ʙᴏᴏᴋ 𝟷 ɪɴ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ sᴇʀɪᴇs
Tia ᥫ᭡ Saransh
"I like you. Saransh ji, I truly do a lot, but I'm not sure what love is because I've never felt it."
"Then let me show you what love feels like by painting you in the color of my love, sona.
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"Saransh ji," she muttered as tears started to fall from her eyes.
Her eyes darting to me, she froze like a terrified kitten. She thought, I don't know anything about her wherabouts, and the way she kissed me today felt like a farewell kiss that would last forever. Her eyes were wide open, and I chuckled internally.
She attempted to dissolve our marriage on the ludicrous grounds that she didn't deserve me and thought she was an ugly girl. But who's going to tell her that she's the most beautiful woman alive? Her almond-shaped, innocent eyes staring at me, her grin revealing her bunny teeth—everything about her is so beautiful that it was impossible for me to resist falling in love with her. However, my navie vixen considers her to be an ugly girl who is incapable of standing by me.
She is my beacon of light, and I can't let her go, even if I am a crafty and obsessive bastard. I cannot survive without her; she is my salvation. She is unaware of my devotion to preserving her.
She backed up as I approached her gently, slamming her back on an iron rod pole, trapping her between the pole and me. I purposefully crashed my strong, well-built chest against her soft, mounding body. A shiver ran down my spine. It was not the appropriate moment to unleash my inner beast, so I tightened my jaw to restrain my desire.
With a nibble on her earlobe and her hair tucked behind her ear, I muttered, "Hello, little wifey," with a shudder, she dropped her head, held my white shirt and wrinkling it.
I kissed her nose tip, moving my rough palm over her tummy and sticking my middle finger into her belly button. "Where were you going, my little vixen?" I asked. She shook her head fiercely and buried her claws into my shoulder.
"Look at me, Mrs.Tia Saransh Sharma," I asked, emphasizing every syllable, but she continues to stare down.
"Look at me, Tia," She felt a shiver run down her spine as tears overflowed her eyes as I snarled in my menaced voice.
I became furious. I clamped down on her jaw, making her turn to look at me. She hissed and faced me, her eyes full of tears
"Why?," I said in a hoarse voice. I stroked her neck with my stubble and inhaled in her intoxication, her body tensed up.
Without saying anything, she just gazed at me through her teary eyes. I tightened my teeth. She is crying because of me, which I detest, but she needs to learn her lesson.
"Saransh ji" she whisper
"Shhh....just answer me Tia," I hushed and held my finger on her lips.
She swallowed and looked at me as she inhaled deeply. "I simply don't want to be a burden for you," she muttered, lowering her head.
I grasped her neck and drew her perilously near to me, our nose tips brushing. Gritting my teeth, I questioned, "What did you say?"
"I don't want to be a burden to you", she yelled, shoving me and making me stumble.
