The party had reached its peak, with laughter and music filling the grand hall as guests mingled and celebrated. Mahir, ever the gracious host, had already made his rounds, ensuring that every guest felt welcomed and valued. But his mind wasn't on them-it was on her. Ritika, his little fox, who had ensnared him in a game of shadows and seduction, had kept him captivated all night.

As the evening drew on, the time for the cake-cutting ceremony arrived. The staff wheeled out an elaborate cake, a towering creation adorned with rich layers of chocolate and gold, embodying the luxurious atmosphere of the event. The crowd gathered around, clapping and cheering as Mahir approached the cake, the center of attention.

Ritika stood just behind him, her eyes following his every move, her heart pounding with anticipation. As Mahir took the knife in his hand, he glanced back at her, a playful glint in his eyes. He beckoned her forward with a subtle nod, and she stepped up to stand beside him, the room watching them with amused curiosity.

"Help me with this," he murmured, his voice low and intimate as he handed her the knife.Together, they sliced through the cake, the moment charged with an unspoken connection. The crowd applauded as the first piece was cut, and Mahir turned to Ritika, holding the small slice up to her lips. Her eyes locked onto his, she took a slow, deliberate bite, savoring the sweetness on her tongue, her gaze never leaving his.

"Happy birthday, Saint," she whispered, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. The words carried a deeper meaning, a promise of what was yet to come.

The cake was passed around, and the celebration continued, but Ritika's thoughts were already on what awaited them after the party. She had prepared something special, a surprise that she knew would please him. But first, she had to get through the rest of the night without giving anything away.

As the party began to wind down, the guests slowly started to leave, offering their thanks and goodbyes to Mahir. He accepted each one graciously, but his attention was constantly drawn back to Ritika, who lingered at the edge of the room, her presence a magnetic pull.

Finally, as the last of the guests departed, Mahir made his way over to her, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark with intent. He reached out, taking her hand in his, and led her through the now-empty hall, the echoes of the night's festivities still hanging in the air.

"I knew my little fox would come," he said softly yet proudly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "So..my gift?" He said playfully holding his hand out to her.

Ritika smiled, a slow, seductive curve of her lips that sent a thrill down his spine. "How can I forget it" she replied, her voice a soft purr. "Come with me."

They exited the mansion and stepped into the warm night air, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore adding a sense of serenity to the moment. Ritika led him to a sleek black car, and they drove in comfortable silence to a secluded villa just a short distance away.

The villa was perched on a cliff overlooking the ocean, its terrace offering a breathtaking view of the moonlit sea. As they stepped out of the car, Mahir could already sense that something special awaited him. The villa was dark, but Ritika's hand guided him confidently through the shadows, leading him up a spiral staircase to the terrace.

When they reached the top, Mahir's breath caught in his throat. The terrace had been transformed into a private haven-a bed draped in white linens sat in the center, surrounded by a sea of flickering candles. Rose petals were scattered across the floor, their scent mingling with the salty ocean breeze. A bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses were placed on a small table nearby, ready to be enjoyed.

Ritika watched his reaction, satisfaction blooming in her chest as she saw the surprise and admiration in his eyes. "Happy birthday," she whispered, stepping closer to him, her body brushing against his. "Do you like your gift?"

Mahir's hand came up to cup her cheek, his touch gentle but firm. "It's perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But the best part of this gift is you."

Ritika's heart fluttered at his words, but she kept her composure, reaching into her clutch to pull out something "I have something else for you," she said, holding the box out to him.

Mahir took the box, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he opened it. Inside was a sleek, black watch-elegant and understated, with a single diamondembedded at the twelve o'clock mark. It was a piece that reflected both power and sophistication, much like Mahir himself.

He looked up at her, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "It's beautiful," he said, taking the watch out and fastening it around his wrist. "Thank you."

Ritika stepped closer, her fingers trailing along the lapels of his jacket. "There's one more thing," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

Mahir's hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "And what's that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Ritika leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss. "Me," she breathed, as she whispers against his lips.

Mahir's control snapped at her words, and he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger. The taste of her was intoxicating, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth.

"I caught you ,saint" She says proudly referring to the note left my Mahir in the warehouse.
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