Hredhaan
Married.
I am married.
I honestly can't believe my plan is successful.
After all chaos at my parents’ place it felt like an achievement to get married to her.
I take a brief glance at her to confirm that me marrying her isn’t a dream but reality.
I watch her looking outside the car window to ignore my presence.
Poor her.
Who’s going to tell her that she can’t ignore me entire day of her life.
And.
Night.
I still have the control over her where I can make her absolutely helpless.
The thought of seeing her like that itself gives me immense satisfaction.
Welcome to hell, wife.
We reach our penthouse and without wasting a second I drag her towards the entrance making her stumble on her saree.
“Welcome to your new home wifey” I speak smirking at her.
“Thanks for the grand welcome” she mutters sarcastically smiling at me and makes her way towards the guest room.
“Where do you think you are going?” I question.
“Guest room” I hear her reply while she continues walking not even sparing a glance at me.
Taking slinking steps in her direction I reach behind her and twirl her holding her wrist making her stop in her tracks.
“What?” she speaks getting irritated.
“You can’t stay in the guest room” I state and she stares blankly at me.
“Two reasons why you can’t stay in there” I state.
Leaving the suitcase from her hand she folds her hands in front of her chest suddenly intrigued in this conversation.
I see her tits bouncing forward as an effect.
Not now.
“One because the servants here give every update to my mom back at the mansion and I don’t want her to think something is wrong as she is anyways not very happy with this marriage” I elaborate.
“Trust me your mom would be more than happy to find out something is wrong” she counters back.
Ignoring her unwanted remark I continue speaking.
“The second reason is because I want us to stay in our room because I know it irritates the shit out of you and that’s why you are bound to accept it” I state smirking at her.
She looks like she is thinking briefly over the topic and then makes her way upstairs towards my room surprising me over the fact that she easily agreed to it.
I follow her all the way to my room to make sure she is truly walking towards my room only and that it’s not another of her stunts.
We reach in our room and she sighs looking at the room and then at me.
She was about to make her way towards the suitcase but I stopped her by holding her arm and made her face me.
She thought it was going to be that easily and simple.
Too bad I don’t plan on leaving you any soon wifey.
“Don’t you want to celebrate our first night my dear wife?” I say pulling her closer by her waist.
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