"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"I am all yours to stare," he said while standing just millimeters away from me. His bare chest almost touched my back, and my heart raced feeling him so close.
I gulped down my dry throat and murmured, "I... I... should... go..." I lifted my foot to step away, but he held my hand, stopping me. My heart started to beat like crazy.
"Stay," he said in a deep, hoarse voice, holding my hand. I could feel the coolness of his skin on my wrist, and the scent of his cinnamon body wash enveloped me.
"How's your ankle?" he asked again, while I breathed heavily due to my racing heart.
"It's fine," I whispered, my voice barely audible but enough for him to hear.
He hummed in acknowledgment, nodding his head.
"Are you going to stay like this?" I asked, slowly removing my hand from his hold.
"Do you want me to stay like this?" he replied, letting go of my hand and stepping back slightly, sensing my timidity.
"Why would I want that?" I said, though in truth, his physique was something to admire. His muscular shoulders, broad chest, and perfectly carved abs were the result of countless hours at the gym.
"Stop it, Avni, you pervert," my subconscious mind mocked me.
"Move, I have to use the bathroom," I said, gesturing for him to step aside. As soon as he moved, I ran to the bathroom to escape him.
"Haash," I exhaled as I entered. "This man is going to be the death of me someday."
I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing my crimson red cheeks. "Shit," I muttered, rubbing my hands on my cheeks. Did he see my face? Imagining how embarrassing it would be, I groaned in frustration.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was gone. Why did I expect him to be sitting on the couch, working? I smiled to myself at the thought.
I walked downstairs, looking for him. As I walked through the hallway, my eyes fell on him sitting at the dining table. Some servants walked past, holding food for him.
He hadn't had dinner, I remembered. A wave of sadness washed over me seeing him eating alone. He often ate like this whenever he came home late from work.
My feet moved towards him of their own accord. I walked near him and sat next to him. He lifted his gaze, noticing me through the sound of my anklets.
"Aap," he said, surprised to see me. I knew it must be surprising for him. He took care of me when I got injured, and the least I could do was keep him company while he ate.
"Actually, umm... I thought you would be eating alone, so I thought I should keep you company," I said, starting to serve him from the plate in front of him.
As I was about to serve him dinner, he looked at me questioningly. "What are you doing?" he asked. I stopped immediately, not knowing the reason for his objection. Did I make him angry? I quickly pulled my hands back.
"I'm sorry, I was just serving you," I said, not daring to make eye contact with him. The previous moment had been intimidating, and I still felt the sensation in my stomach.
"We have servants for that. You don't have to do this," he said, but his voice was soft. He didn't seem angry as he was earlier.
A few minutes later, a maid came and served him. "Did you eat?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah," I nodded, but my lie didn't last long as my stomach growled, making a sound that didn't go unnoticed by him. He looked down at the source of the sound and raised an eyebrow. I lowered my gaze, biting the inside of my lip.
"Stupid stomach."
After the servant left, he flipped the plate and started serving me. "Why did you stay starving this late?" he asked, pushing the plate towards me. "Eat."
We started eating in silence. He didn't speak, and I got lost in my thoughts again.
We never had dinner alone before this. We always had dinner together with family members. The silence was killing me. Usually, it's always him who starts the conversation first.
What should I say? Should I ask how his day was? Or ask him about his work? What if he doesn't like me asking about his day?
Letting go of all these thoughts, I somehow mustered the courage to ask, "How was your day?" It seemed like the right thing to ask.
"It was a hectic day," he responded, and I could feel his tiredness. It must be stressful handling such a big company with other side businesses altogether.
"How about you? What did you do all day?" he asked, tearing a piece of roti to make a morsel and gulping it down.
"Oh, trust me, I had the busiest day of my entire life," I said, putting the spoon on the plate.
He chuckled slightly. "Achha, vo kaise?"
[And how is that]
"You don't know, sitting all day is such a hectic work," I said.
He burst into laughter at that, his beautiful glistening green eyes shining like stars.
"Green eyes effect," I thought to myself.
We ate in silence, but it wasn't awkward. It was peaceful and calm. Seeing him laugh, I realized I was becoming addicted to his smile, his face, his eyes. Eating dinner with him, I didn't even feel hungry anymore.
He cleared his throat, drawing my attention. He put down the napkin before saying, "Can I ask you something?"
"Ji?" I said, looking at his face as his expression changed.
"I have a school reunion to attend," he said, pausing as he looked at me. I nodded, signaling that I was invested in the conversation. He smiled before continuing.
"Kya aap mere sath chalna chahengi?"
(Would you like to come with me?)
"Huh?" I asked, not knowing what to say. Is he asking me to go with him? This would be our first public appearance after the reception. What should I say?
"All of my classmates will come with their spouses. I also want mine to show up with me," he said, looking at me for an answer.
I inhaled deeply before saying, "Okay, I will," knowing very well my social anxiety would be at its peak. I didn't know any of his friends except Samarth, whom I met at the reception. I could feel my feet getting numb.
He smiled as if he had won something. "Thank you so much."
Why is he like this? He is the king of Pratapgarh. He could have ordered me or just informed me. Why is he so adorable? The more I get to know him, the more I fall...
Wait, what? Am I...
To be continued
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