𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝟗|| 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓

Arjun arrived in my study when I was working on some paperwork that needed to be signed.

I look at him; his face was flushed and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

"What happened why are you panting" I asked with my usual cold tone though he's my friend I always keep personal and professional differences with him.

"Not.....nothing" he stammered averting his gaze, nodding i shrugged off my thoughts.

After signing the files I gazed towards the clock it's 10:45am wrapping up my work I went to my room she's nowhere found shrugging off I freshn up wore a black kurta and went downstair.

My eyes lingered towards my wife my breath hitched looking at her in red a saree she absolutely fucking gorgeous my eyes roam around her body her curvy waist were in display my hand were itching to hold her curvy waist, kiss the hell out of her. She's evoking my inner beast to ruin her innocence my chain of thoughts broke when someone yelling.

I clenched my teeth and clutched my hand as I strode towards the living room. Seeing the scenario, my blood began to boil with anger. How dare they insult my wife? How dare they say derogatory things about her? They have no idea with whom they are playing games, and they will pay the consequences. "Get ready for your destruction sinha's," I thought to myself, smirking as I visualized the scene. Although I act like a sweet, sophisticated businessman in front of the world, in reality, I am not a saint; everyone has demons. I live with dark secrets and desire, except for Arjun and Dev, which nobody knows about.

"Enough!!!"

My voice boomed in the living hall everyone strattled to silence, I gazed at my wife she's weeping silently.

Walking over to Tia, I kneeled in front of her and lifted her face with my palm. Tears fell from her plump cheeks, and she looked down, her lips quivering.

I glared fisting my hand, audacity of this old hag I took a deep breath not to lash out infront of little fragile wife.

"How dare you Mrs.sinha?" I snarled, cutting through the air like a sharp dagger. They frightened looking at my new version, I usually keep my feelings to myself when I'm around my family; they assume that I'm a calm and collected man, but in really, I'm not; you could even call me a bipolar bitch.

I snaked my left hand on her waist pulling her towards me "my wife doesn't need your remarks on her appearance Mrs. Sinha, so better keep your so called suggestions with yourself and better keep your mouth shut otherwise I personally deal with you guys and I'll make sure that your lives runied". I hissed with my cold dominating voice looking at them they left speechless and lowering their gazes.

"Apologies to my wife infront of everyone" I said with my ominous tone.

"I am sorry tia."

"Nah...Mrs.sinha you don't know how apologise hmm?"