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Mishti was sleeping when a sudden moment woke her up. She already suffers from insomnia so any slightest movement makes her alert. She opened her eyes only to find Rishabh entering her room.
She closed her eyes in annoyance.
"what the fuck do you want, do you not remember the agreement"
"but baby-" he opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.
"I said something about my nickname"
"ugh you're my fiancee, what kinda fiancee dislikes cute little nicknames. huh" he said pouting, he read it in a book called how to woo a girl 101 that girls liked bad boys but he thought that was bullshit because according to her he was a bad guy and she clearly didn't like that.
But on the next page it said that some girls get attracted to cute smiles, eyes and some cute gestures like guys pouting too. Firstly, he was absolutely against acting cute but nothing really works with her so might as well try this.
"why tf are you standing with that bitch look. Get out of here"
"baby do we really have to yk argue and curse so much?" he said trying to subtly get in her bed and tried to lay beside her when he was pushed away by a fuming Mishti. He fell down and rubbed his head trying to see if she'd help him out
"get out this instant" she yelled instead.
How cruel.
"Actually I wanted to say something to you"
"what?" Mishti said in annoyed voice. Firstly, she hates being near him, it feels like her body starts boiling in anger and hate everytime he's nearby. Secondly, she really was close to falling asleep and he's ruined it.
"we need to go for bridal dress shopping, we also need to fix the decorator, oh also the pre-wedding photoshoot-"
" I didn't agree to this bullshit, stop acting like you are marrying out of love. If I could I would never even spare you a glance, stop giving me more trauma, you need to get out this instant before I lose my shit" she said trying to push him away. But he cornered her on the door and pushed his body on her. His eyes closed for a moment in ecstasy. Her arms, her cologne everything about her feels so good. But the ecstasy didn't last long when she pushed him
"Don't touch me." she yelled loudly. As if everything about his touch was disgusting. His eyes teared up. His heart felt pained but a surge of anger took over him. She is his love. She can't act like this
"Why? Why do you feel so disgusted? What do I not have, love? what do I need to do to make you believe in me. I love you Mishti, I really do. Stop that hate for me. I need you. I don't have anyone other than you. " he asked with a scoff as he pulled her towards him in a tight grip and he hugged her close to his heart, his chin on her crook of neck, his arms possessively linking hers stopping her reluctance, his heart beating out loud with every moment but his eyes still withholding the hurt. His throat constricting in hurt.
"You are so delusional, Rathore. You wanna know why? maybe try asking that to yourself, what did a innocent 17 year old do to you and that you snatched everyone from you. You were an orphan anyways and I am glad you have no one because you don't deserve a fami--"
"I HAVE A FAMILY. You are MY FAMILY. I AM NOT AN ORPHAN" his eyes burned in anger, he had blood of Kshatriya. He was married to a sword, violence, anger and dominance ran in his vein. He had still kept his anger in check but he couldn't take it anymore.
How could she even say that he doesn't deserve a family. He is not a orphan. He has her, the day he saw her, she was his family that instant. Nothing could hurt him more than this. His hurt is accompanied with anger, in his anger he had grabbed her so close and was gripping her in a tight grip.
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His Love
General Fiction"Leave me" she yelled as a lady guard stopped her from leaving. She turned to look at Rishabh who had a look of hurt. What did he expect? That she'll jump in his arms when he proposes her? She hated him. "Let me go Rishabh " she ordered coldly. ...
