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5| Unwanted Husband

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Chandrika's POV:-

I woke up with the light tearing the curtains apart and blinding my eyes.

I groaned in irritation and adjusted my eyes to the sunlight.

I heard a little sound, so I turned and saw my husband coming outside in a towel.

Hot, hot, hot!

My mind exclaimed at seeing this blissful sight in front of me.

Ugh, my possessive ass is jealous of the mirror he's staring into.

"Until when did you decide to shamelessly eye-fuck me?" he said, snapping me back to reality, and I chuckled.

"It's you roaming naked around, and I'm the shameless one? What kind of irony is that?" I replied as I got out of bed.

He held my wrist, pulled me, and then pushed me against the dressing table while standing just in front of me.

This isn't supposed to happen, he's too hot to handle.

I tucked my lower lip between my teeths just to control my thoughts, but it's not helping.

"Why the hell are you so desperate to touch me every time?" I said irritatingly, just to hide my nervousness.

"This is my house, and this is my bedroom. I can roam in a towel. I can roam naked if I want," he said, coming closer to me with each word.

"And you are no one to speak to me like this." With this sentence, he was dangerously close to me, and I couldn't resist but move my face to the other side to ignore the proximity between us.

"Got it," he said, and I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my cheeks.

I slightly slammed my feet on his, making him hiss in pain, and with that, I got the chance to free myself from his cage.

"How the hell—" he began in anger, but I cut him off.

"Mr. Unwanted husband, don't fucking dare to come close to me until and unless you love me or accept our relationship—or the consequences will not be good for you. I'm your wife not a slave, learn to stay within your limits," I said and tried to run away from there just to catch my breath because I had been holding it for so long.

But he held my wrist and forcefully pushed me onto the bed, hovering over me, holding my wrist and pinning beside my head against the mattress.

His whole body was crushing me mercilessly.

It would have been a hot scene for me if he had accepted me as his wife, but right now, it's just not something I would like to happen.

He wanted to scare me with his actions.

I'm not scared of him, but I'm nervous, I might break down into pieces if he comes closer.

"Adhikar, let go," I said, hissing in pain when I felt his grip on my wrist where I had applied a bandage last night.

It was painful when he held that wound tightly.

"Adhikar, it's hurting, let go!" I said, almost yelling at him.

"You chose this pain for yourself. This is hell for you, and I'm just reminding you," he said, coming close to my face.

I turned my face away from him.