"Ahhhh.." Suman’s breath hitched as Rudra’s teeth grazed her throat, his broad frame pinning her against the wall—the rough sandstone biting into her bare shoulders. His lips trailed fire along her collarbone, each open-mouthed kiss drawing a shiver from her trembling body. One large hand slid beneath the delicate folds of her saree, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with deliberate, possessive strokes.

Before he could move further "Kya badtameezi hai, Rudra?" A woman’s voice, dripping with honeyed authority, cut through the haze. Rudra’s grip tightened for a fraction of a second before he slowly pulled back, his dark eyes flashing with irritation as he turned toward the voice. Suman gasped for air, her swollen lips still tingling from his assault, her saree disheveled where his rough hands had been moments before.