"If you want this marriage to work... Just remember that I'm the one in charge."
Meheera Varma isn't your normal girl next door. In fact, coming from one of the most important gang families in the world has made her quite far from normal. Since she...
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I can't believe I wasn't careful enough.
Yes, Meheera can be an absolute pain in the ass. But, she's my wife. She's the one I will have to take care of for the rest of our lives.
Neither of us wanted this marriage. But that doesn't mean we both don't have to try and protect one another. Besides. I've been growing to hate her a little less.
And after the whole kidnapping ordeal, it's become even lesser than that.
But right now, the person I really hate is myself. How did I not see this coming? The Italians have been after us for a while, and the union between Meheera and I's families has only made that worse.
Meheera shivers next to me in the car. I gave her some sweat pants and a thick hoodie, plus a blanket, yet she's still cold. Seeing her like this makes me feel ill. When she said that she didn't know what they would've done to her if I hadn't arrived, that made me see red.
Nobody hurts my wife.
When we get home, I'll leave her to be. I don't want to bother her or make her feel any worse than she already feels.
Taking one more look at her, I kiss her forehead gently as she falls into a sleep.
I never realized how beautiful she was. Her brown, beautiful eyes, now closed. Her long, black tresses reaching her waist. Her full lips...
Fuck, I'm falling for her. Little by little, day by day.
