Oberoi's Ardhangini

CH | 19

 After Jwalin left her alone, her knees went weak with the stress he put her through, and she strode to the nearby sofa and collapsed as if her whole energy was drained.

Stroking her cheeks which were still paining a little, she sighed, defeated by the turn of events.

"I didn't know my married life would be like this!" She exclaimed, disappointment lingering on her face.

Patting on her crazily beating heart, she couldn't help but yell at her stupid heart, "Will you just calm the fuck down?"

Palming her forehead in annoyance, she mumbled, "He didn't have a sweet romance with me to behave like a crazy woman for him!"

Her mind was a mess as his face kept popping up in front of her, and she just didn't know what to do to get rid of him!

"That bastard of my husband!" Pranavi muttered, keeping a messy bun, and strode to the mirror.

Glancing at her red chin, her eyes burned in fury. A pout settled on her plump lips and she cursed, "Stupid Jwalin Oberoi."

Grabbing her loungewear, she decided to have a warm bath to relax and divert her mind from the stupid thoughts of Jwalin.

Scrubbing herself off roughly to remove his cologne on her, she almost bruised her soft skin, but she didn't give a damn about it.

As the hot water was falling on her, it soothed her mind a little and she couldn't help but scold Jwalin in her heart, "Who does he think he is?"

Pouring the shower gel and wiping off his remnants, she cussed, her thoughts were enraged, "What if he's my husband? Hmph!"

...

Jwalin hopped into his car and roared the accelerator at full speed. Except for the mind-boggling sounds from his car, the streets remained empty.

He held the steering wheel so tight to control his inner desire, which was clouding his rationality.

The overpowering senses were driving him to the brink of insanity to claim her with the lust he was developing for her.

His mind was muddied with her thoughts, the way her body reacted to him, her innocent amber eyes, those sexy plump lips, and her soft body in his arms felt so sinfully correct!

"What was happening to me?" He questioned himself as he reminisced, "When was the last time I was this overwhelmed?"

To his annoyance, the answer was never before!

It didn't matter how many females he had slept with so far, no one had such strong power over him, and that scared him.

He was the one always in control, and he would be! He needed to be in control of her, not in any other way.

With that, a determined gaze settled on his eyes, and he drove to The Royal Club, to divert his attention.

Reaching the club, which was such a high and mighty place at midnight, with the luxurious cars parked, the fancy lighting blinding his eyes, and people flooding in and out, Jwalin sighed his head, hoping to get the relief he so badly needed!

This club was the top choice for the wealthy first-generation heirs and the influential circle, since it provides the best confidentiality and the services they offered were top-notch!

Moreover, it was run by the Singhania Twin brothers, i.e., Vikram and Vikrant Singhania, who happened to be his closest buddies from his childhood.

Going directly to their private room, he ordered a strong whisky to clear his head and regain his self-control.