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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it's almost 2 AM, and here I am with an update.
uhm, 3 more chapters to go. 🥺 it's been a journey, no?
see, when i said ✨kalesh✨ i meant every single syllable.
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Happy Reading?¿
Uhm, yes,
Happy Reading.
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I feel so fucking stupid.
"Hi, beta." My dad greets me as he opens the door, ushering me inside. I forgot. I forgot they were coming tonight.
My family and Kabir's firm have already done some business projects together, most of them, I had always voluntarily backed out from just so that my identity remained a secret.
The day Kabir and I were returning home, my father and uncle sat Kabir down and discussed their upcoming hotel project. This time, I was involved. They have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow, I had completely forgotten about it.
"Is this the time to come back, Noor?" My uncle's loud voice taunts me. I look at the dining area where he is seated, Kabir emerges from our room, looking surprised at my entrance.
He must be in the washroom, that's why he didn't open the door. I greet my father and uncle, apologising for my absence. I look at the dinner that's yet to be served but is carefully arranged.
This is why Kabir wanted to leave early, but I acted stupidly.
"Noor, is this how you manage your household, huh? Making your husband do chores that you should be doing? He even came to pick us up." My uncle keeps ranting but my eyes are at Kabir who looks at me with a foreign emotion.
He interrupts my uncle's cruel words and tells them that he has loaded me with some important work. He ushers my father to the dining table, making me sit before he finally starts serving them food.
"Wash your hands, and have dinner, Noor." He softly tells me. I drop my bag on the sofa, and rushing to the wash basin in the kitchen, scrubbing my hands before I join Kabir in serving food.
