✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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"Eat. Chandini, do not make me repeat myself."
Rudra says with a stern look on his face as he tears a bite of chapati and dips it in curry. He forwards his hand in front of my mouth and glares, raising his eyebrows when I do not open my mouth.
He is sitting in front of me, cross-legged on the bed, with a plate of food in the middle, which he made himself. He was late again today, and I am still annoyed with him.
I awoke with an excruciating headache in the morning, and my stomach was not happy with me, so I have not eaten anything since.
And the man in front of me left a painkiller and a note that said, 'Take it; this will help with the headache, and I hope you remember your action from last night.'
And I can not explain how embarrassed I felt at that moment, remembering everything I did yesterday.
I punched a man, and he deserved it. But Rudra broke his hand because that man touched me. And I think I am going insane because, even in my drunken state, I found that hot.
For the first time, I called Rudra, my husband, and I was ready to throw my hands on that woman-I still do not know who she is. I kissed him on the neck and bit him there.
Then I tried to strip in front of him and if that was not enough, I even slipped my hand inside his shirt. I remember everything vividly, including how he put me under the cold, freezing water.
Moron!
This is the reason I did not want to get drunk in the first place, but Muktha and Barkha hyped me and I gave in to their influence.
I can not even look him in the eyes because I am too shy, and I can not stop blushing. I drop my head in my palm feeling my face heat up.
I lift my head and look at him for a moment when he touches my hand. He is still holding the bite in front of my mouth.
"No, I do not want to eat, especially with your hand."
I say as I take a step down the bed, my anklets belling loudly in the silence. I do not know how but when I woke, they were already around my ankles.
"Sit down, Chandini."
His voice stops me. His tone is direct and firm.
I am immediately back in my seat, and I gulp, avoiding his gaze.
"And I want your eyes on me,"
he says slowly, and I nervously raise my eyes to meet his. He is looking at me with a solemn expression on his face, his eyes locked on mine.
I avert my gaze and turn away, my cheeks and neck becoming warm once more. But my eyes snapped to him as I felt him, firmly wrapping his fingers around my neck, and my eyes widened.
