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Ranveer nods. “I won’t give you a reason to take her away from me.”
Soon, other guests walk up to congratulate us. Ranveer greets each one of them with a polite smile and exchanges pleasantries while introducing each one to me, whereas my relatives make a beeline to communicate with him. It’s been a long time now, and my feet are killing me. Nonetheless, I plaster a smile on my face, knowing well that it is expected of me.
However, I see a shift in the atmosphere when Akshay comes to greet us. My eyes move from Ranveer to Akshay, not quite sure why there is suddenly an undercurrent of tension. The two don’t exchange a word and simply stare at each other.
“It’s time for us to leave,” Ranveer says when most of our guests begin to leave, and he holds out his hands for me.
Placing my hand in his, I nod wordlesslybefore leaving with him.
Chapter 15
Ranveer
This is not the first time I am entering my house with a woman by my side, yet, I’m quaking in my boots, as Alisha and I step into my private elevator that leads to my penthouse. While I am on cloud nine and content to have her in my space, a thousand thoughts are running through my head.Will she be comfortable living with me? Will she like my house? Will she give our marriage a chance once we start living under the same roof?Will she ever trust me with her heart?
The ding of the elevator draws my attention, and I realise we have reached my floor. Stepping out of the elevator, I usher her to my penthouse. Once we enter, my heart speeds up at an alarming rate.
“Welcome come home, Wifey,” I say and then place a kiss on her forehead.
Alisha lowers her eyes and a tinge of red creeps up on her cheeks. Without uttering a word, her eyes roam over the room. I try to see my house through her eyes. The breathtaking skyline is visible through the large window of the living room. Her eyes then move to the spacious living room with cathedral ceilings and stunning, tan leather furniture. Everything is tastefully done and is in a shade of darker palate, enhanced with noteworthy paintings by renowned artists, adorning the walls.
“It’s heavenly,” she gasps, jerking me from my thoughts.
Her eyes continue to look around with an awed expression on her face. Seeing that look on my wife’s face makes my heart swell with pride. I revel in the small victory. Maybe one day she will see me as her husband.
“There are two bedrooms on this floor while our rooms are upstairs. Come, let me show you,” I say, placing my hand on her lower back as I give her a quick tour of the house and then guide her up the stairs.
She nods her head and follows me a bit precariously as her heavy outfit slows her down considerably. I stop in front of the guest room that’s opposite mine. I want nothing more than to share my master bedroom with her as husband and wife. What I wouldn’t give to explore her delicious body! God, I can’t curb the thoughts that are running in my head where I am undressing her piece by piece. However, that isn’t the priority right now. She deserves so much better than my selfish desire. I won’t force her, no matter what my dick is demanding for. I know she is not ready for it. Time is what she asked me to give and that is what she will get. I didn’t know forbearance was my virtue until I met her. But for now, I am going to be patient. My wife can ask whatever she wishes for, and I’ll leave no stone unturned to fulfil her dreams. They say, one should do things that bring satisfaction and joy. I’m pretty sure my ultimate goal in life is to make her happy every single day because there’s nothing as satisfying for me as to see her perfect smile and her beautiful eyes sparkling with joy.
I realise Alisha is standing there, wringing her fingers, looking at me with dubiety lurking in her eyes. Shaking out of my daze, I open the door, and we step into the room. My wife doesn’t know that I paid a hefty amount of money to get this room renovated in such a short span. And looking at the admiration on her face, I feel every penny spent is worth it.
A huge master king-size bed with a solid wooden bedframe occupies the centre of the room. A matching dresser is sitting in the far corner, next to the window. The walls are painted a blue-silver colour and the bedding matches the decor perfectly. The pictures on the walls are all hand-painted country scenes, something I instinctively picked when I saw them in an art gallery. There are two giant oversized chairs. The staff has also arranged her stuff in the huge closet adjoining the bathroom.
“Do you like this, or do you want something bigger…”
“No, I love this,” she beams and walks further into the room. I follow behind her as she opens the door of the walk-in closet. Her brows knit as she takes in the new clothes, bags, and shoes that I asked one of my staff to fill in. She turns and looks at me quizzically.
“These are all for you.” I smile and cup her cheek gently.
Her eyes widen. “All these?”
The fact that she seems amazed by small things, surprises me. Hell, I want to give her everything just so that I can see her reaction every single time.
I smile and nod my head. “All these and many more.”
She shakes her head vigorously. “I don’t need all this expensive stuff. I have my clothes. Please return these.”
I give her a stern look, letting her know that she has no choice but to accept them. “Of course, you have your own stuff, but these are gifts from me.” I understand she feels obliged and wants to draw a line on me spending money on her. What she needs to understand is she doesn’t need to feel that way. Everything I own is hers. And I will not deter from giving her the world. I guess she will have to get used to it.
“But….” she begins. However, I silence her by placing my fingers on her lips, while our gazes stay connected.
“The clothes and other stuff stays.”
“Fine.” She abruptly takes a step back. “Can we call it a night? I am tired and just want to rest my eyes,” she murmurs, refusing to meet my eyes.
I chuckle at the way she is affected by me.
“You can, Sweetheart. My room is opposite yours. Let me know if you need anything. The house staff is usually here in the morning, and they stay through the day.”
