CAN AN ARRANGE MARRIAGE TURN INTO SOMETHING MORE?
Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh, a 31-year-old, stoic, intimidatingly gorgeous billionaire CEO, unfortunately with a problem with his birth chart.
The only solution: Marriage, to the girl whose chart resemble...
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Ishika's(pov)
My eyes literally gouged out of my socket seeing Mr.Husband standing in the kitchen when I returned from the room.
Although he can, wasn't it too early? CEOs, in my opinion, are far too busy to have time to leave the office so soon.
Not that I am complaining. I was over the moon when he sat beside me to have dinner. Disregard less of the fact, that he didn't say anything about the food, I put my heart and soul into.
I am...understanding.
But now I'm feeling very gloomy.
I was in a jolly and peaceful mood, spending my day reading a Book, before he came. But now all I feel is annoyance clawing my nerves.
I am like a moth drawn to a light bulb by other people's moods. They suck my energy replacing it with theirs.
Not their fault, it's just me. I absorb the energy of the people around me. That's why I like to stay alone.
I huff in irritation. Why can't that man of a husband of mine have a good conversation? I know we are not some friends but at least as a___stran__ger.
A sardonic smile touches my lips.
My life seems to be an oxymoron, doesn't it? Husband and stranger, same sentence. Damn. Father and Stranger go hand in hand as well.
Slow pace. That's how things work girl.
I try to reason with myself. At least in the former situation.
Fetching a glass of water for myself, I shut off the lights of the main lobby area, making my way to his bedroom.
Goosebumps pepper my flesh, from the mere thought of him and me in the same bedroom
From now onwards I'll have to share my space with a man, my Husband.
It's Scary as fuck.
Men. I have always had a distance from the species. Truly treacherous and deceitful.
I kick open the door of the bedroom, dim lights are the only source illuminating the whole room.
Silently shutting the door, I keep the glass on the unoccupied side table.
I glance at Abhiraj who is quietly scrolling his phone while lying on the left side of the bed.
My little stomach is fluttering with butterflies. Dizziness sprawling my inside.
He looks enchanting. Wearing specs, resting against the pillow wearing a black shirt and pajamas. Golden hues of light trickling every inch of his facial features, reflecting his masculinity in all its glory.
I tear my gaze away, clenching my fist tightly annoyed at the unwanted thoughts clouding my brain.
You don't know how he is, girl, so Stop Drooling. It's absolutely not good.
