As the Rajput family enter your family's estate, everyone hugs each other. They haven't met in so long. Your father's eyes fall on Angad, and he laughs amusedly, walking to him and clapping him on the shoulder before hugging him. Angad hugs him back enthusiastically—they have a really great bond, almost like father and son. Your father breaks the hug and places both hands on Angad's shoulders, speaking with pride.

Father: You look stronger than you did last year, grown up so well... ahh, what am I saying? Mature and all of that, huh? He laughs heartily and pats Angad's cheeks proudly. Keep it up, Ranaji

Angad laughs and bends down to touch the elder's feet to take his blessings. Your father laughs and pats Angad's head, muttering blessings and wishes.

Everyone sits in the living room and starts talking. Bhadra chats with your younger sister. Angad smiles as he greets everyone, and finally when he sits down, his eyes instantly roam around to find that one person—his little woman, his baby, his jaan—the one he loves to annoy and make shy, red, and blushing.

Then he hears those familiar jingling of your anklets, your sweet giggles as you run down the stairs to meet his father. Vaikunth stands up and hugs you, kissing you on top of your head and caressing your curls. You and his father have the same close bond as he and your father have. You greet everyone and sit down right across from him. After some time, everyone gets busy talking and laughing with each other.

Angad and your eyes meet. Angad smiles mischievously at you, winking, while your cheeks go red. You look around, shuffling on your seat, making sure nobody saw. Then you cutely glare at him, pouting and poking your tongue out at him. After a while, you get up, casually smiling mischievously. Nobody pays attention as they're busy talking, but his eyes remain on you. You walk behind his seat, casually standing there before hitting him hard on the head and running to the hallway that leads to the big, ancient, royal garden behind. He frowns and gets up, instantly sprinting after you. He's wearing a black t-shirt and black classic trousers, his curls in a man bun low at his nape. The elders gasp and laugh at your bickering and chase. The families know about your love but enjoy the drama without saying anything, though they'll tease you relentlessly later.

You're laughing and running, peeking back occasionally. You stop when you reach a secluded corner of the garden. You pant, looking around, but don't see him, so you sigh, smiling in relief. Suddenly, you get pulled into the secluded hallway surrounded by ancient pillars—a place no one usually visits much in the palace, where even the servants rarely come. You're pinned firmly against the wall, your chest and torso pressed tightly against it but not enough to truly hurt you. Your right cheek is firmly pressed on the wall as you close your eyes, breathing heavily. Both your hands are pinned firmly on your lower back by one large muscular hand; you can't move a muscle in your hands or even your wrists, no matter how much you try to wiggle.

Angad smirks cockily, his voice loaded with playful arrogance as he leans against the wall with his left tattooed forearm. He makes sure you can see his tattoos and flexing muscles as he pins you. He leans close to your left ear—your right ear and cheek are firmly pressed against the wall—and you can smell his cologne: ocean, wood, mist, and something uniquely him. He whispers in a low, breathy, husky voice.

Angad: And where do you think... you... are running off to... He leans in close to your ear, blowing out a breathy whisper that makes you shiver as you try to wiggle free of his firm grip. He licks your earlobe slightly before muttering one of the titles for you that makes you blush. jaan