Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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I never thought that staring at someone would be the easiest thing to do but it is when the object we are staring at is Kashvi.
Not that anyone else is allowed to stare at her. Except me.
My family, they were talking with her about god knows what but what I'm doing? Looking at Kashvi.
When Mom had told everyone that she wanted to talk about something, I was least interested in it but I would grab any reason which permits me to sit beside her.
"Can you show me your room?"
I came out of my dream land with Kashvi when she spoke suddenly. It looks like it has been long since we were sitting here because no one was here except the two of us. Maybe they already left for their rooms.
"So eager to be with me in a locked room?" I got up from the couch and stood in front of her with my hands in the pockets of my suit pants.
I was standing so close to her that I was sure that she wouldn't be able to stand up without getting close to me. But this position made me think of something else and I can't stop myself from wondering how she will look on her knees in front of me.
"I would suffocate in that locked room so don't assume anything on your own." she placed her hand on my chest and pushed me back and I wanted nothing more than to be pulled closer by her.
Like I would let her suffocate. "Don't worry, I will give you my air to breathe." I love the way her cheeks turn pink and I can not wait to paint them red.
I moved to my room but kept standing there as she was still shocked from what I said. I turned around to look at her. She had her hand on her lips but she was quick to put them at her side and stood straight. I again started walking ahead but this time with a smirk and she started following me soon after.
"You know long legs are beneficial but long legs without control on them are disadvantageous."
I smirked at her remark. I have seen and fucked many woman who would not dare to talk to me like that because if they did, it was their life which was on sake but this short woman of 5'2, doesn't have a filter on her mouth and kept talking to me like I'm her best friend or something.
"Why need long legs with control on them when I can control you." I stopped to say that to her and took in the light pink color her cheeks always turn to when I say something like this to her.
I opened the door of my room and let her step inside first. She looked for something and then went inside the bathroom.
I moved to the couch while smirking because the little miss knows how to show attitude but doesn't know who to properly work on it to not let her be embarrassed.
Her clothes were in the wardrobe next door to the bathroom. Maybe it was her luck that she opened the exact door of the bathroom and did not take her clothes with her and I'm so sure she must be so busy thinking that she must have forgotten about them.
