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(Post dinner)

Zavian entered the room only to find Nuzhita sitting on the floor like a defeated soldier. Her clothes,charger ,makeup, shoes—everything she needed—were scattered across the bed and carpet. She was staring blankly at the open luggage, clearly annoyed.

Zavian exhaled softly.

"What happened, kiddo ? Why aren’t you packing? My room looks like you fought a mini-war in here…. You have to sleep early if you want  to wake up early. And I know my baby is a sleepyhead," Zavian said, dropping onto the couch.

Her head snapped up  .

She pushed herself to her feet, frustration written all over her face ,and mover towards him.

"What is this? I don’t want to go to Germany! My exams just ended today—you can’t just suddenly drag me with you tomorrow morning. I promised Nani I’d go to Spain after my exams!" she complained, then sank onto his lap with a dramatic huff.

Zavian wrapped his arms around her, adjusting her comfortably against him.

"I decided to take you with me before I leave,"he said, voice low but firm. "I kept you here because of your exams, and in these nine days.… you have almost killed me with your antics, your allegations, and your words."

He titled her chin up with one finger.

"And now you’re complaining about why I want to take you with me?"

He brushed a kiss over her temple.

"I have to go to Germany for twenty days. I’m not leaving you here alone to do something foolish again… right? It took a lot to fix your previous misunderstanding."

Her shoulder dropped.Guilt softened her expression.She lowered her gaze and whispered,"I know...."

Before she could more, he cupped her face,and continued.

"And before we  return to India , I’ll take you to Spain to meet your Nani. Promise."

Her face lit up .

Then his voice dropped—deep, teasing, dangerous.

"And…. you know what , I don’t want to punish you here. I’m going to punish you in my house ."

She stilled.

He leaned in, lips grazing her ear.

"Didn’t you say you’re sorry? You’ve been saying sorry since afternoon. Then be sorry properly.… and pack your things like my good girl."

He bit her earlobe lightly.

A  shiver rushed down her spine.

"W-what punishment…? I’m saying sorry… so why punishment?"she whispered, suddenly nervous. "And why do you need to take me there for punishment?"

"Secret," he murmured,lips brushing her jaw. "You’ll find out  tomorrow."

He stood up effortlessly, lifting her with him. Her legs curled around his waist automatically. He carried her toward the scattered  mess of her belongings and placed her gently on the bed.

"Now ," he said softly,'' let's pack ."

"I don't want to pack ." She said , crossing her arms.

" Do it for me ."

''Fine ,kiddo," he replied with  a small smirk ."I will do what you say today ."

Then —

He winked and brushed a soft kiss on her lips .

"But from tomorrow...you will have to do what I say ."

"In your dreams…" she rolled her eyes.

Zavian’s expression didn’t change—if anything, his smirk deepened.

"Let’s see, love," he murmured.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the explosion of her belongings across the bed and floor.

"Unbelievable,"he muttered under his breath. "How the fuck can one tiny girl create a disaster this big?"

"I heard that,"she snapped.

"I’m glad you heard that, baby," he chuckled.

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Moments later.

Zavian finally packed everything smoothly. He zipped the suitcase and placed it aside with a relieved exhale.

"Fuck…. finally done. Why do you need this many things? We’re not staying there forever,'' he said, walking back to her.

"Shut up… I’m just a girl…" she murmured defensively.

He sat on the bed, and she immediately crawled into his lap,her arms wrapping around him.

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

His eyes softened instantly.He cupped her face.

"I missed this version of my Nuzhit…"he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

Her voice broke as she spoke.

"Sorry… forgive me… I won’t do anything like that again. I’ll talk to you… I’ll fix the mess before I make it worse… I promise."

His arms tightened around her.

"I did miss you too…" she murmured.

Then ,slowly,she pressed her lips to his —a soft ,gentle ,apologetic kiss .

He responded immediately, tilting his head, his hands tightening around her waist. The warmth of her lips ignited something deep inside him—pain,anger, and a raw, aching desire.

He deepened the kiss. She moaned softly, and he took the opportunity, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He kissed her like a man starved,  and she met him in equal hunger, her own tongue tangling with his as her hands threaded into his hair, pulling him impossibly close.

Her body pressed against his, grinding desperately.

He pulled back just slightly, dark eyes locking onto hers, and smirked.

Then he captured her lips again—in a rough, demanding, possessive kiss that left her gasping.

When she gasped for air ,he tugged her lower lip softly, teasingly ,before letting his lips trail down her jaw and neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Zavii…" she moaned, her body arching as his teeth grazed her skin. He soothed the sting with the gentle press of his tongue.

Her movements grew faster, grinding against him, desperate for friction, soaked with need.

Then—his hands gripped her hips firmly, stopping her motion. A wicked smile curled over his lips.

He lowered her gently onto the bed, murmuring softly, "Sleep, love…"

"Zavii…." she let out a broken, needy whimper, reaching for him helplessly.

He pressed a slow kiss to her forehead, voice low, teasing, and rough. "Ache a little…you deserve it....it’ll be worth it."

She whimpered again, but before she could protest further, he pulled away, leaving her wet ,trembling, flushed.

"Sleep! We have an early flight…"he said, voice firm, before walking towards the balcony.