What happens when all the best friends meet after a few years at a Royal wedding? Will they find their true love?
How will their new relations be? Can the fragile ladies handle the arrogant men? Or maybe they can change themselves for their love of...
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You don't want to know what happened when I opened my priceless eyes after I went to bed. Rohan Fucking Shekawat was right next to me, grinning sinisterly at me. The shit he's pulling in my bed? Please tell me that I'm not dreaming. Why on earth would I even dream about that crazy-ass bitch? "Morning, Baby Sweet." he greeted. I ignored his greeting and cast a quick glance around the room. THIS IS NOT MY BEDROOM FOR SURE. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. "How in the world did I get here? What have you done?" Rohan grinned, "Relax, sweetheart." He moved closer, causing me to slump backward and look away from him. I was at the party last night, so how did I get here? Was I kidnapped? I had a lot of questions on my mind.
"Don't you remember?" He grasped my jaw and spoke in a soothing voice, forcing me to look at him. "You ran up to me last night, and then-" he paused, causing me to frown. THEN WHAT? I looked at him curiously. "You hugged me tight and asked me to take you home. So, I did." Rohan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he finished his sentence, leaving me speechless. NO FUCKING WAY. His smirk widened as he saw my stunned expression. "Believe it or not, you practically begged me to bring you here," he added with a chuckle. "NO, YOU ARE LYING!"
"You may not recall since you were intoxicated when you arrived and had a couple more shots later." I swear, I'm going to kill him. "We had a great time together last night." I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment as I tried to piece together the events of last night. Dear Lord, please get me out of this situation. I'm not sure if I should thank him for looking after me or be angry at him for putting me in it. He also remarked that we had an incredible time, what exactly does that mean? Has anything happened between us? I looked down at myself under the blankets and realized that the dress I was wearing today was not the same as the one I recalled wearing last night. "Told ya, we had a great time." He smirked and got out of bed, leaving me irate and perplexed. "Come on, let's have breakfast," he said casually, as if nothing unusual had happened. "NO WAY, FUCKING LET ME OFF THIS HOUSE !" I yelled, looking at him. "What the hell did you do to me?" My voice is now trembling from fear and anger. I had never wanted to feel so violated and defenseless in my own skin. I had certain things and small wishes, such as wanting to give my whole self to my husband, but now I felt as if that choice had been taken away from me.
"Calm down, baby. I was just kidding." He sat beside me, ruffling my hair softly. Now how do I believe this? He responded as if he had heard my thoughts. "You were just drunk, and a guy was trying to take advantage, so I asked my guards to kidnap you here, and then you dozed off. I changed your clothes because they looked too uncomfortable for you." His eyes looked sincere, and I sighed. "Whatever, I'm going home." He instantly grabbed my waist as I got up and pulled me on his shoulder. "You're not leaving, baby sweet. If you dare leave my mansion, I'll make sure that what I said a few minutes ago comes to pass." My heart raced for an instant.
"Let go off me!" I grimaced and hit his back as hard as I could, but his grip grew tighter. He chuckled. His chuckle was always halfway a laugh, halfway a threat. If I were to leave from here, I'd have to either "pretend" to play along or poison his drink.
