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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
I want to gouge out everyone's eyes. I so badly want to.
Even though I know everyone's here to congratulate us, and naturally, all the eyes would be on bride, I can't stand it.
She's looking every bit of beautiful today, and I'm fucking jealous of every single pair of eyes that are getting to look at my stunning wife right now.
Every gaze directed at her, stirs a storm of possessiveness within me.
She drives me so wild with possessiveness that I have clear murderous thoughts for anyone who even fucking glances at her in the wrong way.
Right now we are standing in the banquet hall, surrounded by numerous guests.
The reception is kept quite grand, just how my mother wanted, with all the unnecessary relatives and my business partners.
My bride stands beside me, smiling at someone congratulating us. I don't see the person who's congratulating us, my attention is solely on her.
Beneath her smile and the facade of being cheerfulness, I sense a familiar unease. She's hiding something from me again.
She keeps glancing anxiously at the entrance as if she's waiting for someone.
The room is filled with the presence of all the guests who had already gathered.
My family just showed up, congratulating us and handing us the gifts.
Ma as usual showered us with affection and then threatened to hit me with her jutti if I didn't wear a smile, while my father handed us gifts.
Zara too made her entrance and handed her gift along with that fucker Amir who seemed to linger around my sister more than necessary.
So, who could she possibly be waiting for?
"Who are you waiting for?" I ask. She appears startled by my question.
"Um, Oh, that? Nothing, n-no one." She chuckles nervously, her laughter seeming forced.
"Don't lie to me, Mirha!" I warn.
"Really—" I cut her with a glare.
"Okay fine! I'll tell you the truth." She sighs.
"Continue."
"I'm actually waiting for my ex-boyfriends. I invited them all to prove what losers they were, and it's quite satisfying to have your exes at your wedding."
What the fuck?
I gape at her.
"Look at your expression! Hahaha! I'm just kidding." She bursts into laughter.
"How many?" I ask calmly. She frowns.
"How many ex-boyfriends do you have, and tell me their full names." I demand sternly.
