Hukum's Obsession || 18+

3. Their first kiss

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Your author - Dilkush 💕

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"My dream is fulfilled. The moment I had been waiting for all my life finally arrived, though I never expected it to happen this way."

Flash back:

" Kya maal hai , your mom raised hot girl , huhh"

" You want me or all of us together, choice is yours baby ".

A teenage boy insulted a girl while a group of boys surrounded her. No one nearby paid attention to what was happening. Abhay watched, getting increasingly impatient. He wanted to shut them up for good.

" Baby come give us a good kiss "

He came forward to kiss her. That girl is almost near crying .

Abhay stepped forward, his anger simmering.

"You bastards, have you no shame? How would you feel if someone treated your sister like this?" Abhay shouted, his anger clear.

A girl, with a fierce yet innocent face, stepped forward and slapped one of the boys. The sound echoed, stopping their abuse instantly.

"Shame on all of you for not defending her!" she yelled, her voice strong and cutting through the silence.

The crowd shifted uneasily, some looking away while others stared in shock. She stood alone among the boys, showing courage and defiance.

In that moment, he reminded Abhay of someone he admired, someone who always stood up for what was right. He felt drawn to her strength.

Present:

"Can't you see, Mom? We're married. Welcome your daughter-in-law respectfully."

"What the hell have you done? Why did you do this? She was supposed to marry Sanjay. What happened?" Dad roared, his anger shaking the room. I knew this  was coming.

"Mom, Dad, I forced her to marry me. It's not her fault. You know I loved her first, but you chose Sanjay over me. Why?" I demanded.

They fell silent, guilt and anger flickering in their eyes. They knew I liked her first, yet they had chosen Sanjay just because he liked her too. Their true colors were showing.

"Didn't you think about our reputation before doing this?" they finally asked.

"Look, I'm the CEO of AR Industries. I know exactly what I've done and what I'm capable of. Stop this melodrama. We have more important things to handle."

I grabbed her hand and led her away. The media vultures were already circling the wedding. I made sure we slipped away unnoticed.  I didn't want my butterfly to be labeled unfairly.

We got into the car. She refused to look at me, her silence deafening. What was she thinking? Was she thinking about Sanjay? The thought made my blood boil. I knew what I did was wrong, but my reasons were clear.

We reached the house. I took her to my room, the tension between us thick and palpable.

"Rest, you must be exhausted from everything."

I made her sit on the bed. She was unnervingly calm, like the silence before a storm. Suddenly, she jerked her hand away, her eyes flashing with realization.

" Don't touch me " she yelled at me.

" I am not going to touch you butterfly. But one day I am going to fuck you hard "

Her eyes wides by my dirty words. Her breathing increases.

" Asshole " she shouted .

" That too I will fuck . Don't worry butterfly . "

She threw a pillow at my face, her eyes blazing with anger. I couldn't help but laugh at her fierce expression.

"Priya... Priya!"

It was Sanjay, shouting from outside the door. He must have heard about our marriage. This was about to get interesting.

Priya moved to open the door, but I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head. My lips crashed onto hers, kissing her fiercely. Sanjay's pounding on the door grew louder.

Priya was frozen, shocked by what was happening. She didn't utter a single word.

."What the hell are you doing, Abhay?"

Sanjay burst through the door, his face a mask of shock and rage. His eyes burned with anger and frustration. This was exactly what I wanted.