wooing Meera Rai

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Vihaan Singh Chauhan never thought that one day he'd have to knock before entering his own bathroom.

It had been one month since he had married the woman he despised the most and he had to pretend to be the nicest husband there could ever be.

And that meant making her feel safe and comfortable until she lets down her guard.

When Vihaan married Meera, she told him - especially that she was not comfortable with physical intimacy. Vihaan did not push her to tell her sob story - plainly because he was not interested - and acted like he was giving her time. 

But Meera would not let him touch her - that was INSANE. He had to sleep on the couch in their room because Meera was not comfortable with them sharing the same bed.

Do you know how stiff and congested the couch was? He and his back had to pay the price for the act he so valiantly carried.

It had been one month since their wedding, one month of Vihaan acting like a loyal puppy, one month of being the most amiable and wholesome man. And every second was killing him, slowly and steadily. 

But he needed to do this. 

He had to fuck Meera Rai. He had to show her what it meant to go against the devil. He had to show her where a woman belonged.

And as much as he wanted to fuck her and her life, he had to be patient with the entire scheme. One misstep and Meera would catch his string of well woven lies. 

She was very smart for a woman - Vihaan would give her that, but she was also a woman. That meant she was emotionally weaker than him. Of course, blinded by love and his well crafted actions that made her believe that loving him was the best thing she could do.

Vihaan couldn't wait to break her. Destroy her. Wipe that smile off her face. Kill everything good in her life.

He couldn't wait for Meera to trust him completely. And he'd do everything for her to gain his trust. He would do anything - he was a fine actor. 

So as he got off the meeting with the board members, Vihaan called out for Meera who would by now ready his coffee and the jam toast. She made the strawberry jam from scratch and Vihaan who never really liked jam, suddenly had a liking for it.

Might as well get something from this sham of a marriage.

Vihaan looked at the clock - it was almost noon and he called out to his wife, concern lacing in his voice as he ran past the study and the kitchen. It was her off-day at school and Meera did the most Meera thing during her off-days.

Read books like an 80 year old.

Why in the world would she read so many books? He had to sacrifice his little video parlor so Meera could have her study and her tons of books lined up in the shelves. She had changed the room from a boring TV outlet with little to no light, to a mini-library with tiny green plants on the window sill, beautiful wooden arch to keep her books and a lingering scent of sandalwood and vanilla. 

Other than smell of newly printed money, that scent was his favourite. 

Each time he was around Meera, she'd smell so good - it was impossible for him to hold himself back. The waiting was only making it more frustrating and upset, because she was literally the only woman Vihaan wanted to rail. He stopped hooking up only because he wanted the first night with Meera to be just as sensual and amazing as it would be for her.

After all, she was his wife. She deserved one night of pure ecstasy before he destroyed her life.

Vihaan frowned - she wasn't in her study, she wasn't in their room, she wasn't in the balcony.