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I arrived at the office, but I'm having trouble focusing on my task. Her tears were continually glimmering before my eyes.I fucking detest the tears in her eyes. Being grown-up, I would have handled the situation calmly but instead I acted rashly against her. In the morning, when I saw her, her eyes were puffy and red, and remorse was written all over her face. Despite this, I behaved like a frigid jerk toward her.

Although she was clearly guilty, she needed to learn that in a relationship where we are equals and must make decisions together, I may be the dominating bastard to the world, but in her eyes, I will be prostrate. She has captured my heart from the beginning and is now everything to me; without her, I would be nothing.

I infused into back-to-back meetings, but my emotions and thoughts were all focused on her. I was in a meeting when my phone pinged, alerting me to an ashii message telling me that my sona was in my company. I smiled, relieved that I could now properly apologize to her. I groaned to internally, but for now, desperately wanted to go see her, to feel her intoxication and warmth in my body.

It's been a while since ashii told me that she came, so I murmured, "How dare he touch what's mine? I'll not leave him today," as I looked at the CCTV footage. My blood immediately started to boil. I abruptly left the meeting and went to the ground floor, where that bastard was attempting to touch my wife.

I smirked as I shot a sharp-edged pen into his right palm, causing him to scream in agony. I punched him till he was about to die, and then I felt a hug and heard someone call my name. I looked at my kid, who was clutching me and appeared afraid.

She gave me a horrified look, and I cursed myself for letting her see me like this. I don't want her to see my dark side, but these bastards always make my inner devil come out.

I embraced her an intense hug and kissed her all over while saying sorry.

I chuckled, glancing at my timid wife as she blushed and snuggled into my chest.

When she talked about the suffering she had endured from childhood until now, my heart aches thinking of it. Goosebumps shoot through my body, and I can't believe someone could be so cruel to their child. Anger shoots through my veins, and I swear to myself that I will be there for her through all of life's ups and downs, that I will protect her, cherish her, and bring happiness to her knees. I will always treasure her.

When she told me that she like me, I felt like I was on top of the moon. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart thudded in my ribs for the first time. A light smile crept across my face. I thought I became wildly mad in her love.

I turned to face her; she was dozing off on the couch, her hair falling over her face and her mouth slightly open.

I swept my gaze over her body. I swallowed as I stared at the sleeping. Her curvy shape was enveloped by the saree to emphasize her curves. Her brown, curvaceous waist glowing from the fluorescent light, her saree pallu moving to reveal her clevage, my manhood hardening as I watched, and I clinched my teeth to restrain my desire, telling myself that she was still a twenty-year-old girl. She enchanted me with her effortless attractiveness without exerting any effort; she is my seductress, a fucking seductress. Only mine exclusively.