°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
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L A S Y A
I massaged my forehead while going through an important file about a new client. Seriously the upcoming project I have taken under was a big shot, and the date was nearing sooner than I thought. I could multitask, but with the shifting and new staff recruitments, I was having a hard time.
My office will be shifted in a week and I've scheduled the opening after two days, once everything's set and I'm satisfied with the interior. And let me tell you, I'm one picky person, I'm specific about everything, and since it's related to my work, it has to be perfect no matter what.
The opening ceremony would be on the day of Dada-dadi's anniversary since my mother-in-law told me that it was an auspicious day. And she has strictly warned me that she'll do a vaastu Puja and whatnot, and she had left no room for arguments.
I didn't want to refuse me even though I don't believe in all this, but she has her own beliefs and I don't want to appear on the bad side. So I left the Mehrotra ladies to decide all the religious things concerning my office.
The Mehrotras were oddly weird but amazing. Especially my clown husband. Yesterday he held me captive in the passenger seat while he continued to drive single-handedly. He didn't take me anywhere special, just drove around the city to help me calm my mind a bit. But I have to agree that he looked hot though.
The way he had marched towards us in the Mall as if he would burn down anyone who would get in his way or go against his words. The fire in his eyes had left me feeling something different. Especially when he drove with one hand and with the other one held both of my wrists. His palms were big enough to cover most of my face, the texture of them rough yet soft.
And when he had rested his forehead on mine and his breath fanned on my face, I felt the oxygen being knocked off my lungs. He was close, too close and I was left withering like a leaf.
This concern towards me was understanding but it was completely new for me to expect something from someone, and like a fool, I'd caused a drama, but alas he had managed to find a way out, like always.
I licked my lips when I imagined the veins on his arms. They were very prominent and a bit greenish but rested sexily. Making him look ten times sexier than he was. I mentally chided myself for the gutter of my thoughts, was I ogling on my own husband's hands, but I had the right to? No?.
Shaking my head I concentrated more on my work.
I checked my phone for the hundredth time but still, there was no message from Prit, irritation filled my bones and I felt furious. I am going to sue the bastard for mentally harassing me, best friend or not I'll file a lawsuit and as childish as it sounds, I know Chachu wouldn't refuse my idea. Case kar dena hai maine uss kutte per!!Ahh!
