"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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"Propose?" I repeated as I stepped into the room, breaking the silence that had settled like a thick fog. Avni spun around, her expression a mix of shock and something deeper, like panic. Her phone slipped from her hand, crashing onto the floor with a sharp clatter.
She quickly bent down to retrieve it, fumbling, but my attention was drawn elsewhere. She stood there in nothing but a bathrobe, the soft fabric clinging to her, barely brushing her knees. It was tied tightly at her waist, her damp hair curling against her neck as if she'd just stepped out of the shower. The fresh, intoxicating scent of her body wash hung in the air, and for a moment, my pulse raced.
"When did you get here?" she asked, her voice unsteady, eyes avoiding mine as if she knew I'd caught her in something. She tried to deflect, to look anywhere but at me, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Everything about her in that moment-the way her damp hair framed her face, the delicate curve of her neck-had me captivated.
I stepped closer, deliberately letting my gaze linger on her. She shifted awkwardly, tossing her phone onto the bed. I could feel the tension building between us, thick and electric. Finally, I broke the silence, my voice low and serious. "What were you talking about? Propose to whom?"
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, clearly flustered. "It's nothing," she stammered. "It was just Ishika. She needed advice... about a guy she likes, that's all."
I closed the distance between us with a few steps, reaching out to grab her by the waist. "Oh really? Just girl talk, huh?" I teased, my voice laced with suspicion and amusement. I pulled her closer, feeling her body tense against mine.
"You got home early," she said, her voice softer, almost as if she were trying to distract me.
"I did," I replied, my grip on her tightening slightly. "Well Aana, I want to know-how would you propose to someone you love?"
Her eyes widened, caught off guard, and her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. She stammered, "Is... this... wh-what you do when someone asks you a question? You just... ask another one?"
I grinned, loving the way I could make her lose her composure. She always seemed so in control, so sure of herself, but not when I was this close. "Maybe," I whispered, my hand moving from her waist to trail up her neck, my thumb brushing against her jawline. "But you still haven't answered me."
She was clearly conflicted, torn between the intensity of the moment and wanting to push me away, but I wasn't going to make it easy for her. Her breath hitched, her eyes flickering between defiance and surrender. Before she could respond, she pushed me gently, freeing herself from my grip. She walked toward the closet, her back to me as I followed her, teasing, "I need my answer, Aana-"
But before I could finish, she shut the closet door in my face.
I blinked, staring at the closed door, a mix of amusement and confusion flooding me. Did I push her too far? Was she upset? I stood there for a moment, then sighed, walking over to the bed. As I sat down, I grabbed my phone, checking through emails to distract myself.
