The Love That Hurts (#Billionaire's Obsession) | ✓

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"Arrgh," Vivaan growled, keeping two fingers
on his forehead and one hand on his hip, suppressing his lips into a thin line, trying to calm down.

Oh, you're wondering why he's angry? Of course, it's because of Amisha. She hasn't been talking to him since afternoon, and now it's night. He was waiting for her anger to reduce, but it doesn't seem like it's going to reduce anytime soon.

He went to their room but stopped outside when he overheard Amisha. It wasn't like he was eavesdropping or something, he just stopped to listen to his name. He wanted to know what she was talking about.

(On call)

"Oh god, Vani, I'm so happy for you. Bhai finally proposed to you for the wedding. Though it was bound to happen, your wedding, he never said it in reality," she sounded happy.

"Did he really give you a diamond ring? Aww, I'm jealous," she said, and Vivaan thought she was jealous because he never gave her anything as a gift. He bought everything for her but never gifted her something.

"Nope, Vivaan never proposed to me," she said slowly, playing with the blanket and her fingers.

"Okay, bye. I'll meet you ASAP," she said and ended the call.

From this, Vivaan got to know that Amisha wanted him to propose to her. He was happy to know that she wanted him to confess to her, so for now, he left the thought of proposing and called someone.

"Send some latest rings for her, latest necklaces, waistbands, and everything. Send it as fast as you could, otherwise I'll show you what happens when you delay me," he said and ended the call.

He really didn't care about money at all because he was transforming from a millionaire to a billionaire from the day Amisha set her foot in his life.

His business is growing, and his life is becoming happier all because of her, of course, as they say,
"Laxmi ji ayi hai." (Goddess laxmi has arrived)

He came inside with a smile tugging on his face, hands in his pockets, still in his formal clothes.

He moved to her and sat infront of her on the bed.

"Amisha, don't ignore me, please," he said, his voice becoming deeper. Amisha knew that no matter what, he didn't like her ignoring him, so she just raised an eyebrow, indicating for him to continue.

He sighed and then said, "Listen to me"
'Listening to you,' she said, blowing on her nails and moving her hand.

"Talk to me, Amisha."
"Talking to you" she said, making him more irritated.

"Amisha, listen and talk to me" he said, and an idea popped up in his mind. He smirked and said "Kiss me."

"Kissing you" she said, and when he went silent, she looked up at him. Then realization hit her; her eyes widened, and a gasp left her mouth when he lightly pinched her waist.

"Hmm, kissing me? I didn't feel it. Can you please kiss me again?" he said, making her roll her eyes at him.

"Don't talk to me, I am not in the mood," she said and moved from there towards the balcony.

He came there and backhugged her.
"What should I do to make my biwi's (wife's) anger cool down?"
She was silent when he turned her towards him and bent to her level. She was a little shorter than him, as I had already mentioned.

"Let me continue doing law," she said softly without looking at him.

"I never prohibited you to do so; I just said not under his firm."