The morning in Officer Colony was lively. Sunlight filtered through glass balconies, and kids’ laughter echoed in the corridors. Housewives watered their plants, and gossip flowed hotter than chai.

Siya stepped out of Penthouse 484, dressed in a soft pastel saree, carrying a small grocery list. Her bun was loose, smile innocent — the perfect IPS officer’s wife.

But from the opposite side, trouble was already peeking.

Mrs. Kiran Aunty — a 35-year-old diva of the colony with way too much makeup and way too much interest in other people's husbands — spotted Siya.

“Oh hello, Siya beti!” she said, sipping her filter coffee with a dramatic wave. “Going grocery shopping again? You must be bored staying home all day na?”

Siya just smiled politely. “No, I like it. Peaceful.”

“Hmm,” Kiran smirked. “Your husband must be very… busy, no? That poor man barely gets any time with his wife, I suppose. IPS life is so stressful... if only they had someone mature to comfort them.”

Siya paused.

Was she just flirting with Reyansh, again?

She didn’t reply. Just gave a tight-lipped smile and turned away.

But fate was on her side.

Because just then…

A black SUV stopped right at the building entrance.

And out stepped him.

Reyansh Rathore.

IPS officer. 6 feet tall. In his uniform. Sunglasses on.

His presence? Loud even in silence.

And yes — he heard everything.

He walked past the guards like a breeze and came directly to Siya, wrapping his arm around her waist in front of everyone.

“Missed me?” he asked, lowering his sunglasses.

Siya blinked, cheeks red. “You’re early…”

“I wanted to see my wife’s face before anything else.”

Kiran Aunty's eyes widened, her fake smile slowly melting.

Reyansh looked straight at her. “Good morning, Kiran Ji.”

She blinked. “Oh… Officer Rathore… I was just—”

He cut in. “Worrying a lot about my married life, I see.”

“Uh, no! I was just—”

“You don’t have to. My wife takes care of me… perfectly.”

He kissed Siya’s forehead right there.

“She’s the only woman who gets my time, my mind, and every single heartbeat,” he added, with a calm smile that had danger written underneath.

Siya bit her lip, blushing so hard she looked away.

And Kiran? She turned back to her flat silently, her coffee cold and her plans ruined.

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Back inside their penthouse, Siya folded her arms.

“You heard everything, huh?”

Reyansh leaned closer, his lips brushing her cheek.

“Next time someone flirts with me, I’ll wear a board:

‘Belongs to Siya Rathore — do not even try.’”

She giggled. “Good. You’re mine.”

“And proud to be,” he whispered.

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