𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵. 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓵𝔂. 𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓵𝔂. 𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝔂.
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What if the groom-to-be is already married but is clueless about it? Chaos ensues as the...
Okay so I was thinking too much while writing this so kindly read at your own risk *hehe*
Ms. Bhatia welcomes you to the flight of another crazy part of Reeva and Aditya's journey. Prepare your hearts to not go frantic, calm your minds to not question my sanity, and use your fingers to express your expressions while reading into comments for the author. I wish you a safe journey!
Bon voyage!
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Author's POV
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked him.
His dark eyes burned with intensity as he gazed at her in response. His gaze was sharp, unwavering, bringing every cell of her skin alive. He kept staring at her as she dropped her bag on the bed and stepped towards him, annoyed by his silence. She asked louder as she reached him, "Why are you here, Mr. Roy?"
Before she could even think what he was up to he pulled her to himself. She landed on his lap with his firm hand draped around her waist, making her gasp. She looked back at him, making their faces inches apart from each other's.
Instead of taking the invitation of his drowning orbs, she broke the moment of silence by raising her brows at his audacity. As she kept looking at him for the answers she was searching for, she was acutely aware of the knife in his right hand because she knew weapons were child's play until she had it all sorted in her head.
His gaze shifted to her lips as she gently roamed her tongue over them to give them a gist of moisture. That was exactly the moment she used to snatch the knife out of his hand and throw it at the man who had just emerged from the wardrobe.
While she looked at the man analyzing the situation coldly, he tilted his head back and smirked down at her. She tried to get up, but the weight of his arm didn't let her. She looked back at him, confused, while he shrugged, tightening his hold on her.
Making a face at his insane behavior, she wondered, "What kind of husband gives those intense eyes to his wife while an intruder is trying to crawl towards the door?"
Deciding that he had enough fun seeing her cute angry expressions, he kept his head on her shoulder and said, "Couldn't miss the chance to see you in action for a second time. So here I am"
Rolling her eyes at his words she fumed, "Now if you've had your fun then leave me"
"What's my benefit in that?" he asked, kissing her cheek sneakily.
"You will be saved from the man who is about to escape when he strikes again," she said, smacking his chest.
"5 cm," he said, making her head snap at him at the severity of his tone.
"With the amount of strength you used to stab his thigh, the knife must have dug up to 5 cm of his flesh, cutting open the femoral artery, and he hardly has 3-5 minutes more. You don't have much time left to question him properly, anyway. So better stop wiggling because cold showers ain't fun on a honeymoon," he spoke, looking at the man losing consciousness while she wanted to smack him. She had her answers already but still wanted to assess the attacker properly.
