Could Love Find Its Way Through a Scripted Story?
Jaanvi was willing to find out.
Jaanvi Arora was a hopeless romantic born in an elite class indian family.
She was soon to be married to the son of multi-billionare, whom she has never met.
That's t...
I nearly choked on my drink as Jaanvi yanked her dress over her head, the fabric sliding off in one swift motion. I sputtered, the juice spilling down my shirt as I stared at her, dumbfounded. What the hell was she thinking? Pulling a stunt like that in the middle of a crowded beach? It was reckless and bold, and for a split second, I was ready to sprint over and cover her up before she decided to get naked in front of everyone.
I took a relieved breath when I saw she had on a bikini underneath, but damn, the sight of her in that little bikini top and tiny shorts didn’t do the situation any justice; instead, it sent a hot rush of blood shooting straight to my head. Jaanvi… she was breathtaking, the sun kissing her skin and making her seem almost unreal.
Her hair fell in soft waves down her shoulders, and her legs… God, those long, toned legs... Every curve of her body seemed to demand my attention, practically begging to be touched. I knew I shouldn’t look, but it was impossible to tear my eyes away.
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(Jaanvi's bikini)
My eyes wandered over every inch of her exposed skin like a damn pervert. I couldn’t help myself, she was just standing there, exposing ungodly skin that even the sacred gods would commit sin for. And of course, those thoughts, the ones I had no business having, started creeping in, improper and completely out of line.
I couldn’t stop the maddening hunger that took over my mind. A hunger for a woman who’s already mine but remained so out of my reach. The worst part? Jaanvi wasn’t even trying. Her bikini was modest compared to what some of the others were wearing. Hell, even Tasha was donning a very skimpy two-piece, but something about Jaanvi just hit different. Looking at her made me feel like a teenage boy again, staring at his first crush, completely captivated and helpless to it.
"Arya? You okay?" Rihan, who was standing beside me, snapped his fingers in my face, breaking through my thoughts and sensing my focus had shifted elsewhere.
I cleared my throat, my eyes still glued to Jaanvi, who's now making her way towards the other women on the coast. "Yeah, all good," I forced out, my voice coming out more strained than I intended.
Rihan followed my gaze, sensing what had caught my attention, and a slow smirk crept onto his face. "Damn, won’t you look at that! She’s turning heads, isn’t she?" He whistled in a way that instantly pissed me off.
I shot him a killing glare. "Shut up, Rihan. And stop staring at my wife," I growled, a flare of protectiveness taking hold, even though I knew he didn’t mean any harm.
"Wife, huh? I thought Tasha was your girlfriend?" he taunted with a smirk, lifting an eyebrow in that infuriating way of his.
He clearly knew how much his words were affecting me and still chose to push my buttons. That prick!
"Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t protect Jaanvi," I ground out, my jaw clenched.
"Well, I don’t see you 'protecting' Tasha," he challenged, his smirk widening.
