As the sun continues to rise, casting a golden hue over everything, I can't help but let a small smile escape as I watch Mahir move about the terrace. There's a calmness to him this morning, a serenity that's rare. But beneath that calm exterior, I know his mind is always at work, always planning, always protecting.

He's my saint, and I would do anything to ensure his safety-even if it means taking matters into my own hands.

"I have a meeting I need to attend, little fox," he murmured.

I shifted in his arms, my expression immediately becoming more serious. "A meeting? Now?" My fingers trailed down his bare chest.

"Yes, now," he confirmed, brushing his lips over my forehead as he prepared myself to step away. My hand remained firmly against his chest, anchoring me in place for a moment longer. I pull back and he moves towards the stairs.

"Saint!" I call out, stopping him in his tracks. He turns to look at me, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I'm wearing your shirt. Give me a minute; I'll change so you can have it back."

I see the amusement flash in his eyes as he walks back towards me. "And you think I'm going to let you change, little fox?" he teases, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that way that always makes my heart skip a beat.

"But you need it for your meeting," I insist, already moving to unbutton the shirt. "You can't go out there without a shirt."

He catches my hands, stopping me. "I don't need it," he says, his voice gentle yet firm. "And...Let them see me like this..I look hot" He says in a teasing tone.

My eyes darken with possessiveness at his words "No" I say firmy "no one else is allowed to see you like that. That's only my right"

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "And you're the only one who ever will," he whispered, my voice carrying the weight of the promise. My resolve seemed to waver slightly, but I was determined.

"Besides," he adds, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, "the shirt looks better on you."

I can't help but laugh, a soft, genuine laugh that bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me.
"Don't worry I have other shirts at the office, you keep this on".

This man, my saint, has a way of disarming me in ways no one else can. But even as I smile, there's a small part of me that can't shake the worry.

I know Mahir has enemies, powerful ones who would do anything to bring him down. And while I trust him completely, I can't help but feel the need to protect him, just as fiercely as he protects me.

"Are you sure?" I ask, my voice softening as I search his eyes for any hint of doubt.

He nods, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Positive. You keep the shirt, little fox. I'll be just fine."

His confidence is infectious, but that protective instinct inside me won't let go. I know what he's capable of, the lengths he'll go to protect what's his. And I know the world he moves in-dangerous, cutthroat, and filled with people who would do anything to see him fall.

But they don't know who they're dealing with. They don't know what I'm capable of either. If anyone thinks they can harm him, they'll have to go through me first. I've already proven that I'm not to be underestimated. I burned down a factory just to see the tension lift from his shoulders. I'm not afraid to do it again if I have to.

As Mahir leans in to kiss me, a soft, lingering kiss that promises his return, I know that whatever comes, we'll face it together. His enemies are nothing compared to the bond we share, the unyielding desire that ties us to each other.

After all, he's my saint. And I'll protect him, no matter what.

As he pulls away, a small smile plays on my lips, even as my mind continues to turn. There's something I need to do, something that will ensure his safety while he's out there. But for now, I'll let him go, trusting that he'll return to me just as he promised.

Because I know this much for certain: no one touches my saint. And if anyone dares to try, they'll regret it.

As he turns to leave, I hear my phone buzz from across the room. I grab it, and the moment I see the name flashing on the screen, my blood runs cold.

Rudra Oberoi.

Without a second thought, I answer the call, my voice calm and steady, masking the anger bubbling beneath the surface.

"What do you want?" I demand, my tone sharp enough to cut glass.

A sinister laugh echoes through the line, but it doesn't faze me. "Ah, Ritika, always so fiery. You know, it's not too late to reconsider your alliance. Mahir might not be able to protect you forever."

The audacity of his words sends a chill down my spine, but I refuse to let him see my fear. "Don't you dare take my saint's name from your dirty mouth," I spit out, my voice low and threatening. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in his mind, trying to decipher the depth of my conviction. "Is that a threat, darling?"

"It's a promise," I reply, my tone icy. "And trust me, Rudra, if you even think about coming near him, I'll show you just how far I'm willing to go."

I hang up before he can respond, my hands trembling slightly as I place the phone back on the table. I won't let them get to him. I'll protect Mahir, no matter what it takes.

Because at the end of the day, he's not just my saint-he's my everything. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep him safe.

P. S - this is not made by me but a friend on Instagram ink_writess
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AN : Very important guys..
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