𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
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He stood there, pressing the gun against my forehead, his eyes burning with anger, betrayal, and hate.
Hate-something I never wanted to see in his...
"I don't know if this chapter meets your expectations or not, but I tried my best. (18+ content)"
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She started serving dinner on the dining table. I was so hungry because I hadn't had anything since morning. I helped her serving the dishes, and once everything was set, I sat at the table and served myself some Biryani. It must be her favorite food since she ordered Biryani yesterday, and today she made it again. The aroma is delightful. As soon as I took the first bite, it melted in my mouth like ice cream. She cooks amazing food. I thought she would not be good at cooking because of her professional life, but she surprised me.
A few minutes ago, when I hugged her, I felt her heartbeat quickening with our closeness. I did have an effect on her, and I think it's a good thing. This morning, I was angry, maybe I still am, but I need the passcode for the elevator. I can't be stuck here.
I heard her clearing her throat. I was so lost in the food, I didn't pay any attention to her. Not my fault though, first I was hungry and second the food is so delicious. I looked at her, and she was looking at me with a blank expression.
She only has two expressions; either she is smirking or she has a blank expression. It's not like she doesn't have any other expressions. Yesterday, I saw her chuckling, and it was so sweet. I wonder her laugh would be so melodious if she laughed, but it's not possible; she is like Hitler. Still looking at me with what expression, I can't say now.
"Are bolo baba"
(Speak something now)
I said and again focused on food. She stood up and went towards the living area; she finished her food. Either she is too fast, or I am too slow, no, but I ate more today. She came back with my phone in her hands.
"You need to post the same statement which I posted in the evening,"
She asked, ohh sorry declared. I rolled my eyes and again focused on my food. It's finished on my plate. I opened the container to take more, but it's empty.
"It's your 4th time Reyansh, I made dinner, not a bhandara; it's finished now. Focus here,"
she said angrily, shooting death glares at me. I am full, by the way, why was I searching for more food. I took my plate and the empty container and placed them in the kitchen sink and washed my hands. When I came back, she was still standing there with my mobile in her hands.
Stubborn..
"Do you need machine for your ears?? Bomb blast mein kaan ke parde phat gaye hai kya? "
( "Did your eardrums burst in a bomb blast or something?")
She held my wrist and pulled me towards the living area.
"Of course not, my eardrums are working. If you remember, yesterday you threatened me for marriage, and if I do not agree to it, you will kill my brothers. I heard it from the same ears."
