Book 3 of the Mangoverse
▪︎No matter how good the hero is, he is still a villain in someone's story▪︎
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A story of anti-heroes. Two people with a strong dislike for the world learn to thrive together in an arranged marriage.
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So....I've written the whole story, and you know how I am 🙃
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You know there are numerous downsides of pregnancy. One, I hate the food I once loved. Two, I hate the smell of literally everything. Three, I am tired almost all the time. Four, I hate people because everyone gets on my nerves. And five, I cry at the smallest inconvenience. The shampoo bottle slipped out of my hand? Cry. The food is not warm enough? Cry. Someone besides me chews a little loudly? Cry.
But, there are upsides to it too. One, I get to act clingy without being judged. Two, I get all the attention I want. Three, my laziness is excused. Four, I get good massages. And five, I get alot of orgasms. Pregnancy has me craving my husband all the goddamn time and when we have nothing else to do together, we fuck. And I love it.
At nearly four months pregnant I have a littlest baby bump I've ever seen. It doesn't even look like I am pregnant, it just looks like I had a big lunch. But I love it nonetheless.
This time, my husband has successfully kept away from me for two whole hours and now I am fucking bored. And wet but that's another thing. I pull out my sexiest pair of lingerie, the one I wore a few days into our marriage to seduce the asshole and he successfully avoided me. Well let's see who avoids who now.
It's made of mesh, and is completely see through except for the little butterflies that are embroidered on it to hide a couple thing, you know. I pull the panties up and clasp the bra. My breasts nearly spilling out of the cups that once fitted me perfectly. Well, that's a development.
Next I put on a robe. Covering it all up. After I put on a pair of heels, not very tall ones, I can't risk that much for sexiness, my feet hurt all the time as it is, I walk out the room into my very own home studio. Well it's not exactly a studio, it just has a piano that Vivaan gifted me and my guitar.
I move up to the bench near my piano, set my phone up for recording and drop the robe. Next I pick up my guitar and strum a random tune in just the tiny lingerie. I take my phone, and hit send.
And then...... I wait.
I barely even wait a minute until my phone rings. I pick it up with all the poise in the world, and with the goofiest smile on my face. "Hello?"
"I will strum your cunt better than you do to that guitar, pineapples. Do not fucking move, I'll be right there."
The fruit of patience, is extremely sweet. I've waited hours for this. I get up from the bench and very carefully climb up the piano. I settle my ass onto the flat top of the instrument, my feet dangling in the air. Once a while they hit a key and the music just adds to the aura.
Vivaan slams through the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and then stares at me with a tilt of his head. He shuts the door behind him, clicking the lock in place, before he walks up to me and kicks the bench out of his way. His gaze catches my half out tits and a smirk makes its way on his lips.
