The sun cast a warm glow over the majestic city of Udaipur as Ishani wandered through the bustling streets, her heart heavy with the knowledge that this was her last day in the place she had come to love so dearly over the past month. 

She took in the sights and sounds of the vibrant city, knowing that soon she would be trading them for the romantic allure of Paris.

As she walked, memories of her time spent working with her idol, Amrita Pratap Singh, flooded her mind. 

The fashion house had been a whirlwind of creativity and inspiration, and Ishani had relished every moment of it. 

But it wasn't just the work that had made her time in Udaipur so special; it was the bonds she had formed with the Singh siblings.

Vyom and Yuvika had become her closest friends, their laughter and camaraderie lighting up even the darkest of days. 

And Yuvaan, with his quiet wisdom and gentle guidance, had become her most trusted advisor.

But amidst the warmth and affection of the Singh family, there was one person who was conspicuously absent from her thoughts – Yashvardhan Pratap Singh. 

Ishani couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him, the way her heart skipped a beat whenever he was near. 

She had tried to push her feelings aside, telling herself that she was not meant for love, that her past mistakes had tainted her soul beyond redemption. 

But Yashvardhan had stirred something within her, something she couldn't ignore.

As Ishani wandered through the lush rose garden of the Paradise Mansion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the beauty surrounding her. 

The vibrant colors of the roses danced in the gentle breeze, their fragrance filling the air with sweetness. 

She traced her fingers along the velvety petals, a smile playing on her lips as she marveled at the variety of hues and shapes.

Lost in the serenity of the garden, Ishani was unaware of the eyes that watched her from a distance, drinking in her every movement with a mixture of longing and desire. 

Yashvardhan stood on the balcony of his room, his gaze fixed on the girl below with an intensity that bordered on obsession.

For the past fifteen days, he had been consumed by thoughts of her, his mind constantly returning to the memory of their first meeting. 

He had tried to push her out of his thoughts, to focus on his responsibilities, but she had wormed her way into his heart, refusing to be ignored.

Yashvardhan was no stranger to the darker side of life; he had built his fortune on the back of his ruthless ambition and cunning intellect. 

Love had never been a part of his plans, a weakness he could ill afford in his cutthroat world. 

But then Ishani had walked into his life, a whirlwind of blue eyes and fiery spirit, and everything had changed.

He knew he should stay away from her, that getting involved with someone like her could only lead to heartache and disaster. 

But try as he might, he couldn't deny the pull he felt towards her, the way she awakened something primal within him that he had long thought dormant.

As Ishani continued to wander through the garden, Yashvardhan made a decision. 

He couldn't fight this any longer; he had to have her, consequences be damned. 

With a determined stride, he left the balcony behind and descended the stairs, his mind made up.

Tonight, he would make Ishani his, in every sense of the word.

And as he approached her, his heart pounding with anticipation, he knew that there was no turning back. 

She was his little vixen, his blue-eyed temptress, and he would stop at nothing to make her his own.

Isha, he said, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

She didn't needed to tell twice whose voice was this because he is the one who addressed her as Isha.

Ishani's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for answers she couldn't articulate.

I've missed you, Yashvardhan continued, his gaze intense. More than I ever thought possible.

Ishani felt her resolve crumbling in the face of his undeniable sincerity. 

She wanted to tell him how much she had missed him too, how she had spent every waking moment of her last day in Udaipur longing for him. 

But the words caught in her throat, trapped by the fear of rejection.

Before she could say anything, Yashvardhan closed the distance between them, his hands reaching out to cup her face. 

And then, with a tenderness that took her breath away, he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that spoke of promises yet to be made.

As they pulled away, Ishani felt a surge of emotion wash over her, filling her with a sense of hope she hadn't felt in years. 

She reciprocated his kiss with equal fervor.

Initially the kiss was tender and gentle but later it turned into fiery passion. 

They both were trying to dominate in the kiss because of their hot headed and prideful nature.

This is what makes them the fiery couple because they both have their fair share of sins.

The moment between Ishani and Yashvardhan was charged with an intensity that left them both breathless. 

As their lips parted, Ishani felt a rush of desire coursing through her veins, her senses heightened by the taste of him lingering on her lips. 

She struggled to catch her breath as Yashvardhan leaned in again, his kiss sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

But before they could lose themselves completely in the moment, the distant voices of Vyom and Yuvika shattered the spell, pulling them back to reality with a jolt. 

They hastily parted, their chests heaving with the effort to regain their composure.

Yashvardhan ran his thumb over Ishani's slightly swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own as he savored the taste of her on his tongue. 

You taste nice, he murmured, his voice low and husky. Cherry flavor suits you.

Ishani felt a blush creep up her cheeks at his words, a sensation she hadn't experienced in years. 

Yuvika's voice rang out through the garden, breaking the quiet with her urgent call. Bhai, did you see Ishani?

Yashvardhan, who had been standing with Ishani, took a step back, his eyes scanning the area before he replied, She's here with me.

Vyom, appearing behind Yuvika, added to the clamor, his voice even louder, Bhaii! Did you see Ishani di?

Yuvika winced, her annoyance evident as she shot a sharp look at her younger brother. 

Without hesitation, she delivered a swift kick to Vyom's foot, causing him to hiss in pain.

Don't shout, dumbo! Yuvika scolded, her voice firm.

Vyom rubbed his foot, glaring at his sister. Yuvika, what the hell?

Yuvika squared her shoulders, her expression unyielding. I am your elder sister, so behave.

Vyom, always one for theatrics, dramatically clasped his hands together, his eyes wide with mock innocence. 

Yuvika didi, will you kindly explain why you decided to kick your younger brother?

Yuvika rolled her eyes, unimpressed. 

I didn't kick my younger brother, I kicked the donkey.

Vyom's eyes widened in disbelief, and he turned to Yashvardhan with a pleading look. 

Bade bhaiya, look how she's torturing me!

Yashvardhan shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched his siblings' banter unfold. 

What are you two doing here? he interjected, cutting through the squabbling.

Yuvika's expression softened as she remembered their purpose. 

Oh, right. I almost forgot. Mom called us for dinner. I came to get Ishani, but now that you're here too, you might as well come and make yourselves at home. Consider this your own house and eat to your heart's content.

Yashvardhan's eyes narrowed as he watched Yuvika's retreating figure, her giggles echoing in the air. 

He turned his attention to Vyom, who stood before him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for his response.

Now what? Tuhje bhi kuch kehna hai? Yashvardhan's voice was laced with annoyance, his frustration evident.

Vyom shrugged nonchalantly. 

Nothing much, he replied casually, though a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. 

Just wondering... why are your lips red? And why was Ishani di standing behind you?

Ishani's eyes widened in panic at Vyom's question. 

She quickly wiped her lips, hoping to erase any evidence of their stolen moment.

Yashvardhan closed his eyes briefly, fighting to maintain his composure. 

First, he had wanted nothing more than to continue kissing Ishani, to lose himself in the intoxicating taste of her lips. 

But now, caught in the crossfire of his brother's curiosity, he was filled with frustration.

With a hard demeanor, he took a step towards Vyom, his expression stern. 

Sorry, bhai, Vyom stammered, his voice tinged with nervousness. 

I was just... I mean... your lips look really nice. Very beautiful.

And with that, Vyom turned on his heel and dashed away, leaving Yashvardhan to shake his head in exasperation. 

It seemed that no matter what he did, his siblings always found a way to tease him mercilessly.

As Ishani watched Vyom's hasty retreat, she couldn't help but chuckle softly

The tension of the moment dissipating in the warmth of their shared amusement. 

Despite the interruption, she couldn't shake the lingering thrill of their kiss, the memory of Yashvardhan's lips on hers burning bright in her mind. 

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The dinner at the Singh family mansion had been a delightful affair, filled with laughter, good food, and warm conversation. 

As the evening wore on, however, Ishani noticed the time ticking by, and she realized that it was getting late.

Amrita noticed Ishani's slight discomfort and turned to Yashvardhan with a smile. 

Yash, beta, why don't you drop Ishani at her hotel? It's quite late.

Yashvardhan nodded in agreement.

Ishani sat in the car beside Yashvardhan, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. 

She wanted to ask him about their relationship, but the words seemed to stick in her throat, suffocating her with their weight. 

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, wondering how she had transformed from the cocky, brash girl she used to be into this timid, uncertain version of herself.

Yashvardhan noticed her unease and, with a sigh, he stopped the car in the middle of the road. Ishani looked at him, surprised. 

Kya hua? she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Vo tum bataogi ki kya hua? he replied, his gaze searching hers.

Ishani hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. 

Mr. Singh, what is between us? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yashvardhan raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering in his eyes. What do you mean?

I mean, we kissed each other... two times, Ishani began, but she was cut off by Yashvardhan.

It's three times, little vixen your calculation is little weak, he corrected her with a smirk, a crimson hue appearing on Ishani's cheeks as she listened to him.

He started the car again, and soon they arrived at Ishani's hotel. 

Yashvardhan unbuckled his seatbelt and gestured for Ishani to follow him. 

They reached her room, and as she opened the door, he pulled her inside, trapping her against the door with his arms.

Ishani's heart raced as she looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. 

Yashvardhan lifted her chin with his fingers, his eyes filled with sincerity as he spoke.

Isha, I really, really like you. In fact, I love you, he confessed, and Ishani's eyes widened in astonishment. 

She searched his gaze for any hint of insincerity, but found only honesty.

I know hume mile hue zayada time nahi hua lekin trust me maine pehle kabhi aisa feel nahi kiya, kabhi meri raaton ki neend nahi udi, kabhi main itna bechain nahi hua lekin tumse milne ke baad yeh sab ho raha hai mere saath when I kissed you trust me that was the best moment of my life I really love you Isha I really do. And you know your blue eyes are the reason for me to fall for you.

He continued, pouring his heart out to her, telling her how she had changed him in ways he never thought possible. 

And when he kissed her again, she felt the truth of his words echoed in the depths of her soul.

Tears welled up in Ishani's eyes as Yashvardhan wiped them away gently, his lips seeking hers in a tender, passionate kiss. 

As they broke apart, he placed her hand over his heart, letting her feel the rapid beat beneath his chest.

You do this to me, Miss Raisinghania, he murmured, and Ishani felt a surge of warmth flood her heart.

But her insecurities crept back in, and she confessed her fears to him, telling him about her past, about her shortcomings. 

I am not someone you deserve Mr. Singh I am not pure, I am not the girl you deserve.

He says trust me little vixen there is no one in the world apart from you deserves me.

She says tum mere baare mein kuch nahi jaante 

He says koi baat nahi jaan jaaunga ek baar koshish toh karo

She says I had a boyfriend in my past 

I don't care about your past, I care about our future, he declared, his gaze unwavering as he cupped her face in his hands. I want to be with you, Ishani, no matter what.

She says I am not virgin Mr. Singh 

He looked at her amused and chuckles and says and you really think ki muhje iss baat se fark padta hoga, you are not virgin and I am virgin we'll balanced it out it really doesn't matter to me.

In the heat of the moment, Ishani couldn't resist the magnetic pull between her and Yashvardhan. 

With a surge of desire, she leaned in and captured his lips with her own, igniting a fiery passion between them. 

Their mouths moved together in perfect harmony, each kiss deepening the connection between them.

Yashvardhan smiled into the kiss, allowing Ishani to take the lead as she dominated him with her fervent desire. 

He savored the sensation of her hands cupping his face, her tongue exploring every crevice of his mouth, sending shivers down his spine.

As they lost themselves in the kiss, time seemed to stand still, the world fading away until there was only the two of them, locked in an embrace fueled by longing and need.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they stared at each other with a mix of desire and adoration.

This is our 5th kiss, little vixen, Yashvardhan murmured, his voice husky with desire. I hope you remember the correct number this time.

Ishani smiled, her cheeks flushed with color. 

I think I got it right this time, she replied playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

But just as they were lost in the moment, Yashvardhan's phone rang, shattering the fragile bubble of intimacy that had enveloped them. 

With a sigh, he pulled away reluctantly, glancing at the screen before answering the call.

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So they kissed 5 times but a stupid phone call disturbed them.....Let's see what happens after this.............

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