#PREVIOYSLY KNOWN AS SECRET MARRIAGE (ANUPRE FF)
First story please tolerate my tuti futi english
THIS STORY HAVE SHOTS REGARDING BIGG BOSS BUT IN PARICA VERSION
The quiet hum of the bedroom was suddenly punctuated by the sharp, metallic clang of the kitchen crew setting up the buffet. A delicious aroma of dal makhani and fresh, buttered rotis wafted under the door, signaling that half an hour had passed and dinner was officially served. Anurag looked down at Prerna, who was still sound asleep against his chest. Her small hand was loosely gripping his shirt, and her breathing was so rhythmic and peaceful that he truly had no heart to wake her up. She looked like a painting of pure innocence, completely detached from the daily politics of the Bigg Boss house. While Seeing her He Got Lost In Flashback which had just day Before By Remember that Incident His Blood Start Boiling but Feeling her Presence He Calm Down.
Flashback
It had happened on a Tuesday afternoon. Anurag had been called into the confession room by Bigg Boss for a private discussion regarding a medical checkup. Prerna, meanwhile, had been sitting alone in the garden area near the pool, reading a book, taking a brief break from her captaincy duties. Paras, who had been eyeing an opportunity to corner Prerna without Anurag around, had slid onto the bench right next to her. He had leaned in a bit too close, a smug, arrogant smirk on his face.
"Hey, Captain,"Paras had said, his voice dripping with forced charm."You look incredibly stressed handling this house alone. Why don't you let a real man help you out? Anurag is always hovering around you like a bodyguard, it's honestly suffocating to watch. A beautiful girl like you deserves someone who knows how to have real fun."
Prerna had slowly lowered her book, her eyes turning into chips of absolute ice. She didn't flinch, nor did she look uncomfortable. Instead, a savage, mocking smile had graced her lips.
"Real man? Where is he, Paras? Because looking at you, all I see is a spineless shadow who can only muster up the courage to speak when my husband isn't in the room,"Prerna had replied, her voice loud, clear, and dripping with utter disdain.
Paras's smile had faltered, his ego taking a direct hit."Hey, watch your tongue, Prerna. I was just being friendly. Don't show me this attitude."
"Friendly? Your cheap flirting and misbehavior don't qualify as friendly,"Prerna had snapped back, standing up and towering over him with fierce authority. "Let me clear something up for that tiny brain of yours. Anurag doesn't hover around me as a bodyguard; he stands beside me as my partner. And as for you—keep your filthy compliments and your desperate attempts at relevance to yourself. If you try to misbehave or cross your line with me again, I won't even need Bigg Boss to intervene. I will drag you across this garden area myself. Understand?"
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Just as Paras stood up, his face red with anger, ready to retaliate with a nasty comment, a cold, heavy hand had clamped down onto his shoulder from behind with a crushing grip. Anurag had stepped out of the confession room exactly in time to witness the tail end of the conversation. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated danger, his eyes locking onto Paras like a predator targeting its prey.
