"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
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"Shit, my hands are shaking," I muttered, holding the brush in my hand as I looked in the mirror. It's so hard-why do I have to embarrass myself like this? Forget it, I think I look good without it anyway. But just as I was about to put it down, Veeransh grabbed me by my cheeks and took the eyeliner from my hand, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"Close your eyes," he ordered in his cold, deep voice, and I obediently shut them. I could feel the brush glide smoothly over my eyelids. Does he really know how to do this?
"Open them," he commanded, and I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the mirror. What I saw was a 440-volt shock to my system-my heart practically stopped. It was perfect. Too perfect to have been done by a man. I should have been the one to do it correctly, but here he was, doing it flawlessly.
"What the... He's my boyfriend," my mind teased, making me blush profusely. The word 'boyfriend,' and one as handsome as him-it was something I never imagined.
I turned to look at him as he drove the car, ready to tell him how bad it looked. "I'll take your appreciation tonight," he said, smirking at me, his intense gaze piercing through me. Appreciation? I was about to criticize him!
"By the way... Veer," I stammered, feeling nervous due to the closeness inside the car. It's a Lamborghini, and it's black too. You could say that our whole look, with the car, is all black. The scent of roses lingered inside the car, freshened by his cologne, which was really strong, hitting my nose. I fidgeted with my fingers nervously when he didn't answer.
I turned my neck to look at him, only to widen my eyes in surprise-he was really close to me, his face just inches away from mine, our lips almost touching.
"What, you want to say I look hot?" he said seductively, leaning closer to my ear before licking my earlobe with his tongue. I clenched my thighs together, feeling a tingling sensation between them, like a current flowing through my veins at his closeness.
"Look at me," he whispered, turning my face toward him with his hands. I bit my lips nervously, ruining my lipstick again. I must have reapplied my lipstick ten times already, all because of Mr. Pervert Veeransh. It's like he wants to burn more calories together with me.
Does he really want me to look like a walking cucumber when I step out of this car?
I looked at him with my hazel brown eyes, only to meet his intense green gaze. All my sass disappeared the moment I looked into his eyes-there was a deep, unspoken desire there. The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was like a cherry, one I wanted to taste so badly.
