【11】 My Queen.

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“Who is she, Ruvit?” The question was sharp and infuriating as it snapped me and Ruvit to attention

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“Who is she, Ruvit?” The question was sharp and infuriating as it snapped me and Ruvit to attention.

My gaze landed on the girl, recognizing her voice from the call.

A fresh wave of irritation washed over me—but wae?

“None of your business,” Ruvit shot back, his voice a low growl, radiating pure contempt.

Then, in a swift, possessive motion, he pulled me closer by the waist, a silent and an undeniable claim.

“But I can tell you,” He continued, his eyes were like twin daggers, fixed on the girl, “She is Aridhi, my girlfriend.”

Is this his favorite position? Is my waist so damn attractive?

The thought, absurdly, flitted through my mind.

He was glaring at that girl as if a storm was brewing in his eyes.

Meanwhile, my own gaze was helplessly fixed on his sharp and unforgiving jawline, mesmerized by the sheer intensity of his profile.

This boy was driving me absolutely and gloriously crazy.

First, in front of Ishir, and now in front of this girl, he had proudly declared me his girlfriend.

But the main point—the truly bewildering aspect, wae I wasn’t minding a single bit?

If any other guy had dared to pull such a stunt, to make such a public claim, I swear, I would have kicked him directly on his ‘little buddy’.

I looked at the girl.

Her face was a mask of incandescent fury, her eyes blazing with undisguised rage.

Who was she to Ruvit? The question burned.

“Ruvit, it’s not a time to joke around,” The girl scoffed, her voice tight with barely contained hysteria.

“You know very well that we are going to get married.” She shrieked, the words ringing with desperate certainty.

What. The. Fuck.

My head snapped to Ruvit, who, at the exact same moment, turned his gaze at me.

Our eyes met, locking in a searing, unbreakable contact.

His intense stare, usually a source of playful teasing, was now unnervingly serious.

“Aridhi.” He called my name, his voice was deep and serious that vibrated through my bones.

God, my cheeks!

They were betraying me again as a fiery blush spread across my face.

He looked so devastatingly serious, and here I was, blushing like a schoolgirl who just developed a crush.

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