It was 9:27 PM when Officer Reyansh Rathore returned home after his final security patrol around Officer Colony — the massive government building housing over 500 elite officers like him.

His boots echoed through the marble-floored corridor of Block Penthouse 484. He’d just finished briefing his subordinates, had a quick word with the security team, and done his regular round on all floors to ensure everything was fine. It had been a long, exhausting day — filled with paperwork, patrol, and the usual chaos of his duty as an IPS officer.

But the moment he unlocked the penthouse and stepped inside, a different kind of chaos awaited him.

The flat was silent. Too silent.

No Bollywood music playing in the kitchen. No sound of utensils. No humming. No “Reyanshhhhh, you’re late again!”

Nothing.

That’s when he noticed the warm vanilla scent floating in the air. The lights were dimmed low, the curtains drawn, and the entire room had a strangely romantic atmosphere.

He placed his cap and gun belt on the table, loosening his top two shirt buttons when suddenly—

“AAAHHHH!”

A dramatic scream pierced the silence.

Reyansh barely had time to react before Siya, his fiery wife of 6 months, burst out of the bathroom—drenched and glowing, wrapped in only a towel, with water dripping down her wet hair, sliding along her collarbones, and trailing over her thighs.

His eyes widened.

She pointed a finger at him as if he’d committed a high-level crime.

“You saw me naked!!!”

He blinked, frozen. “WHAT? I just entered!”

“You’re not supposed to see me like this!”

“Siyaaa… you’re my wife!” he said in disbelief, trying not to laugh.

She gasped dramatically. “Wife or not! You entered without knocking! And now…” —her voice dropped an octave— “...you’ll be punished.”

Before he could even breathe, she launched herself at him.

“SIYA?!”

With the towel barely holding on, she tackled him like a wrestler onto the bed. His police shirt buttons popped off as she straddled him, eyes blazing with mischievous fire.

“You’re under arrest, Mr. Rathore.”

“For what crime?!”

“For entering the danger zone without permission.”

“And what's the punishment, officer Siya?” he smirked.

Suddenly, her towel dropped.

His smirk vanished. His soul left his body for a few seconds.

“I—I—I need backup,” he whispered.

“Nope,” she grinned devilishly. “Tonight you’re all mine.”

She pinned his wrists down above his head, her petite frame shockingly strong despite him being double her size.

“Siya—S-Siya I just came from patrol—!”

“Exactly,” she cut in. “I missed you. And now I’m going to make sure you never leave for duty again without remembering who you belong to.”

His heart raced. “Is this even legal?”

She bent down, lips brushing against his ear.

“It’s marital law, Reyansh. I make the rules.”

And just like that, his punishment began.

Minutes passed. Then hours. The officer was helpless.

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11:04 PM

Reyansh lay on the bed like a dead soldier after war. The blanket was wrapped around his lower body, his chest glistening with sweat, hair messy, lips parted as he panted.

“I… can’t feel… my legs…” he groaned.

Siya was beside him, wearing his shirt now — buttoned wrong, looking extremely proud of herself. She leaned over him, placed a soft kiss on his chest and said with an innocent smile—

“Justice served.”

Reyansh turned his head slowly, eyes barely open. “You’re… a criminal…”

She giggled. “You loved every second of it.”

“I was just trying to breathe,” he mumbled. “But you kept taking my breath away—literally.”

He tried to sit up, but his body gave up. “Cancel my morning duty. I’m disabled now.”

Siya laughed so hard she rolled off the bed. Then stood up and declared proudly, “Officer Siya Rathore has officially broken the IPS lion.”

“You didn’t break me…” he replied, closing his eyes with a soft smile.

“You just reminded me why I rush home every night.”

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Next Morning

Reyansh limped into the kitchen, still sore.

“Do we have painkillers?”

“Nope.”

“Can I file a complaint against you?”

“Nope.”

“…Can I get a kiss?”

Siya wa

lked over, tiptoed, and kissed his cheek gently.

“Only if you promise to come home early again tonight.”

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