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Love Me Once Again - Chapter 39

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CHAPTER 39

Batra House – One Week Later

It had been a week since Kabir had proposed to Amrita for remarriage, and in that one week, the preparations for their wedding had already begun. Although, this time, they had decided to keep the marriage very simple.

There would be no grand wedding. They wanted their remarriage to be simple, private and intimate, something that belonged to them and their family rather than becoming a huge celebration for everyone else.

The plan was to have a small court marriage, followed by all the marriage rituals at home in Batra House. They would take the seven pheras, exchange the mangalsutra, and complete all the other traditional rituals, but this time, it would be an intimate affair with only their closest family members around them.

Amrita, Manveer and Aryan were still living at Batra House. Kabir had never allowed them to shift back to their villa. Hence slowly, steadily, Amrita had once again moved most of her belongings back into Batra House.

Amrita had taken a small break from her professional commitments as well since she was busy with her own wedding now, and she wanted to enjoy every little part of it. The first time she was getting married, she had been preparing to become Kabir’s wife.

This time, she was already living in the same house where she would continue to live forever after the wedding. There was something strangely beautiful about that. She did not have to pack her life into boxes and prepare to enter a new home. She was already home.

Even Kabir, just as he had promised, had been involved in the entire process. He and Amrita had gone shopping together. Although Kabir was extremely busy, he had still made the time to be there with her.

The boutique was a very private, classy, high-end place, frequented only by a select clientele. Considering Kabir was the Deputy Home Minister and couldn’t simply walk into any random store without attracting attention, the privacy of the place suited them perfectly. Even the changing rooms were spacious and completely private.

While Amrita tried out different ethnic dresses, lehengas and other outfits, one after another in the changing room, Kabir waited outside, busy on his phone. At times he was texting someone, at times he was answering calls, and at times he was listening quietly while giving instructions to someone on the other end.

Ashok and the rest of his team, along with security, were outside the boutique, giving Kabir and Amrita their own little space.

And yet, despite everything that demanded his attention, Kabir never once made her feel as though she was shopping alone. Every time she stepped out of the changing room in a new outfit, Kabir made sure to look up. He gave her his opinion on every single outfit she tried.

The simple feedback he gave over each of her outfit somehow made her smile. Not to mention every time he looked at her, his eyes lingered a little longer than necessary. They moved over her figure with a familiarity that only a husband could have. There was hunger in his gaze, enough to make her cheeks warm.

The next time she stepped out of the changing room, he was on an important call. She stopped for a moment, waiting for him to finish. Even while he was on the phone, she could see that his attention had shifted entirely to her.

A few seconds later, he wound up the conversation, ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket, walking towards her.

His eyes moved over her once again, slower this time.

“I don’t know,” he said, his gaze settling on her deep neckline. “Although I love seeing you like this...” His fingers lightly brushed the edge of the fabric near her cleavage, and the touch was enough to make her breath catch. “But only for my eyes.”

Amrita immediately looked down at the outfit before looking back at him.

“It’s going to be hidden by the dupatta,” she explained. “The way we’re going to drape it, everything here will be covered.”

A slow smile appeared on his lips. “Then I have no problem.”

Amrita shook her head, trying not to smile. But Kabir wasn’t finished teasing her. His attention remained on her, especially at those backless doris of her blouse that hadn’t been tied yet. She was simply holding the blouse loosely at her front while she stood there.

“You haven’t tied this.” His fingers brushed lightly over her bare back. Amrita pushed him gently away.

“Behave.”

Kabir’s smile widened, but he still leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against the side of her neck.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“Why?” she frowned. “Bored already?”

“No.” Kabir shook his head. “I can do this all day. But don’t stop me when I touch you a little too inappropriately for this place.”

She pushed lightly against his chest, more embarrassed before turning around and hurried back towards the changing room. Kabir watched her disappear behind the door with another satisfied smile playing on his lips.

A few minutes later, when Amrita opened the changing-room door again, ready to ask him how the outfit looked, Kabir was standing right opposite the door, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was far too close. And the grin on his face immediately told her that he had deliberately chosen that particular spot.

Before she could even finish asking how the outfit looked, he stepped forward. With a playful smile, he gently guided her back inside the changing room. Then he followed her in and pulled the door shut behind them.

Amrita stared at him in surprise. “Kabir, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He simply looked at her hungrily. Because right now, Amrita was trying out a few beautiful nightwear pieces for herself. They were sexy and elegant, but not the kind of overly revealing, honeymoon-style lingerie. All the things she had picked were sophisticated and tasteful. But apparently, they were still more than enough to test Kabir’s patience.

He looked at her for a long moment.

“Seeing you in all these tempting nightwear pieces...” he finally murmured. “It’s hard to resist.”

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Love Me Once Again - Chapter 38

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 23 Aug 2026 21:43:20 GMT

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CHAPTER 38

Batra House – Next Morning

When Amrita woke up, the first thing she noticed was that Kabir wasn’t in the room. After her confession last night, they had slept in the same room again. But now he was gone.

She looked around, still trying to wake herself up properly, her hair messy from sleep and her face still carrying the softness of the morning. That’s when she noticed a small tray next to the bed on the bedside table. There was a single red rose on it. But what caught her attention even more was the little object placed next to the rose.

It was a miniature guitar, almost about three inches in size, small enough to fit comfortably in her palm, but it wasn’t merely decorative. It was actually a little box that could be opened with a tiny note had been attached to it.

‘Open me.’

Amrita frowned slightly already knowing who had done this. Kabir. Who else would have remembered her love for guitars if not him? She picked up the miniature guitar, opened it and froze seeing a sparkling solitaire ring inside.

For several seconds, she simply stared at it, still trying to understand what she was looking at when Kabir walked into the bedroom. He stopped the moment he saw her sitting on the bed with the little guitar box open in her hands.

When Amrita looked up at him, there was so much surprise and emotion in her eyes that Kabir’s expression softened immediately.

“What is this, Kabir?” she asked, almost unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice.

Kabir walked towards her and sat down beside her on the bed. Before saying anything, he leaned forward and pressed a small good-morning kiss against her cheek.

Then his eyes dropped to the ring in her hand. “What do you think it is?”

She still looked at him as he continued, “I thought it was fairly obvious.”

“Kabir?” A small smile appeared on his face as he nodded.

“Yes. It’s a proposal, Amrita. Now that we both want each other back so badly, I thought this was the next step we should be taking.”

Amrita continued staring at him. She still hadn’t completely processed it. She had only just woken up, sitting on the bed in her nightdress, her hair messy, her face without its usual glow, still carrying the softness of sleep. And Kabir was sitting beside her looking completely composed. He looked as though he had been awake for quite some time. As though he had already gone to the gym, showered and dressed properly before coming back to find her. And he was here not just to surprise her with a ring. But to propose? How was she supposed to believe she wasn’t still sleeping and dreaming all this?

Without giving her any warning, Kabir took the ring from her hand and moved to the edge of the bed. When he got down on one knee, Amrita’s breath caught. She stared at him, completely stunned. Even Kabir looked up at her as he held the ring between his fingers.

“Amrita,” he said, “would you be my wife again? This time, forever?”

For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak. This wasn’t her dream. It was very much real. Then the happiness that had been building inside her finally broke through.

“Yes.” The answer came immediately. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation. “Yes, Kabir.”

Her voice trembled as Kabir smiled and slipped the ring onto her finger. Amrita looked down at it, and then back at him, still overwhelmed by the fact that this was really happening. He rose back to his feet and sat beside her again, wrapping his arms tight around her. Amrita too hugged him back tightly.

After almost a year of misunderstanding, separation, and regret, the two were finally finding their way back to each other. When they finally pulled apart, Kabir cupped her face and smiled.

“I’m sure Aryan is going to be very happy when he hears this.”

“Sure he is.” Amrita nodded.

“Then let’s go and tell him.” Kabir immediately looked ready to get up but she stopped him.

“No, Kabir,” she said. “Not now. I mean, I cannot go like this.”

She gestured towards herself, her nightdress and her still-messy hair.

“Let me get ready at least. Let me take a shower.”

“You mean wait for another hour?” Kabir frowned slightly. “No way. I can’t wait to tell Aryan that we’re all going to stay together again under one roof as a proper family.”

Amrita’s heart softened at the excitement in his voice. “I know and I understand your excitement. But wait until I get ready. You’re not going to tell him a word, even if you go and meet him right now. Okay?”

Kabir stared at her for a moment. Then he gave a small, helpless laugh. “Okay. In that case, I better not go and meet him then. Because the moment I see him, that is definitely going to slip out of my mouth.”

“Good.” Amrita laughed and pushed him lightly. “Then stay here and wait for me.”

She got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower, while still admiring the ring in her finger. They were getting married soon. Uff!

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 37

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 16 Aug 2026 20:31:36 GMT

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CHAPTER 37

Batra House

It was evening when Kabir returned home from his meetings. Obviously, the first thing he noticed was his son, Aryan, who was in the living room with his mother, Sulochana, who was feeding him some fruits.

The moment Kabir saw Aryan, Aryan saw him too. The boy immediately tried to run towards him. Kabir met him halfway. Aryan threw his arms around him, and Kabir hugged him back tightly, his hand moving over his son’s back.

“How are you feeling today?”

Aryan immediately assured him that he was feeling absolutely fine, except that his Daadi was bothering him about eating the fruits and he was done with them. He didn’t want to eat anymore.

Kabir glanced at his mother and then at Aryan.

“Okay, if that’s the case, let’s talk to Daadi.”

He walked ahead with Aryan and looked at his mother.

“Maa, if he doesn’t want to eat more, I think it’s okay.”

Sulochana immediately protested.

“It’s not okay. He has hardly had one apple and that is all he has had in the name of fruit. He has just gone on you. Even when you were young, you didn’t like to eat fruits much.”

Kabir simply grinned.

Aryan immediately looked at him. “See, Dad didn’t eat fruits in his childhood, but he still has such muscles. So don’t worry. I will also be just like him when I grow up.”

Kabir laughed softly, pulling him closer. “No, Aryan. Even though I didn’t eat much fruit, there were many other things that I did. And I never denied my mother when she asked me to eat something. I’m not like you.”

He gave his son a pointed look.

“You always keep denying your Mom whenever she tries to feed you, whether it is milk or something healthy. No more doing that, okay?”

Aryan chuckled, nodding in agreement. For a moment, Kabir simply watched his son, relieved to see him so much more like himself again. The carefree, slightly notorious boy he knew was slowly returning, and that alone eased something inside him. Then his gaze moved around the room. He was about to ask his mother where Amrita was when Aryan answered before he could.

“Mom is in the kitchen.”

There was a slight grin on Aryan’s face when he said it which Kabir noticed. It was almost as if his son had already realized that his father was always looking for his wife.

Holding his grin, Kabir nodded. “Okay. I’ll go and meet her.”

He headed straight towards the kitchen and stopped at the kitchen doorway without announcing himself. There, Amrita was with the chefs and some of the kitchen staff preparing the dinner. She was explaining exactly how she wanted the salad prepared, telling them not to put too much of cabbage as Kabir didn’t like it. She was almost demonstrating what needed to be added and what needed to be left out.

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Love Me Once Again - Chapter 36

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 09 Aug 2026 21:32:07 GMT

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CHAPTER 36

Batra House

Kabir returned home in the afternoon after dealing with everything surrounding Dharmesh Sarang’s arrest and finishing all the necessary formalities. The moment he reached Batra Mansion, the first thing he did was walk straight into his son’s room.

Aryan was still resting in his bed. Amrita was sitting beside him, trying to feed him some soup, but Aryan wasn’t willing to eat. He still looked scared and nervous, and he wasn’t in a very good mood or in a very good state after everything that had happened.

When Kabir had left home that morning to handle the Dharmesh issue, Aryan had still been sleeping and resting. He hadn’t been completely fine even then. Neither Amrita nor Kabir had managed to get any proper sleep the previous night because Aryan had kept waking up because of his fever, nightmares and the trauma of what had happened.

They had both stayed in his room throughout the night, taking turns looking after him. Sometimes Amrita had slept beside Aryan on the bed, while Kabir had remained on the couch, sitting there and watching over them. At other times, Kabir had taken his place beside Aryan while Amrita had rested for a while.

Aryan was still in the same stressful and panicked state even now. The incident had affected him more than he could express. Kabir noticed it the moment he stepped inside. As soon as Aryan saw him, his eyes immediately moved toward his father.

“Dad…” The small, shaky voice was enough.

Kabir instantly walked over to the bed and sat beside him.

Amrita was on the other side of Aryan, still holding the bowl of soup in her hands when Aryan immediately reached for Kabir. His small fingers wrapped tightly around his father’s arm, almost as if he needed to make sure Kabir was really there. He held on to him tightly and didn’t let go.

After what had happened at the flyover, something inside Aryan had changed. He had been in danger, he had been terrified, and his father had come to save him. Somewhere inside his frightened little mind, Kabir had now become even more strongly associated with safety. If something bad happened, his Dad would come. That was what Aryan believed now.

Kabir looked down at his son’s fingers clutching his arm and then at his frightened face.

“Where did you go?” Aryan asked, still nervous. “Why did you leave me?”

Kabir immediately softened. “I had gone to take care of something very important, champ.”

Aryan continued looking at him.

“The bad men who tried to hurt you…” Kabir paused, choosing his words carefully so that he could understand. “I went to make sure the police caught them.”

Aryan’s fingers tightened around his arm.

“They caught them?”

Kabir nodded. “Yes. I made sure of it.”

He gently placed his hand over Aryan’s small hand.

“They aren’t going to hurt you again. They aren’t going to hurt anyone in our family.”

Aryan continued staring at him, still trying to absorb his words. “They won’t come back?”

“No.” Kabir shook his head. “They can’t.”

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 35

Madhuri Tamse — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 19:13:33 GMT

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CHAPTER 35

Flyover

At the flyover, the traffic jam was still at a complete standstill, but Kabir’s convoy kept forcing its way forward. Police sirens wailed continuously as escort vehicles pushed traffic aside inch by inch, creating just enough space for the convoy to advance.

The car in which Aryan was over the flyover was in a bad situation. The SUV’s windows were cracked. The doors were dented. People had abandoned their own vehicles surrounding the incident, and were scrambling away in fear. Some bystanders who had tried to intervene had already been shoved aside and beaten while trying to stop the attackers.

Fortunately, the guard inside Aryan’s vehicle had managed to stay on the call with Kabir long enough to assure them that Aryan was still safe. The attackers had not yet managed to break open the car doors or reach the boy inside. But the attackers had not left either. They were still trying hard to break the glass and reach Aryan.

Then, finally, the blaring sirens of Kabir’s convoy and the police vehicles grew close enough to echo across the flyover. The moment the attackers heard the approaching police vehicles and Kabir’s convoy, panic spread among them. Their plan had failed. They knew they no longer had enough time to take Aryan away. Without wasting another second, all seven of them abandoned the attack and began running.

The entire flyover had descended into complete panic. Thankfully, Kabir’s convoy reached the scene just then. The vehicles came to an abrupt halt several cars away from Aryan’s car. The moment his SUV stopped, Kabir threw open the door and ran.

Ashok hurried after him. Kabir’s security officers instinctively surrounded him, shielding him from every possible direction as they moved. At the same time, another section of the police teams immediately took off after the fleeing attackers. Because of the massive traffic jam, the attackers couldn’t escape in a vehicle. Instead, they ran between the stranded cars, trying to disappear into the traffic. The police chased after them without wasting another second.

Kabir, however, didn’t spare them even a glance. He cared about only one thing. Aryan. He ran straight to his son’s vehicle. One guard was still inside with Aryan. The driver was still at the wheel. The other two guards who had tried to stop the attackers from outside, had been badly beaten while trying to protect the vehicle. Completely outnumbered by seven men, they had done everything they could until reinforcements arrived. Medical personnel were already moving them toward an ambulance to be taken to the hospital.

The moment Kabir reached the vehicle his heartbeat almost stopped. The rear windshield had been shattered. One of the side windows was cracked with deep spiderweb fractures running across the glass. There were dents along the body of the SUV where rods and metal pipes had repeatedly struck it.

For one horrifying second... he couldn’t even see Aryan. His blood ran cold.

“Aryan!” He almost shouted his son’s name as he yanked open the rear door.

Aryan was lying curled up on the back seat exactly the way the guard had instructed him to, with his head lowered below the window line and without raising it even once. He hadn’t moved even now when Kabir opened the door. For one terrifying second, Kabir’s mind went completely blank. Then Aryan slowly lifted his head.

The moment he saw his father... all the fear he had been suppressing finally broke.

“Dad,” he shouted in fear.

Kabir immediately pulled him out of the vehicle. Aryan was completely shaken and shattered. Whatever had happened over the last several minutes had frightened him beyond words. Kabir didn’t even give him a chance to stand properly. He immediately wrapped both arms around his son, pulling him tightly against his chest, then quickly checked him from head to toe.

“Aryan... look at me.” His voice trembled. “Are you hurt? Tell me.”

Aryan didn’t answer. Instead... he simply threw both his arms around Kabir and clung to him with all the strength he had. That one silent embrace told Kabir everything. The boy was terrified. Kabir shut his eyes for a brief second, holding Aryan even tighter. Only then did he finally breathe.

Although his son was safe now, the relief lasted barely a second. It was replaced by a dangerous fury. Without wasting another moment, Kabir lifted Aryan into his arms and carried him straight back toward his own vehicle. His security detail immediately surrounded them from all sides, shielding both father and son. Nothing mattered to Kabir more than getting Aryan home safely.

He reached his vehicle, climbed into the back seat with Aryan still in his arms, and refused to let go of him. Within seconds, the convoy turned around and began making its way back toward the Batra House. Even after settling into the back seat, Kabir kept one arm wrapped securely around his son while gently checking him again, making sure he was truly unharmed.

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Madhuri Tamse — Fri, 31 Jul 2026 19:20:04 GMT

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Love Me Once Again - Chapter 34

Madhuri Tamse — Thu, 30 Jul 2026 18:12:50 GMT

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CHAPTER 34

Next Morning – Batra House

Amrita woke up first, still wearing her nightdress. The top two buttons were open because sometime during the night she had woken up, freshened up, and then quietly snuggled back into Kabir’s arms before falling asleep again. Obviously, they hadn’t crossed the line again the way they had in Las Vegas. They hadn’t made love.

Kabir’s back had been hurting, and Amrita hadn’t wanted him aggravating it further. So eventually they had simply slept. Now morning sunlight filtered softly into the room.

Kabir was sleeping beside her, still looking unfairly handsome, sexy and peaceful. His one arm was still loosely wrapped around her waist. He had cuddled her throughout the night, and she had done the same. And once again, waking up and seeing him first thing in the morning had become her favorite part of the day… her favorite part of the routine.

A small smile appeared on her face. Unable to resist, she reached out and ruffled his hair. She hadn’t intended to wake him. She did it simply because she loved doing it. But that was exactly what woke him up. Kabir’s eyes slowly opened. For a few seconds neither of them spoke. They simply looked at each other.

“Good morning,” he said, in his morning gruff voice, that was still Amrita’s weakness.

“Good morning.” She smiled. “How’s your back?”

Kabir stretched slightly. “Perfect.” Then he looked down at her ankle. “How’s the ankle sprain?”

“It’s gone.”

He nodded satisfied. But the moment he realised Amrita was about to get off the bed, Kabir caught her wrist and pulled her right back into his arms. The next second he rolled them over until he was hovering above her.

“Kabir.”

“Mm?”

“Your back.”

He leaned closer. “I told you it’s not hurting anymore.” Then his gaze softened. “And right now, even if it was...” His lips brushed her forehead. “...I would still rather do this.”

The words immediately warmed her from within. Before she could reply, he lowered his head and kissed the crook of her neck once. Then again. Then everywhere around her neck… soft kisses, gentle nips… his lazy morning affection.

Amrita’s eyes fluttered shut. She didn’t want to lose his touch. Her fingers slid into his hair, as she tugged lightly at the strands, encouraging him without even realizing it.

Kabir smiled against her skin, and continued showering her with those slow morning kisses. They could have stayed like that forever. Except at that exact moment, they heard the knock at the door.

Amrita immediately froze. “It must be Aryan.”

Kabir groaned. “I’ll check.”

“No.” She pushed lightly against his chest. “You stay here. I’ll check.”

Reluctantly, he let her go. Amrita climbed out of bed. Halfway to the door, she glanced back at him, then lowered her voice into a whisper, “And what exactly am I supposed to say to Aryan, if he asks what are you doing in my room again?”

Kabir looked completely unbothered. “Tell him I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Amrita immediately threw him an annoyed eye-roll, shook her head and walked back to the door. The moment she opened it, her smile vanished instantly. Because it wasn’t Aryan. It was her mother-in-law, Sulochana.

Not just Amrita, even Sulochana froze for a moment. Because she hadn’t expected Amrita to look so flushed first thing in the morning. Nor had she expected to notice the faint love bite near the corner of her neck, disappearing into the crook of it. And unfortunately, that wasn’t all. Since Amrita had opened the door completely, Sulochana could also see directly inside the room. And right there on the bed sat Kabir, shirtless, and very much awake.

The moment Kabir saw his mother standing at the doorway, he immediately straightened, looking momentarily caught. Amrita stood frozen beside the door, equally unsure of what to say and what not to say.

Sulochana’s gaze moved briefly from Amrita to Kabir and then back again. There was no teasing smile on her face, but only a calm seriousness. Finally she spoke. “I’m sorry to disturb you.”

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 33

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 26 Jul 2026 21:49:39 GMT

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CHAPTER 33

Next Morning – Batra House

The next morning, Kabir waited outside the bathroom. Amrita had gone inside to take the pregnancy test using the kit she had bought. Kabir paced restlessly outside. He had prepared himself for every possible outcome. At least that was what he had told himself. But the longer she took, the harder it became to stay patient.

Finally, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, he knocked on the bathroom door. “Amrita?”

There was no response.

“Amrita, at least tell me what it says. Don’t stay in there alone. Just come out and tell me whatever it is.”

A few seconds later, the door opened and Amrita stepped out holding the test kit. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Kabir looked at her.

She looked at him, then quietly she said, “It’s negative.”

For a second, Kabir simply stared at her. Then he nodded slowly. “Okay.”

A small sigh escaped him. It somehow looked less like relief and more like disappointment. As though a part of him had genuinely expected the result to be positive.

Amrita noticed it immediately. His shoulders dropped ever so slightly before he quickly composed himself.

“Are you sure it’s negative, though?” he asked.

She blinked. “Yes. At least the kit says so.”

“Yeah.” He nodded again. “Okay.”

Amrita continued looking at him. Then narrowed her eyes slightly. “You don’t look very happy.”

Kabir looked back at her. “Are you happy?”

That question caught her off guard. She looked away for a second before answering honestly. “As of now... yes. I can’t risk of having a baby at this point, Kabir.”

He was quiet for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

That answer surprised her. Because it was all over his face that Kabir had actually considered the possibility of she being pregnant. He had almost hoped for it.

Trying to ignore it, she turned away and attempted to walk past him. But before she could move away, Kabir reached out and stopped her gently and pulled her back toward him. Before she could react, he bent down and pressed a kiss against her forehead. Amrita froze completely. For a second she didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. She simply stood there looking at him. It was such a small gesture. Yet somehow, she felt like she needed it, after everything they had just gone through.

Years ago, when she had been pregnant with Aryan, everything had been different. The excitement, nervousness, the uncertainty… everything had a different meaning since they had been husband and wife. Today, almost a decade had passed. So much had happened between them. So much had broken. Hence standing in front of another pregnancy test together, facing the same possibility, felt completely different than the previous time.

“Honestly,” Kabir said, looking at her. “I was ready for both outcomes. But it’s okay. Maybe next time.” A grin appeared on his face.

Amrita frowned, then immediately, shoved his shoulder.

“There is no next time, Kabir.”

It's Live. THE REDEMPTION is on Amazon Kindle

Madhuri Tamse — Sat, 25 Jul 2026 03:45:28 GMT

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She left one designer sandal behind. Like a Cinderella who never wanted to be found. He kept the sandal. Then he kept her.

I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes trying to figure out how to start this post. And every time I type something, I delete it, because nothing feels big enough for what today is.

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So. What Is THE REDEMPTION?

Let me give you the blurb — and then let me tell you what it actually is, underneath.

An Ex-Mafia Prince, a Forced Marriage, and the Cinderella Bride who refuses to kneel.

Raghav Kundra, an ex-mafia prince, walked away from blood and power to run RK Estate, his late mother’s vineyard in the hills.
No more bullets. No more wars.

Until Siya Vardhaan, a mafia princess promised to another mafia leader, checks in at his estate.
Eight months ago, he saw her in a Mumbai club fighting armed men, her face hidden behind a mask.
Then she vanished, leaving one designer sandal behind, like a Cinderella who never wanted to be found.

Now she’s on his land. Pretending they’ve never met.
But Raghav doesn’t forgive trouble that knocks twice.
Keeping her close can drag the mafia back to his doorstep.
But watching another man claim her is far worse.

Then possessiveness happens. Jealousy happens.
And he marries her anyway; mafia war be damned.

But forcing a marriage is easy.
Keeping her is another war entirely.
Because Siya Vardhaan refuses to surrender her heart.
Even to the man willing to burn the underworld for it.

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Rivals to lovers — they have history. They’re both pretending they don’t.
Morally grey hero with a redemption arc — Raghav is not a good man trying to be better. He’s a complicated man trying to be different. There is a distinction.
Touch-her-and-die protectiveness — he walked away from the mafia. He will walk back in for her.
Slow burn → spicy — the tension builds. It pays off. Trust me.
Strong-willed heroine who refuses to break — Siya Vardhaan does not kneel. For anyone. Not her family. Not the man she was promised to. Not even him. Especially not him.
Forbidden love wrapped in mafia war — because nothing about this was supposed to happen.
Dark Cinderella retelling — one designer sandal. One man who never forgot.
Forced proximity — his vineyard estate. Her nowhere else to go.
Obsessive slow-burn Indian romance — the kind that wrecks you in the best way.

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The Redemption - Blurb Reveal

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 19 Jul 2026 21:12:23 GMT

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This week, there will be NO new chapter of “Love Me Once Again” as I am heads deep in releasing my upcoming book “The Redemption”. Although I will give two chapters next week to compensate for it. (So Chapter 33 of Love Me Once Again will be posted on 26th July)

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 32

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 12 Jul 2026 21:57:49 GMT

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CHAPTER 32

Evening - Amrita’s Office

Amrita and Manveer walked back into her cabin. They had just wrapped up an important meeting related to the redevelopment project—the same project that now the ministry, Kabir’s team, had finally approved after multiple revisions. Amrita’s team had modified the proposal, revisited every detail, and incorporated all the changes Kabir had suggested. And finally, after all that work, the North Crescent Redevelopment Tender had received approval from the ministry and this good news came in just today morning when Amrita and her father came to office.

She had just concluded that same meeting with her father and the rest of the team planning the next phase—how they would proceed, what the execution timeline would look like, and how they would move forward with the project.

Now back in her cabin, Amrita was still discussing the same with her father alone when her secretary entered.

“Ma’am,” she said, holding out a bouquet of soft peach roses, “this has come for you.”

“For me?” Amrita looked up, confused.

Even Manveer looked surprised. The secretary simply nodded and handed over the bouquet to Amrita who accepted it and immediately noticed a small card tucked between the flowers. She pulled it out.

Congratulations.

You and your team deserved this. I know how much this meant to you. I’m proud of you.

— Kabir Batra

For a second, she simply stared at the words.

Kabir had sent her flowers? That too at her office?

The surprise on her face deepened. Because Kabir had never been this kind of man. Not that he wasn’t romantic. But he never expressed himself like this, so publicly, with flowers and cards. In all their years together, he had never once sent a bouquet to her office which was exactly why this felt so unexpected and… so personal.

Her fingers subconsciously tightened around the card. Beside her, Manveer looked from the bouquet to his daughter and then back to the bouquet again and a grin spread across his face.

“I have to admit, I’m impressed.” He smiled. “The effort is visible. That man is clearly winning hearts.”

“Dad, please.” The blush on Amrita’s face instantly deepened.

But Manveer only laughed, clearly enjoying her embarrassment far too much. Then the secretary suddenly interrupted again.

“Ma’am... actually, Sir is waiting outside.”

“What? He… he is here?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Completely confused now, Amrita hurried toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of her cabin. Her office was on the twelfth floor of the real estate company’s headquarters. The moment she reached the glass and looked down, she froze. Because down below, a little away from the main gates, stood Kabir. Not in his usual Deputy Home Minister attire. He was in casuals. As if the man was still holidaying in Las Vegas.

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 31

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 05 Jul 2026 20:53:43 GMT

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CHAPTER 31

High Court

The courtroom started emptying. People walked out in scattered groups, lawyers discussing the order amongst themselves, clerks arranging files, journalists rushing outside to break the news first. Yet for Kabir and Amrita, it almost felt as though time had forgotten to move.

Although the court had granted Kabir joint custody of Aryan, that he had legally won, but none of it seemed to matter anymore. Kabir remained standing exactly where he had been after the proceedings concluded. The certified copy of the order still rested in his lawyer’s hand instead of his own. He was still trying to process what the judge read that Aryan wanted. His son wanted a single home with his mother and father together. It felt simple only if Amrita would want that too.

Kabir slowly closed his eyes for the briefest moment. The victory everyone else believed he had earned suddenly felt painfully incomplete. Because he hadn’t won his family. He had merely earned the legal right to spend equal time with his son. There was a difference. A heartbreaking one.

Across the courtroom, Amrita stood beside Mihika almost motionless, the judgment papers resting loosely between her fingers. Her thoughts too had long drifted away from the courtroom. When she had signed the divorce papers, she had convinced herself that she was doing the right thing. That Aryan deserved stability. That growing up with an emotionally absent father would hurt him far more than growing up in two separate homes.

Every difficult decision, every lonely night, every compromise she had forced herself to make, every tear she had hidden from her son… she had justified all of it with one belief. That she was doing it all for Aryan.

But today’s Aryan’s innocent wish had quietly shattered that belief. He didn’t want separate homes. He simply wanted them together. And that one realization almost hurt Amrita to breathe.

There was a time when memories of Kabir’s absence in Aryan’s life used to haunt her. Aryan waiting near the window as a little boy because Kabir had promised to come home early. The countless evenings he had innocently asked when Papa would have dinner with them.

But now, those memories had somehow replaced with the happy memories too. She recalled Aryan’s face lit up over the past week whenever he returned from school and saw Kabir at home. Them playing cricket in the garden. The UNO game. His laughter echoing through Batra House.

And all these changes happening right now made Amrita wonder had she really been protecting Aryan all these months? Or had she protected herself from risking another disappointment? Because no matter what the boy clearly still wanted his father very much into his life.

Almost instinctively, she looked across the courtroom at the exact same moment when Kabir looked up too. Their eyes met. No one around them could tell who had won and who was defeated today. They both looked equally disheartened.

The eye contact lasted barely a heartbeat before Amrita lowered her gaze first and walked out. Kabir looked at his guards who instantly read his gesture to help Amrita leave the premises safely with her lawyer Mihika. He could have done that himself but he wanted to give Amrita time to process and not overcrowd her.

But right now his biggest worry wasn’t what Aryan wanted. It was what Amrita would do after this. He knew Amrita lived only for their son. Everything she did, every decision she had made was for Aryan’s wellbeing. And that’s exactly what scared him. Because he didn’t want Amrita to come back to him or give their marriage another chance simply because Aryan wanted his parents together.

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 30

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 28 Jun 2026 21:04:49 GMT

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CHAPTER 30

Batra House – One week later

The last eight days had passed but nothing extraordinary had happened. And perhaps that was exactly what had changed everything. Kabir hadn’t tried to force forgiveness out of her, nor had he asked her every day whether she had changed her mind about giving their marriage another chance.

Instead, he had simply shown up every single day. These these last eight days, it almost felt as though Kabir had been trying to rewrite every page he wished he had written differently in their past.

Before Aryan’s school bus returned every afternoon, Kabir somehow managed to reach home first. No matter how packed his schedule looked, he found a way. And every single time Aryan walked through those gates and spotted his father waiting for him near the entrance, the smile that spread across the little boy’s face was enough to tell Amrita just how much those seemingly ordinary moments meant to him.

She herself hadn’t been around much during the day. With Manveer still in Chennai handling business matters, most of the responsibilities had shifted onto her shoulders. Meetings, conferences and client presentations demanded her presence. A few she attended through video calls from Batra House itself, but many required her to visit the office personally. And Kabir ensured that an entire security convoy accompanied her wherever she went.

The threat against him still hadn’t disappeared. Despite days of investigation, neither the cybercrime unit nor the intelligence officers had managed to trace the anonymous messages threatening the Deputy Home Minister. Every lead had ended in another dead end.

No names.

No suspects yet.

But until then, Kabir refused to take chances where his family was concerned.

While the evenings, belonged to Kabir and Aryan together, when the house finally grew quiet, When Aryan had gone to sleep, Kabir spent the time with Amrita. Not through grand romantic gestures, just by being together.

There were nights when they walked through the gardens of Batra House without exchanging more than a handful of words. There were nights when silence itself became their conversation. And the memory of Las Vegas, and their recent kiss and almost makeout in Kabir’s study, lingered between them like an unfinished moment neither of them seemed ready to complete.

Yet Kabir never used it against her. He simply gave her the time she needed to make this decision herself. The decision to give him a second chance. He wasn’t trying to make her fall back in love with him. He was simply allowing her to discover, at her own pace, that some things truly had changed. His absence from the family, his priorities, and the way he chose to spend his evenings had changed. But only one thing hadn’t. His love for her. That had remained exactly where she had left it.

The morning of their second hearing before the High Court had finally arrived. The morning that could decide Aryan’s future. Both of them knew what awaited them in court today.

Kabir had fought hard to reach this hearing. After requesting an expedited schedule, today’s proceedings could very well end with the Court reserving, or even pronouncing its order on Aryan’s joint custody.

He wanted that custody. Not because he wished to defeat Amrita. He wanted it because he had finally understood what nine years had taken away from both him and his son. And he refused to lose any more. Even if Amrita still needed time before deciding whether she could ever return to him as his wife...

He was willing to wait for months or years, if necessary. But he could no longer bear the thought of waiting to become Aryan’s father. If the law could give him that right today... he intended to fight for it with everything he had.

Amrita understood that now and hence her dilemma had only worsened. A week ago, she had been certain that Kabir’s unpredictable political life wasn’t suitable for shared custody. But now she had watched Aryan laugh more in the past eight days than he had in months. She had watched Kabir rearrange meetings just to help Aryan finish his school project. She had watched him push all his unfinished files, at late night, because Aryan wanted one more game of cricket. She had watched him become the father she had once begged him to be.

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 29

Madhuri Tamse — Mon, 22 Jun 2026 21:20:06 GMT

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CHAPTER 29

Amrita’s Office

It was late afternoon by the time Amrita returned to her cabin after wrapping up a long meeting. The moment she stepped inside, her secretary informed her that Mihika had been waiting for her. Amrita wasn’t surprised. She herself had called her lawyer over. Their next court hearing regarding Aryan’s custody was approaching, and there were things that needed discussion.

Inside, Mihika was already seated with a file open before her. The two women greeted each other and soon settled into business.

“How was your trip to Las Vegas?” Mihika asked casually.

Amrita smiled faintly. “Good.”

“Just good?” Mihika raised an eyebrow. “From your face, I’d say much better than that. You do look relaxed.”

Amrita merely shook her head and sat down. Ever since Mihika had been fighting Amrita’s case to ensure that Aryan’s full custody remained with her, their entire argument rested on one point—Kabir’s political life. His schedule was unpredictable, his responsibilities immense, and Amrita had always believed Aryan deserved stability over divided parenting. That had been her conviction.

But things had changed now. Ever since Las Vegas, she had seen another side of Kabir. A man trying. A man who wanted to be present. A man who wanted to give his son and her, the time they deserved. And that was precisely what was confusing her now. Because continuing the case suddenly didn’t feel as straightforward as it once had.

Mihika closed one file and leaned back.

“I heard about the threat to the Deputy Home Minister.”

Amrita nodded. “It’s true. Which is why Aryan and I have shifted to Batra House for a few days. Kabir practically forced us to. Until this whole thing settles down.”

Mihika sat upright. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

Amrita frowned. “Mihika, there is a genuine threat.”

“I’m not denying that. But you and Aryan living with him? Especially Aryan?” Mihika sighed. “You’re giving him exactly what he wants.”

Amrita’s eyebrows shot up. “What does that mean?”

“It means your son is spending time with his father. Real time. Not scheduled weekends. Not supervised visits. Real life. Breakfasts. Bedtimes. Conversations.”

“So?” Amrita replied immediately. “He’s still Aryan’s father.”

Mihika studied her quietly. “And what if Aryan starts liking that?”

Amrita frowned. “He deserves that.”

“No, Amrita. Listen to me carefully.” Mihika leaned forward. “What if Aryan starts asking for it? What if he says he wants both parents equally? What if he asks for fifty-fifty custody himself? What are you going to do then?”

The Redemption - Prologue + Chapter 1

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 21 Jun 2026 06:12:02 GMT

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PROLOGUE

RAGHAV

Josh Pub – Juhu, Mumbai

Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones… even before I see them.

I’m at the Josh pub, sitting in the shadows, nursing a drink. The bass-heavy music thrums loudly against the patterned walls, each beat pulsing harder than the last. Couples lean too close in dimly lit corners, while bartenders move behind the counter with practised ease, pouring drinks and sliding glasses across the polished wooden bar. Laughter fills the room, some genuine, the rest just played along to keep the table pleased. A group of college kids argue unnecessarily over a game of pool, while neon lights flicker faintly above the bar, splashing the space in bold, bright colours.

Everything looks normal. But I know… it’s not. I’ve lived too long in a world where even the smallest shift in the air can mean life or death. Where a glance, a pause, or even a twitch of a hand could change the outcome of the night.

Tonight, even the music in my AirPods, the same escape I always rely on to ease my stress, fails me. Instead of calming me down, the rhythm grates under my skin. And that’s when I know, with a bone-deep certainty, that something is definitely wrong. Or about to be.

My fraternal twin Ayaan and I are as different as chalk and cheese. He thrives in chaos, while I crave quiet. But there’s one thing we share: this uncanny sixth sense.

The ability to smell danger before it bares its teeth.

And tonight, the air reeks of it.

Just then, the door opens, and four broad-shouldered, unmistakably dangerous-looking men enter in black suits. They are not the type who blend into the shadows, but the kind who carve fear into them.

They definitely don’t belong here. Yet within seconds, they are spread out across the pub like wolves circling their prey, their eyes sweeping the room carefully, looking for someone. One of them is constantly whispering into a phone while the others are hunting.

Who are they here for?

Me?

Maybe.

Pretending to ignore them, I swirl the amber liquid in my glass and take a slow sip. It’s strong. Just how I need it tonight. Something that burns on the way down my throat.

Because the meeting I had earlier today didn’t end the way I’d expected. And I hate loose ends.

I shift in my seat, easing back into the shadows of the corner booth. To anyone watching, I probably look like a calm, detached man enjoying his drink, dressed in an expensive black silk shirt and worn denim, with sleeves rolled to his elbows. But beneath the surface, my every muscle is strung tight. That’s the way I am. No matter how hard I try, the Dark Prince inside me isn’t dead yet. He only sleeps.

Almost two years ago, I killed my father, Tej Khurana, the kingpin of the Bat Mafia Syndicate. That was my last act in the mafia world. The final nail in Raghav Khurana’s coffin.

That night, drenched in grief and anger, I made a promise to myself. To bury that name with him, forever. The name Khurana no longer exists for me.

Now, I am Raghav Kundra. Son of late Rukmini Kundra. Owner and heir of RK Estate, my mother’s prized vineyards. This was her dream. Her pristine, white empire. And now, its responsibility rests on my shoulders.

The RK Estate is tucked away in the lush Shivtara Valley of Himachal Pradesh, surrounded by rolling hills blanketed with endless green vines. The crisp mountain air is instantly refreshing. Tourists flock in hordes for exclusive wine tastings, luxurious resort stays, and curated vineyard tours. They sip their wine, laugh freely, and flood their social media with picture-perfect sunsets over the valley.

For them, it’s a paradise. An escape.

But for me, it’s more than that. It’s a sanctuary.

I hide there in plain sight. An ex-mafia prince, now playing a vineyard king.

But the truth is, no matter how many barrels of wine you produce, no matter how many masks you wear, the darkness of the underworld never truly leaves you. Blood once spilled doesn’t wash away. It dries. And it stays.

My thoughts snap back to the present. My body appears deceptively relaxed, one hand loosely cradling the glass of whiskey while the other rests on the table.

That’s the trick. Look calm. Stay alert.

But my eyes are everywhere, scanning the room, always analysing for any potential threats. They say old habits die hard. But in my case, they don’t die at all.

Take the couple at the next table, for instance. Most would see them as any ordinary lovers, sneaking on a quiet night. But I notice what others don’t. The woman, slightly older, clings to the man’s touch, as if she has been starved of affection. The man is charming her with every word and looks convincing enough.

Except for one small detail.

The faint smear of lipstick on his pristine white collar tells another story. It’s not the lipstick shade the woman across from him is wearing.

This one’s darker, deeper. It’s from another woman. He’s cheating on her.

I don’t need to know these details, but I can’t ignore them either. That’s the curse of a man like me. Observation isn’t a habit. It’s survival. The mafia world trained me that way. One wrong detail, one missed weakness, and you’re dead.

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 28

Madhuri Tamse — Mon, 15 Jun 2026 09:25:03 GMT

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CHAPTER 28

Amrita’s Villa

The moment Kabir announced his decision to move them to Batra house until the threat is neutralized, Amrita opposed it. She understood the seriousness of the situation. Her objection was not about the threat itself. But they were divorced. She had spent months rebuilding her life outside that marriage, and the thought of living under the same roof as him again made her uncomfortable, especially after everything that happened between them in Las Vegas.

Kabir, however, was in complete Deputy Home Minister mode today and he refused to entertain any argument that would put his family at risk.

“I didn’t come here to discuss this, Amrita,” he said evenly. “I came here to take all three of you to Batra House. Whether you like it or not.”

Amrita stared at him, shaking her head. “I know you received a threat, Kabir. But why do we all have to shift?”

“Because if someone wants to hurt me, what do you think they’ll do?” he asked her. “Send me another email or come for my family?”

Amrita folded her arms. “But we already have security outside this villa too. You increased guards at my office and even at Aryan’s school. Then what exactly is the problem?”

Kabir’s jaw tightened.

“The problem is that I still don’t know who sent those threats. I don’t know whether they are bluffing. I don’t know whether they are watching. I don’t know whether they’re alone or working with someone. Until I know all of that, I’m not taking chances, Amrita.”

Amrita shook her head still not convinced.

“Batra house is the most secure place for you and Aryan right now,” he added.

“That’s your opinion.”

“No,” Kabir replied. “That’s a fact.”

Amrita let out a frustrated laugh.

“You don’t get to decide things for us anymore,” she argued. “That’s a fact too.”

Something flickered in Kabir’s eyes. Normally, he would’ve stepped back, respected her boundaries. But this wasn’t normal situation. So, Kabir walked to Amrita and stood right before her and clutched her arms.

“This isn’t about just us. Think about Aryan too.”

The mention of their son immediately shifted the atmosphere.

“For once,” Kabir continued, “stop looking at this as my ex-wife and start looking at it as Aryan’s mother. If we all stay together, the risk is far less and I’ll have one thing less to worry.”

Amrita opened her mouth to argue again when Manveer finally intervened. “I think Kabir is right, beta. Only having a tight security around you both isn’t enough. Kabir needs his mind to be at peace to sort this out. It will only happen when you both live together.”

Amrita fell silent as Manveer continued, “You know I’m leaving for Chennai tomorrow morning for a week. Even if I am there signing contracts, my mind will remain here. I’ll keep worrying about you both.”

The concern in her father’s voice made her shoulders slump slightly. “And if someone truly wants revenge against Kabir, then you and Aryan are the easiest targets. So, this is the right thing to do. You and Aryan should move to Batra house until this is sorted.”

Finally, Amrita exhaled and looked at Kabir again. “You better get rid of this threat quickly.”

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 27

Madhuri Tamse — Sun, 07 Jun 2026 20:43:48 GMT

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CHAPTER 27

Las Vegas – Next Morning

Kabir was still half lost in sleep when he instinctively reached out, his arm moving across the space beside him for Amrita. But the moment his fingers found only empty sheets, his eyes snapped open. For a few seconds, he stared at the unrumpled side of the bed. He pushed the duvet aside and sat up properly, scanning the room once, expecting her to walk out of the bathroom. But the bathroom door stood open and empty.

Amrita was not in the suite. His gaze moved through the living room next. Her trolley bag was gone too. So, she hadn’t just stepped out, she had left. Why? He remembered clearly that he had made sure their return flights were aligned, the same flight back to India, because he had already known her schedule through his father-in-law, Manveer. There was no reason for Amrita to leave like this. Not without telling him.

Kabir moved back to the bedside table where his phone lay to call her up. But before he could even dial her, the screen lit up. There was a message notification from Amrita. She had sent it half an hour ago.

‘I’m at the airport. Preponed my flight.’

Kabir did not move for a second after reading it. Then he typed back almost furiously.

‘Amrita, you promised me you wouldn’t regret it. Then why are you doing this now?’

He waited for a minute, then another. His thumb hovered over her contact. Then impatiently he even called her up to fix this distance between them again. But Amrita disconnected. His jaw tightened slightly, but he still did not give up. He tried again. But again, the call was cut.

But this time she messaged him back.

‘I don’t regret last night, Kabir. It meant something… which is why it cannot continue. That was all it was meant to be. One moment, one memory. Let’s not stretch it into something that breaks us again. That version of Kabir and Amrita ends there. Let’s go back to whom we really are… the estranged couple standing on opposite sides, surviving the baggage of our marriage, our divorce… and still fighting over our son’s custody.’

Kabir shook his head in frustration, refusing to accept how effortlessly she had drawn a line between them again. He knew her too well. When Amrita decided something, she did not bend easily, not even for the things her heart still quietly longed for. But this time Kabir’s resolve did not break. It only hardened, because no matter how many times she walked away, he still refused to let go of. He was still going to try.

***************

Love Me Once Again - Chapter 26

Madhuri Tamse — Mon, 01 Jun 2026 09:10:15 GMT

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CHAPTER 26

Las Vegas – Concert Night

The evening of Jeet’s concert had finally arrived. The concert wasn’t scheduled until later that night, but excitement had been humming beneath Amrita’s skin since morning. Even now, standing beneath the warm spray of the shower, she was smiling for no reason at all.

She was going to attend her first live concert. That simple thought made her feel like a teenager again. But what surprised her even more was Kabir’s excitement. He seemed almost as eager as she was.

The last two days had been dangerously perfect. And every passing hour seemed to draw them closer. Far too close. And this time instead of being careful, she was looking forward to every moment with him. Like yesterday the two had been for a real dinner date. In nine years of marriage, evenings like that had been rare. Kabir’s political career, her business, Aryan and other home responsibilities had always found a way to get in between them. But yesterday had felt effortless. It was not a rushed meal between meetings. Not a family outing with Aryan. Not a social event where Kabir’s attention was divided between twenty different people. But just the two of them.

Everything they ordered had been their shared favourites. But despite the food being excellent, Kabir’s attention was fixed on her throughout the evening and she knew exactly why. The black halter-neck dress she’d chosen had hugged every curve she possessed. And Kabir had always had a weakness for her in black. Not that he was a touchy husband. He wasn’t the sort of man who constantly held hands or demanded physical affection every few minutes. But admiration? That was another story entirely. When it came to looking at her, appreciating her, making her feel desired, Kabir had never hidden a thing.

Eventually last night she’d caught him staring a little too much.

“Kabir,” she’d said dryly, lifting an eyebrow. “Your eyes are supposed to be on your meal.”

“I am looking at my meal,” he’d replied, still not looking away from her.

“If that’s your idea of a meal,” she’d replied sweetly, “you’re going to starve forever.”

Even now, standing in the shower, Amrita groaned at the memory. The man hadn’t even realized what he’d said. And her reply had been her way of reminding him that there were still boundaries between them. That some things were no longer possible. Unfortunately, the grin she’d failed to hide had ruined the entire effect. And Kabir noticing it made things even worse.

There had been another moment during dinner that refused to leave her mind. Mostly because she wished she could go back in time and stop herself from saying what she’d said. To distract Kabir from staring at her every five seconds, she’d suggested they play a game.

Asking questions to each other. The kind couples asked each other when they genuinely wanted to know what was happening in the other’s life. Especially couples like them who were now not living together in one roof since their divorce. It had started innocently enough.

She’d asked about his recent political projects. He’d answered. He’d asked about her business plans. She’d answered. Then the conversation had drifted elsewhere. Perhaps it was the wine. Perhaps it was the way Kabir kept looking at her. Perhaps it was the fact that her defences had been weakening for days.

Kabir had been watching her over the rim of his glass when he’d suddenly asked, “What was the best thing about our marriage to you?”