All Chapters of Insanely insane : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning sunlight spilled across the kitchen floor as Timtim moved quietly, still slightly flushed from the lingering warmth of the night before. She hummed softly, arranging Aariz’s breakfast tray with care — a perfectly brewed coffee, lightly toasted bread, fresh fruits, and a small bowl of eggs. The fragrance of fresh oranges filled the kitchen, mixing with the aroma of coffee, and for a moment, the world outside the mansion felt distant, irrelevant.Aariz, meanwhile, was in the bedroom, meticulously adjusting his tie and cufflinks, his dark suit tailored to perfection. His gaze in the mirror was sharp, calculating, and yet something softened when he thought of her preparing breakfast — her small, delicate hands moving with care, the way her hair fell messily around her face, and the faint flush on her cheeks.Timtim carefully carried the tray toward the dining area, only to freeze mid-step. Sana had appeared — as if the universe conspired to place her here at this precise momen

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Timtim blinked awake, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as the memories of the night before crept back. Aariz had been… relentless, possessive, intoxicating. She had felt every inch of him, every touch and claim, and though part of her mind protested, her body had betrayed her, responding in ways she didn’t fully understand. Aariz, already awake, was watching her with a smirk that was half dangerous, half teasing. His fingers traced idle patterns along her bare arm as he leaned closer. “Good morning… my little troublemaker,” he murmured, voice low and rough with the remnants of last night’s desire. “You look… satisfied.” Timtim’s cheeks flamed hotter. She turned slightly, pulling the sheet closer, embarrassed. “A-Aariz…” she stammered, unable to meet his intense gaze. His smirk widened. “Oh, don’t act shy. I know exactly how much you enjoyed yourself last night,” he teased, brushing a

"Breakfast for employees has already been arranged at the office, so no need to worry about it, jaan." It wasn’t just a mundane statement about office logistics. The underlying possessiveness, the protective tone, the subtle dominance—everything about him made her heart thud against her ribcage like a warning bell. And just like that, a reckless idea ignited in her mind. Aariz Seikh Pataudi—the lethal, untouchable, overwhelmingly possessive man who now held Timtim’s life in his hands—was… desirable. Dangerous, yes, but intoxicating. She found herself pacing the room, fingers running through her hair, muttering to herself. “I want him… I need him… Timtim can’t have him.” The irrationality of it thrilled her, made her pulse spike. She paused by the window, looking out at the city bathed in late morning light. Her gaze hardened, plotting forming with every tick of the clock. Her mind raced, imagining the perfect alliance: she would get Aariz, someone she had long admired from a d

The basement smelled of damp concrete, rust, and blood that refused to wash away. Chains rattled faintly from the corner, where two men hung limply, their swollen faces unrecognizable after hours of merciless beatings. The dim yellow bulb overhead flickered, casting long shadows across the underground chamber. In that suffocating silence, only the sound of heavy boots approaching broke the air. Ishtiyaq Khan entered. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence alone was enough to make every man in the room lower his head. He wore a crisp black sherwani over tailored trousers, the elegance of his clothing at odds with the grime of his surroundings. Yet he seemed perfectly at home, like a king visiting his throne room. His dark eyes glimmered with something dangerous—cold calculation, but tonight, there was something else beneath the surface. A restlessness. “Leave us,” he ordered quietly, his voice calm, but carrying a weight that made his men instantly obey. Within seconds, the basement

TimTim’s fingers trembled slightly as she clutched the little food carrier against her chest. The glass walls of Aariz’s towering empire loomed around her, shimmering like sharp-edged mirrors, reflecting not only her fragile figure but also the gap between their worlds. For a girl who had always lived in simplicity, who thought love was as pure as laughter shared on rainy evenings, she had never imagined the kind of wealth, power, and darkness Aariz walked in every day. She had wanted to surprise him—her stern, possessive husband who rarely smiled, rarely allowed her outside those mansion gates. All she wished was to see his eyes soften, to watch the crease between his brows vanish when she placed before him the meal she had carefully cooked with her own hands. She thought it would melt him, remind him he was not just Aariz seikh Pataudi, the feared name in the underworld, but also the man who belonged to her. But the moment was ruined. Sana’s sharp heels echoed across the mar