It's My Turn to Be Jealous.

Isha understood and said, "Okay, I'm going to rest. I'm sleepy."

"Then you have to protect my butt, Sister Ishi!"

"Huh?" Isha sobered up a little.

"Your butt?" Isha felt a faint voice behind her with an oppressive aura mixed with coldness.

She turned around and saw Shivam's tall figure appear in her line of sight. She felt less sleepy, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Rudra covered his face. "Brother, what I mean is, when I go back and you beat me up, Sister Ishi should put in a good word for me. Don't beat me up! I was wrong!"

Shivam ignored Rudra. He leaned over, lifted Isha's chin, and kissed her lips.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss, but at the touch, he couldn't help but want to deepen it. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he parted her lips to explore her mouth. He tossed and turned his tongue.

Rudra covered his eyes.

"Your coffee, sir, Miss." The waiter came and set the drinks on the table.

The waiter was unfazed seeing Shivam and Isha kissing. He smiled knowingly and turned to leave.

Only then did Shivam let go of Isha. Isha's face turned red. She couldn't remain calm after being kissed in front of so many people.

"Brother, Brother, you know me..." Rudra hurriedly tried to defend himself. When he met Shivam's deep and cold eyes, he trembled in fear.

"Forget it." Isha tugged gently at the corner of his shirt.

Shivam's aura instantly dissipated, and he became harmless and gentle. He lowered his head and kissed Isha's lips.

Rudra hurriedly pushed the coffee over. "Sister Ishi, have some coffee."

Shivam's eyes turned cold again. "Coffee in the middle of the night? You don't want to sleep tonight?"

"I didn't intend to drink anything. I just wanted to order something." Isha looked at him innocently.

"Then it's you?"

Rudra felt bitter. 'Why am I always the one who gets hurt?'

"Waiter." Shivam called the waiter over.

'What can I get you, sir?'

"Another 10 of this."

"Yes, sir. One moment, please."

"Rudra, they're for you."

Rudra: "..."

He would not have to sleep after having these 10 glasses! Boo-hoo!

Shivam took Isha's hand and said, "Let's go back to our room first."

Isha looked back at Rudra sympathetically, but her eyes were covered by Shivam.

He took her back to the hotel room and closed the door. Shivam pressed her against the door and kissed her passionately.

When Isha was a little breathless, Shivam let go of her. Her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were watery. She looked at him with her starry eyes half-open. "Didn't you say that you had an important meeting to attend and couldn't come to the wedding?"

"I didn't want to worry you, so I thought I'd better come."

"What do I have to worry about?"

"I won't allow you to hide any negative feelings in your heart, not even a little." Shivam lowered his eyes and covered her with his gaze. "Nothing like that is allowed between us."

Isha raised her head and smiled. "So you think I'm jealous."

"It's okay for you to be jealous, but I'm afraid that you'll be too jealous." Shivam bit her lip lightly.

"No, all my jealousy is gone." Isha's slender arms went around his muscular waist. "I just didn't really expect you to come."

Shivam whispered, "Because it's my turn to be jealous."

"Huh?" Isha was puzzled. She didn't seem to have come into contact with any men today. Where did his jealousy come from?

"I heard that my parents-in-law almost betrothed you to the royal family. Today, those princes were also eyeing you covetously."

Isha burst out laughing.

She had forgotten about this and treated it as a joke. She did not expect this man to take it seriously.

She said helplessly, "Do you think that's still possible? I've already admitted that I'm Mrs. Pratap. Mr. Shivam Pratap, although you weren't present today, I mentioned your name 18 times. Your presence was very strong. Is there anything else you're dissatisfied with?"

"There's nothing to be dissatisfied about. I'm done being jealous. Now, this is your reward for those 18 times you mentioned me." Shivam pulled her closer to him and kissed her slightly swollen red lips again.

...

Vani had expected to see Shivam at the venue of the event, but she didn't get such an opportunity.

However, she met Rudra and had a chance to talk to him.

She had to go back to the hotel first.

[Shivam didn't come today, so I didn't find a chance. I can only try to return to the country.] She sent a Whatsapp message.

There was no reply from the other end.

She sent another message. [I'll make the best use of my time. After all, I was once his fiancée in name. I can definitely get his help with this.]

...

The next day, after Jayesh Chauhan and Riya Rathore woke up in the morning, they knocked on Isha's door, planning to wake her up for breakfast.

"It's so early. Could our daughter still be sleeping?" Riya Rathore asked worriedly.

"Didn't we agree on nine o'clock? Besides, she's too thin and her stomach isn't too good. Breakfast at this time will be good for her body. I asked the hotel to prepare soup separately. I'll let her recuperate later." Jayesh Chauhan started to show concern for his daughter as if they were discussing business. He was a little clumsy, but there was no lack of sincerity.

Riya Rathore laughed. "Hubby, you're quite handsome when you nag."

"Am I nagging?" Jayesh Chauhan was used to being quiet. It was difficult for him to adapt to being naggy.

"I like it when you nag." Riya Rathore kissed his lips to calm his self-doubt.

Jayesh Chauhan smiled, and the coldness in his eyes faded slightly. He raised his hand and knocked on Isha's door.

After a long time, the door opened and Shivam appeared in front of Jayesh Chauhan and Riya Rathore. He seemed to be a little impatient because he had been woken up. When he saw who was standing outside, his expression relaxed.

"Mom, Dad."

Riya Rathore exclaimed, not expecting such a situation.

When the royal family invited Shivam, wasn't he too busy to come?

She realized something and couldn't help but blush. "Uhh, it's fine. I'm just here to have breakfast with Isha. But you can rest. It doesn't matter what time you guys have breakfast."

Jayesh Chauhan was looking at Shivam with disdain.

He even looked at the princes of the royal family with such a gaze, let alone Shivam.

"Hubby, let's go. Let's go eat breakfast." Riya Rathore held Jayesh Chauhan's hand and quickly left.

It had been a long time since someone had looked at Shivam with such disdain. He touched the tip of his nose and turned around to go back to bed. The exhausted woman was still sleeping soundly, her face flushed.

She would probably have to sleep for another two hours before she could relieve some of her fatigue.

Shivam called the hotel and asked for breakfast service. He asked them to serve the food in two hours.

After Isha was done sleeping, she sat up and grabbed her long chestnut hair. She tilted her head and saw Shivam changing his clothes. He was wearing a neatly ironed shirt that covered his perfect figure. It was pleasing to the eye.

Shivam walked to her side and kissed her on the lips. "Wash up and have breakfast."

"Okay." After washing up, she changed into a casual dress and shawl. She then picked up her bag and phone.

She clicked on her Moments and asked, "Honey, did you ask Mr. Rudra to come to the royal wedding?"

"I already asked you to represent the Pratap family. Why would I still need to ask him to come?" Shivam raised his eyebrows slightly.

"So he volunteered to come?" Isha asked curiously.

"Mhm. He said wanted to come, and I saw no reason to stop him."

Isha recalled the scene of Rudra and Hina arguing the last time. She felt that she had caught on to something.

Isha placed the phone in front of him. "My fourth sister's Moments yesterday show that she has a case that requires her to stay in Country Y for a few days. Is Mr. Rudra..."

Shivam understood what she meant and laughed. "He's always only interested in games. I thought he planned to be a monk for the rest of his life."

It was rare for him to be interested. He took out his phone and posted a message on his Whatsapp Story. [The young boy at home is finally enlightened. I'm relieved.]

Isha was amused. It was rare for Shivam to be like this. She could tell that he was really happy. His feelings for Rudra were no worse than any other biological brother.

It was one thing to fight, but the bond was unbreakable.

"You're very happy about this?" Isha asked with a smile.

"It does make me happy to be cheeky."

Isha gave him a thumbs up. He rarely posted on his Moments, and his posts were only visible to those close to him.

But after a while, there were still many replies.

Shivam's friends from those wealthy families were all puzzled. [Who's this young boy?]

Rudra was the most active. [Brother, did Abhay accept a girl's love letter, or has Gungun learned to flirt with girls?]

When Shivam didn't reply, he asked Isha : [Sister-in-law, Sister Ishi, what's going on? Hurry up and satisfy my curiosity!]

[Maybe it's the young boy in your brother's villa in the suburbs?] Isha asked, trying not to laugh.

Rudra took a look and said: "How boring. I thought it was something important!]

As soon as he replied to Isha, he realized that his brother had also replied to him. He quickly went to take a look. Shivam's answer was exactly the same as Isha's. [You're the young boy.]

[Brother, aren't you too lame? A young boy? Enlightened?] Rudra was speechless. So what if a young boy was enlightened?

Shivam replied: [My heart aches for the girl.]

Rudra didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Shivam put away his phone and said, "Time for breakfast."

Taking his arm, Isha walked downstairs with him.

Jayesh Chauhan could not bear to see his daughter being snatched away, but he was in no position to fight with Shivam. Out of sight, out of mind. He bought a plane ticket and flew back on that day itself.

Isha and Shivam changed hotels and had fun in Country Y for two days before returning home.

After returning, Meera came to pick Isha up under Shivam's murderous gaze.

"What's so urgent?"

"My Isha, you're really capable. After the royal family's matter came out, there were a lot of people looking for you to endorse their brands. Your schedule has been filled up. I can barely keep up. I've already recommended many artistes from the same company to take over the resources that I rejected for you. But there are still too many for me to... handle."

Isha thought about how lazy she had been recently and how light her workload was. As a popular artiste, she was indeed too free.

"About the matter of you going to the royal family, I haven't even taken the initiative to send out articles to increase the popularity. This surge of popularity is too strong. Your fans are about to scold me to death for not doing anything." Meera spread her hands.

"There's no need to do that." Isha completely treated that as a family social gathering. What was the point of posting about it?

"That's right. After all, you went with Mr. Pratap. There's no need to post articles about it. Tinki and Shipra went with their families and were scolded to death," Meera said with a gratified expression. "I'm relieved that Mr. Pratap actually brought you to such a place. I'm just afraid that rich men like him don't take relationships seriously enough."

Isha took out her invitation. Meeta took it and looked at it suspiciously. "Sincerely inviting Miss Isha Sharma... The royal family invited you alone? Mr. Pratap wasn't the one who brought you there?"

"I had two invitations," she said.

Meeta gave her a thumbs up. "As expected of you, Isha!"

"So what's my job for today?"

"This script." Meera handed it to her. "You said you only want to read good scripts. This one is really good."

Isha picked it up and glanced at it. It was called 'Split'.

It was a story about how the protagonist had 12 personalities.

She was suddenly interested. She sat down and read the outline of the script. The protagonist had been suffering a great deal of trauma since he was young. In order to protect himself, his mind split into many personalities. There were men, women, killers who killed people, gentlemen, and obedient children who needed someone to rely on. After the doctor's diagnosis, there were actually 12 personalities.

Isha couldn't help but feel very excited. This was obviously a test of acting skills. Not to mention 12 but even playing two characters in the same movie would be a test of an actor's foundation.

Meera said, "Take it back and read it. After that, call me to tell me your decision. In the meantime, I'll take some photos of you and respond to your fans."

Isha obediently took a few photos. Fortunately, her skin was good. She didn't need any makeup and was already very photogenic.

Because of this, anyone who had worked with her was extremely satisfied and happy. Who wouldn't love an artiste who didn't require a lot of work?

After taking the photos, Isha walked out of the company with the script. Shivam was waiting for her with a gloomy expression. Obviously, his dissatisfaction was directed at Meera.

"Okay, I've taken some photos and received a script. We're good to go."

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