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“You already know.” Her eyes dance with mischief as she bites her lip.

I smirk, tilting my head slightly. “Come here.”

But Simran, bold as ever, doesn’t budge. Instead, she leans back against the dressing table, her hands resting on the edges, crossing one leg over the other.

She remains by the mirror, challenging me with those dark eyes. “Say it nicely first.”

I exhale slowly, my jaw tightening. She loves defying me. She lives for making me lose control. And she knows exactly what she’s doing to me now.

I give her a dark, knowing look. “If I come there… you know this is going to end harder than you can imagine.”

Her breath hitches slightly, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she tilts her chin up, her lips parting in the most tempting way. “Maybe I love it when we do it the hard way.”

That’s it.

In three strides, I reach her, my hands gripping her waist as I pull her flush against me. My fingers slide up the smooth skin of her thigh, hitching her leg around my waist. My mouth claims hers in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasp of pleasure.

She responds just as fiercely, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging me closer. Her body presses into mine as if she’s trying to mould herself against me. I feel her nails scrape lightly down my chest, undoing the first button of my shirt, then the next. My blazer slips off my shoulders, falling to the floor as her hands roam my body.

I growl into her mouth, gripping the sash of her robe and tugging it loose. The satin slides off her body and pools at her feet, revealing every inch of her flawless skin. My fingers dig into her hips as I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the bed.

She gasps as her back meets the mattress, her maroon lingerie barely clinging to her body before I slip it off her and toss it aside. My shirt follows, then my belt and my pants. Her nails rake down my back as I press into her, our bodies burning, colliding, moving together in an unrelenting rhythm.

Just as I pause to sheath myself before sliding deep inside her, I murmur softly against her lips, “Where’s Veer?”

“Sleeping with Avika… in Devika’s room tonight,” she breathes, her voice raspy, her body arching beneath me as her fingers tighten around my shoulders.

“Good.” I grin against her neck, dragging my lips down her collarbone.

And then the words fade away, drowned in the sound of our moans and the heat of our bodies, as I make her mine over and over again.

My life is finally complete. For so long, I thought my father’s love was enough, that I wasn’t missing anything. But now, with Simran in my arms and Veer sleeping soundly under the same roof, I know exactly how wrong I was.

Despite Simran’s deceit, despite all the months she kept my son from me, there is no room left in my heart for resentment. Not anymore. The love I have for her, for Veer, eclipses all of that. The past is just that—the past. And my future with them is all that matters now.

I will give them the best life possible. I’ll be the father Veer looks up to, and the husband Simran can always rely on. I won’t let them down. And while I do that, I’ll also fulfil their dream of seeing me flourish in my political career.

When Dad asked me to step into politics, I agreed just to make him happy. But now that I’ve embraced this path, I realise this was my calling all along. I love what I do. I’ve found my purpose and I thrive on it. And I will continue to excel—both in my personal and in my political roles.

With Simran, Veer, and my father by my side, I know nothing can shake me. Nothing can break me. I have everything I’ve ever wanted, and I will protect it with everything I can. I press a kiss to Simran’s forehead, holding her closer, chasing our release, knowing with absolute certainty—this is only the beginning of the life we were always meant to have.

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