Reyaansh Malhotra, an epitome of perfection and beauty, is the most ruthless man one could have ever seen or imagined. He works under his father in the malhotra co. as a COO and is a complete jerk and brat.
Tara Verma, an innocent girl hailing from...
He woke up from his deep slumber. It was five in the morning. He groaned, knowing It was his time to hit the gym but he didn't want to lose the comfort of such a soft pillow.
His pillow felt incredibly soft today. He snuggled closer, with a content smile on his face. After the exhausting day before, it was the most restful sleep he had had in a long time.
Soon, He frowned. His pillow not only felt unusually soft, but it also had a distinct scent~ very peculiar. Something that was more human than fabric. Yawning, he slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes went wide in shock as he realised his face was buried in a place he had least expected.
"Fuck"
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
What am I even doing right now? Shouldn't I move away? I gulped down my saliva as I looked up and relaxingly sighed. She wasn't awake, and I was safe.
It would have been so embarrassing if she had seen me snuggling against her chest. It was so soft. Stop......
Where did the pillow wall go? Did I throw them all while sleeping?
Just as I was about to pull away from her, I heard the clinking of her bangles and immediately closed my eyes, still snuggling against her chest.
So soft.
Why am I being so pervy?
I could feel her gaze. Her body language seemed so tense and my ego was highly satisfied with it. I had an effect on my wife.
MY WIFE!! when did I accept her? I didn't. She isn't my wife. I mean, she is legally, but I donot accept her.
"Ye aise kon sota hai?" I heard her meek, complaining voice, and it definitely did something to me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight the urge to slap myself. I am behaving so messed up ever since she has come. This proximity is killing and dissolving all those birds of hatred that I caged for girls like her.
Unknowingly, a sigh escapes my lips, as her gentle fingers massaged my head, easing my tension. Wasn't she aware that I was basically so close to her that I could feel her skin through that thick sweatshirt of mine.
Not caring about anything, I decided to sleep. I wanted to sleep and nothing else mattered more to me right now. This was so relaxing right now. Her fingers soothing my hair, her soft skin under me.
My eyes closed and I drifted into a deep sleep.
I groaned as the sun rays hit my face, waking me up from sleep. I yawned, covering my face feeling extremely irritated. Just then, I felt relaxed as the sun rays were blocked. I opened my eyes a little and regretted it now.
All the sleep vanished from my eyes the moment I saw her standing in front of the window, trying to cover it with her hand at the same time trying to pull the curtains to cover.
