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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
The aroma of lavender envelops my senses the moment I step into Mr. Malik's room—our room.
A gasp of awe escapes my lips as I take in the sight before me. Wow.
The room is beautifully decorated with elegant orchids and the soft glow of lavender-scented candles illuminating the space with a soothing fragrance.
I can't help but grin widely looking around the room, It's so romantically decorated, but why is it romantically decorated? I mean— Hold on, How did I forget it's for the darn first night! I feel so silly.
First night. Oh my gosh. It's my first night.
There were many things I imagined I'd do on this night, after all, doesn't every girl dream about their first night? And I have dreamt about mine and giggled on it numerous times when I was young.
Honestly, I didn't exactly have any innocent thoughts about it, blame my gutter mind. I pictured my first night to be full of excitement and...wild.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some perv or anything, but my stupid young teenager self thought it would be all sexy.
But at that time I didn't really knew I would be marrying a certain stone-cold psycho who would simply ignore me, and I would despise him with all my being.
I let out a sigh, scanning the room and finding no trace of Mr. Malik. Then I hear the shower running in the washroom, figuring he's in there.
Okay, I know he's clearly ticked off about something, I can sense it. And it's pretty clear he didn't buy my 'it was a prank' excuse - I mean, let's face it, it was a ridiculously dumb lie anyway.
So if he's mad, shouldn't he at least talk to me about it? I don't know, maybe just come out and say it in my face?
I'd rather have him shout and argue with me than retreat into his icy silence.
I glance around the room once more, it's so full of romantic vibes, it'd be a shame not to make the most of it— wait, nope! No freaking way.
Did I just entertain the idea of doing something with Mr. Malik? No way! I can't stand his Antarctica self one bit, why would I even consider such a thing? It's just a contract marriage, after all.
Out of nowhere, our first hot kiss pops into my head, followed by the second steamy one at the dinning table and then everything that happened in fitting room.
And suddenly, I'm burning up, even in this air-conditioned room.
Surely, Zayran is undeniable hot and gorgeous and I might be physically attracted to him. I mean I would love to do things with him—
