Page 174 of Illicit Games

I smile as he kisses my forehead after looking me all over. His gaze flicks over my head just as Kian joins my side.

“Son,” my father greets him. “Give me a hug.”

Kian obliges, making my heart full.

“Congratulations to both of you,” my dad says proudly. “Both of you deserve each other.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I meet the rest of our guests, hugging and thanking them as they congratulate Kian and me. All of us walk to our home to open a bottle of champagne.

There’s a permanent grin on my face as our living room fills with laughter and jokes. I give the girls a tour of the place and another moment to admire my ring. The diamond matches the one on my necklace, which Kian gifted me on our trip to Seattle.

They also show the recording they made of Kian and me when he proposed, which makes all of us shed a few years at how romantic and perfect it was.

When we return to the drawing room, I make my way to my man.

“Hey, fiancé,” I tease him.

His lips tip up on the sides as he curls an arm around my waist. “Hey, soon-to-be Mrs. Singhania.”

I blush, loving the sound of it.

Judging by the lust darkening his stormy eyes, he loves it too.

“I don’t want to wait too long for the wedding,” he utters possessively.

“Me neither.”

“So, next month?”

“Are you crazy?” I sputter. “I need more time to plan it, Kian.”

“We’ll hire a wedding planner. They can make it happen.”

“My lehnga won’t be.” I pout. “Give me at least three months.”

“Two.”

“Kian.” He doesn’t budge. “Fine. Two.”

Pleasure swarms his rugged face. “Good girl.”

I shake my head, stifling my smile and gazing around the room. As I sneak a glance at Kian, he’s watching them too. A little bit of disbelief in his expression.

“You’re part of the family now, Kian,” I murmur. He stills, peering at me. “They are your people too.”

He squeezes my waist before reaching for my left hand and caressing his ring on my finger. “This is for forever, Rainbow.”

“Even death couldn’t steal me away from you, Kian. I’m yours for eternity.”