan madly.

She was teasing him, playing with his body that he loved to be his plaything.

The water continued to pour down their bodies, but nothing could cool the fire between them.

Nilay's hands slid down her back, gripping her thighs, adjusting her again, effortlessly while pressing her against the cold marble.

"I have spent my life painting beauty, but you.... you are my greatest masterpiece." he whispered and his voice was husky.

Sunaina gasped, her fingers threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.

"Then paint me, Nilay. Claim me in every way you can" she challenged, her voice was trembling with need.

A dark, possessive gleam flickered in his eyes. "With pleasure, my queen."

His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his grip tightened.

The love bites were beautifully crafted on their bodies, scattered like stars in the night, marks of passion, of obsession, of an unbreakable claim.

Nilay traced a fresh bruise on her collarbone with his fingers, his touch both reverent and possessive.

"Each one is a reminder that you belong to me." he murmured against her skin.

Sunaina smirked, her nails raking down his damp chest.

"Then I should leave my mark too," she whispered before biting down on his chest, making him groan.

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her closer as he pressed his forehead against hers, breathless yet insatiable.

"You already have, my queen. On my soul, my heart, my body, my every damn thought." he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

Every touch, every stroke was a declaration, an unspoken vow that she was his.... his obsession, his madness, his everything.

"But I want to paint you again", Sunaina said, trembling, surrendering to the passion that consumed them, knowing that no matter how dangerous their worlds were, in this moment, under the scorching heat of his love, she was utterly his.

Nilay chuckled darkly as he started thrusting wildly and at the last stroke, their bodies trembled and they cum together, painting each other with their fluids of love, passion, wildness and thirst.

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