"𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓?"
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"Only 5 months into this marriage, and we'll part our ways," he said, but their marriage had been arranged for the past 18 years.
Tears streamed down h...
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"Did you just... kiss me, Mr. Rajvansh?"
"Yes, I did. To make you Mrs. Rajvansh," he said with a surprising amount of confidence.
Where does he even get that much confidence from?I heard a low chuckle escape him, his eyes focused on the floor, perhaps mocking my silent reaction.
Kya karu to mein ab? Muh pakad ke chum loo? (What should I do now? Should I just grab his face and kiss him?)
"Why are you laughing?" I asked, my tone serious in an attempt to stop his amusement.
"Laughing? Who said I'm laughing?" he replied, raising his hands toward the sky in a "What do you mean?" gesture.
I rolled my eyes at his response, returning to my normal tone as I asked him again, "Ansh ji, what you said at home... were you serious?"
"Tumhe mazak laga?" I didn't respond. What was I even supposed to say?(Did it seem like a joke to you?)
"Say something," he urged.
"It felt like something between serious and a joke," I finally replied. I could hear his footsteps approaching, stopping just inches from me.
"Let me make one thing clear. I'm very serious about you. Which means I'm dead serious about everything that involves your name," he said, taking my hand and gently wrapping his other arm around my waist.
"But Amaan bhai... he-" I couldn't finish my sentence as he silenced me by placing a finger on my lips.
"He's my brother-in-law. Leave him to me; I'll make him understand," he said, pausing briefly before continuing, "I'm not here to make you worry, Rooh. I'm here to give you all the happiness in life. So stop worrying about things that don't matter."
"Ansh ji, aapko pata hai na bohot raita faila diya hai aapne? Kya zarurat thi yeh sab karne ki?" I said, looking straight into his eyes without blinking. (You know you've created quite a mess, right? What was the need to do all this?)
He was leaning in, but a call interrupted us. He glanced at the screen once, shook his head, and ignored it.
I asked who it was, and he placed his index finger on my lips and, leaning near my ear, whispered, "Not someone we should worry about."
I placed my hands on his chest to maintain some distance between us. But, given how close we were, it was far from a 'good distance,' and to create that space, I'd have to push him away -well I won't do that!
"Ansh ji-"
I couldn't finish because, with a sudden jerk, he pulled me closer, wrapping my hand around his neck while entwining his fingers with mine, his other hand resting on my waist. My breasts were practically pressed against his chest, which I was-liking- No, not!
