"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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वो सुरमें की तरह मेरी आंखों में ही रहती है
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Kainaat's POV
My hands are shivering.
I feel as if someone poured cold water over me. Embarrassment and nervousness are dancing in my brain.
Ansh told me to not talk about this matter, but it would be very awkward if I randomly started behaving happily and sunshine with them.
God, I will sit in a temple for a week straight, just send me some power to face the family.
“Let's go.” Ansh's voice took me out of my bribing god session. He held his hand towards me and I took it.
Earlier, After successfully moving away from his hold, I took a shower, wore a pretty sundress
“What If they throw me out?”
“We will build our own home, then.” His statement made me stop setting my dress and look at him.
He blinked at me in an assuring way.
I couldn't help but hug him, “I am really sorry for hurting your family, Ansh.” A sad feeling fogged in me.
He kissed my neck before saying, “You just tried to protect me and yourself. When you are going to see them, you will only apologize for doing it the wrong way because your intentions were never evil. Understand?”
Happy tears blurred my vision as I gave him a nod.
Oh, this man!
“Can you please stop crying? It was not your fault.” He wiped my tears. I chuckled at the sight. He has just been wiping my tears for three days.
Every so often I wonder if I really deserve him or if I'm just too lucky to have him.
If I was a poet, then my every poetry would be about him. But alas, I'm not that talented.
Things are changing.
The home that I used to seek in Myself is slowly but surely starting to be dependent on him. I don't know if I should be happy about this fact or be worried about being a burden for him.
He never said he loved him.
Asshole.
That's my coping mechanism at this point, I was sad in the morning. Then I started blaming myself. Now I'm blaming him.
