Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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another surprise update! hahaa okayy. do vote on the last chapter tho, we haven't even reached the avg vote count there, but i didn't wanna torture y'all more.
do share the boook, please. heheh. we are almost at the end and i would love this book to end with a good view count. 🫶🏻
happy reading!
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I know what is going to happen. I anticipated it and planned it.
The house is doused in darkness, the silence heavily coats it. I stand near the window pane, overlooking the busy roads. It's the place where I had made my life's most important decision.
I am counting the minutes before the door unlocks, and my wife barges in.
It's time.
I have to come clean to her. We need to get divorced. She is going to throw some tantrums, but it's okay. I'll tell her, explain it to her.
There are footsteps outside, keys jiggling before I hear her entering the code. With a click, the door opens. The bulbs in the corridor act as the only source of light.
Her heels strike against the floor, her stride raging. The door bangs to closure, the light dying, eating the room again with blackness.
"Kabir." Word dripping with anger, questions. I have to answer it to her. Need her to know. Things are complicated. It will end very badly.
"Noor." I walk forward. My speed is slow, measured.
"The fuck—" She almost clashes with my body, it's difficult for her to see me in the absence of light. The one from outside fails to give us the required vision.
I don't let her speak, mashing my lips against her. She is shocked, rightfully so. She hesitates. Fuck.
I don't stop though, I give her time. To adjust. To clear the fog. Carefully, I move my lips. My hands cup her face, thumb stroking her wet cheeks. It pains me so much, but I had to do things rightly. She deserves it, she deserves everything.
It takes her a few seconds but she responds, slanting her head, her lips moving against mine. Soft and pillowy. She grasps the collar of my shirt, I can feel her anger. It's radiating through her heated skin, engulfing and swallowing me.
We have kissed before, many times, but today it feels different. I know what she is thinking, why she is aching. It's all because of me, and I'll help her settle it.
