An arranged marriage isn't something everyone wants. It's a big chance that not everyone would take. Will this one work out, or will it not?
Can love really grow when you didn't choose who you marry?
Will they be happy together? And in the end, wil...
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ANANDITA'S POV
The whole terrace was clean, huge, and decorated with white lights, like fireflies dancing in the dark, creating an atmosphere as enchanting as a starry night.
The soft glow casts gentle shadows, making it feel like stepping into a realm of dreams. The night air, crisp and cool, wrapped around us, carrying the distant sounds of the city below.
The cooled breeze gently caressed my face, playing with my hair in a soothing rhythm. I couldn't help but notice his hair swaying in peace with the breeze, adding to his captivating allure.
Admittedly, he looked attractive - a man worthy of admiration.
"Did I come across as a monster?" He stepped closer, enveloping me with his musky cologne and his warm palm rested on my exposed waist, sending me heat and a soothing sensation. My breath became uneven.
"No, I didn't mean that," I replied, aware that my next words might shatter with my nervousness.
"But I can eliminate anyone who tries to betray me or hurt my family." The intensity in his eyes made it clear that he wasn't joking or speaking in riddles; he was dead serious.
"Let's discuss something else," I suggested, redirecting my attention to the city below, its lights twinkling like a sprawling blanket of stars.
"No discussions, let me kiss you" he proposed, his gaze penetrating from a towering six-foot perspective. His imposing height was impossible to ignore.
What's with his demand of kissing then and now? But I found myself liking kissing him.
At that moment, I found myself admiring him more than usual-there was something unusually captivating about the way he held himself, the confident stance that hinted at hidden depths.
He turned me towards the banister; its cold metal pressed against my bare back, the sparkly view vanished, and his face loomed before me, filled with the same need I sensed the night before at my mother's house.
His right palm, which had rested on my bare waist, now traveled, face inching closer, body pressing against mine. His other arm anchored on the banister, caging me.
