Rajveer's sharp jawline softened as his gaze lingered on Abhira — his jaan, his little troublemaker. Her delicate features rested peacefully against the pillow, her tiny hand clutching the edge of his shirt, as though afraid he’d disappear.

. He stirred slightly, only to feel the absence of her usual embrace. A pout formed on his lips as he glanced down at Abhira, who was sound asleep, her legs curled away from him.

Frowning, he shifted carefully and reached for her leg, gently placing it over his own. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as though afraid she would disappear. Yet, even in her slumber, Abhira instinctively pulled away, her leg slipping from his hold.

Rajveer blinked in disappointment, his heart sinking. Childishly, he nudged her shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her leg, which once habitually tangled with his, was nowhere near him. Rajveer frowned, a childish pout forming on his lips.

"Jaan," he mumbled to himself, his fingers brushing a stray curl from her face.

Unable to resist, Rajveer carefully lifted her small leg and draped it over his own, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. A content sigh escaped him.

But within seconds, Abhira stirred, her tiny nose scrunching. She shifted away, sliding her leg back, leaving Rajveer cold.

Rajveer blinked in disbelief. A dramatic, exaggerated pout overtook his face. He nudged her lightly, his voice dipping into a sulky tone.

"Jaaan, why did you move your leg?"

Abhira groaned in her sleep, her lips trembling as she mumbled, "Hmm? Sleepy, Puchku."

"No, no, no! Jaan, wake up!" Rajveer shook her gently. "You always used to put your leg on me. Now you don’t and i couldn't sleep now !"

Abhira blinked her eyes open, drowsy confusion in her gaze. Her voice was small, almost innocent. "You used to get irritated, na? "

Rajveer’s lips parted, guilt flashing in his eyes. He remembered those moments. The times he would grumble about the heat or how restless she was in her sleep. But now… now all he craved was that warmth.

"But, but…" He stumbled over his words, his voice taking on a soft, almost whiny tone. "I can't sleep without it anymore, Jaan. It feels… empty. I don’t like it. Hugging you was my favorite, and now…" He paused, his voice breaking a little. "Now I can't sleep without my jaan's leg on me."

Abhira blinked, the corners of her lips trembling. Her Puchku never spoke like this before.

"Really, Puchku?" Her voice was hesitant, as if afraid he was teasing her.

"Really, really," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. "When you left, I used to hug Kian. But it wasn’t the same. He is my son and you are my wife."

Abhira giggled softly at the thought of their baby boy snuggled up with his grumpy mafia king father. "He’s a little Puchku, just like you."

Rajveer sighed dramatically. "But I wanted my jaan. You also didn’t sleep when i was not there with you ,right?"

Her eyes lowered, the sadness visible in their depths. "... I missed you, Puchku. I wanted to hug you and sleep on your chest like I always did."

He cupped her face, brushing away the tear that threatened to fall. "Then do it, Jaan. Please."

Without another word, she moved closer, her small leg finding its rightful place on top of his. Rajveer's arms wrapped around her protectively as she snuggled into his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart.

"Puchku?" she whispered sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"Will you hug me like this every night now?"

"Forever, Jaan." He kissed the top of her head,

But then, something caught her attention.

Her wide, curious eyes zeroed in on Rajveer’s bare chest. Without thinking, she reached out and pinched it.

"Ahh! Jaan!" Rajveer groaned, his body jerking at the sudden sensation.

Abhira gasped, quickly hiding her face in his chest, her tiny hands clutching his shirt like a child who had just been caught stealing cookies. Her giggles vibrated against his skin, making Rajveer's lips twitch into a smirk.

"Jaan," he teased, his voice low and raspy, "Did you just punch me ?"

Abhira stayed hidden, muffling her laughter. "N-No… Puchku!"

"Liar," he growled playfully, his fingers tracing circles on her back. "You pinched my chest . And  now you’re hiding in my chest,’ huh?"

"Mmm!" Abhira nodded, her small giggle escaping. "Your chest is my safe place!"

Rajveer’s cheeks flushed slightly as he tilted his head, his grin widening. "Is that why you kissed it that night too? Want to try again, Jaan?"

Abhira froze. Her giggles halted.

"W-What? No! I didn’t!" she stammered, pulling away to glare at him. Her face was now a vibrant shade of pink. "I don’t remember anything!"

"Oh, really?" Rajveer drawled, his mischievous smirk deepening. "Jaan, you don’t remember how you left those marks on my chest? And how I caught you checking them the next morning? Muttering all angry and shy about how I ‘did things’ to you?"

Abhira’s eyes widened in horror. "Puchku!" she squeaked, covering his mouth with her hands.

But Rajveer’s laugh rumbled through his chest. "Busted, Jaan!"

"You are baaaddd!" Abhira pouted, her cheeks flaming. "How can you say all this? I’m angry now!"

She balled her fists and suddenly yanked at his hair, making Rajveer wince. "Ow! Jaan! What are you doing?!"

"I’m punishing you!" she huffed, landing small, harmless punches on his chest. "Bad Puchku! Stupid Puchku!"

"Jaan! Stop, stop! I’m sorry!" Rajveer whined, dramatically shielding himself. His big, powerful mafia king persona had now crumbled into that of a terrified husband.

And it wasn’t long before their noisy commotion drew the attention of the onlookers.

Standing outside the room, peeking through the small glass window, Rudransh and Aliya watched in amusement.

"look at that," Aliya whispered, stifling her laughter. " our big bro  is getting beaten up by his wife."

Rudransh chuckled. "Rajveer may be a mafia king to the world, but he’s still a husband, and every husband knows one thing —" He smirked, "No matter how powerful you are, you should always be scared of your wife. Even the gods follow that rule."

Back in the room, Rajveer childishly pouted, rubbing his sore scalp. "Jaan, I should be the one angry here! You’re the one who pinched me without permission!"

"So what?!" Abhira retorted, her arms crossed.

"You touched me !" She shouted

"You also touched me right?", rajveer argued

"It's your mistake Puchku,  why you let me touch you and why you touched me", abhiar argued

"Wahhh! First you touched me and now you are arguing that why did i let you touch you. If i touch you its my mistake and when you touched it's my mistake too?", rajveer innocently argued,  realising that abhira is showing her wife wibes

"You did things to me without permission too!"abhiar shouted

"No, I didn’t! I always asked for permission!" Rajveer shot back, his face heating up. "But you just— you— you pinched my chest  without asking!"

Abhira gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth again. "Puchku! Stop saying that word!"

" (Bolunga!, Bolunga!)will say! Will say !" Rajveer teased between muffled laughs.

"I hate you!" Abhira shrieked, her nose scrunching adorably. "And you know what? I won’t even let you enter my house now!"

Rajveer blinked. "Your house?"

"Yes!" Abhira huffed. "Rajvanshi Mansion is my home, not yours!"

Rajveer’s brows furrowed in confusion. "But… it’s my house too!"

"No, it’s not!" she declared stubbornly. "You can go buy a new house!"

Rajveer burst into laughter. "Why would I buy a new house when I already own Rajvanshi Mansion?"

"Wrong!" Abhira stuck her tongue out. "It’s my home!"

Just then, Aryan and Preeta entered the room, their expressions already filled with amusement.

"What’s going on here?" Aryan questioned, although his smile suggested he already knew.

Before Rajveer could speak, Abhira ran to Aryan, clutching his arm like a child. "Papa! Rajveer said Rajvanshi Mansion is his house!"

Aryan patted her head, pretending to be stern. "Rajvanshi Mansion is your home, Abhira. Not Rajveer’s."

Aryan turned to rajveer " it's my daughters home",he said firmly

"See!" Abhira cheered triumphantly.

Rajveer scoffed, arms crossed. "If she is your daughterthen whom am i , huh?"

A mischievous glint flickered in Aryan’s eyes. "My son-in-law."

Rajveer’s mouth fell open. "Seriously? You made me your  son-in-law ? Wahh papa! Apke bahu ko beti bana ne keliye aap ne apne bete ko damad banali"

Before anyone could respond, Riya walked in, holding little Kian in her arms. The baby giggled, his tiny hands reaching for his parents.

"Stop your arguments and concentrate on my little patija",riya said

"Muhhhaa!" Kian squealed, his eyes twinkling with joy.

Abhiar tuend towards kian nd ran to him

"Kiuuuuuuuuuuu", she cried and and took her son in her arms after a long time

She kissed his allover face

Kain giggled and hugged her

"Look, Kian!" Riya laughed. "Your dad’s losing an argument."

Rajveer groaned, while Abhira stuck her tongue out again.

"One day," Rajveer grumbled, his voice filled with playful frustration. "One day I’ll win."