A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE]
I love him, he loves me too, more than his life.
But-
What if my husband is ready to snatch my life?
Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish t...
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R A N V I
"Tell me, will you join me for dinner?" I asked Aaran who is facing the window while we are heading towards home. I have been trying my best to convince him to take me for dinner—I even said that the bill is on me but he isn't ready to accept my request.
"Aaran–" I yelled, mixed with pleas and grabbed his shoulder. But if things start to get easier for me then how will it go? Instead of grabbing his shoulder I accidentally grabbed his coat and pulled it revealing his neck and a little of his tattooed shoulder.
Aaran turned to look at me, his eyes turned dark. Soon the blinders were pulled separating us from the two people sitting in front. "What?" I left the fabric slowly running my hand to smoothen the fabric and let go an awkward smile.
"Let's just go to a restaurant, have food and go back home." He shifted a little towards me, placing his palm on my bare thighs. "Perhaps there is any motive behind this?" I shook my head because no way I am revealing that I had a bet with my friends and if I won then my friend Sam will go on a blind date.
"Can't I eat with you? You are just overreacting–" Butterflies took flight in my stomach the moment Aaran's hands slid to my inner thighs. My breath turns heavy but it's too late to realise that I am not breathing.
"You want to go on a dinner date with me?" I nodded as he cupped my most intimate part. "You didn't even change your panties?" He chuckled and spoke again. "I will go with you only if you do what I say." I hesitated a bit considering the evil idea running in his brain.
"And what is it?"
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Being born in a society where everyone has an eye on your every single step is weird. Like come on, I stepped inside the restaurant with my fiance. I didn't steal someone's man that they are glaring–or maybe check-in him out. Even the waitresses, like come on get a life.
"What do you wanna have, Mr. Russo?" I asked, flipping through the menu but instead my eyes were pinned to the woman wearing a black midi dress with gloves in her hand and holding a small notebook. She is smiling while looking at Aaran who barely gives her attention. "Anything," He replied, pulling out his phone and typing something.
For the first time in my life, I am going to do this. "Give me the best food." I say but she was too busy looking at 'my' man that she barely paid attention to my words. Slamming the menu book on the table, I lift my gaze to look at her with a bright fake smile across my lips.
