Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 53 : A Battle of Bodies

Naina and Ahanay sat at the far ends of the long dining table, Ahanay casually scrolling through his phone while Naina sat with an erect body, her food untouched. "There are still bad rumours about our company floating around because of that stunt you had pulled."

"I thought you forgave me for the protest," Naina fired back, stabbing a piece of potato in the korma. "Besides, sorry for raising a rebellion to protect the poor."

"Then you should have rebelled against your own friend who abused the poor. Do you still talk to him?"

"Why do you care if I talk to Ohas or not?"

"I don't," Ahanay said, shrugging and elegantly cutting a piece of omelette. "You too, eat."

"I'm not hungry," she lied, but her stomach growled in honesty. Ahanay raised his eyebrow, gazing pointedly at her as she narrowed her eyes. The delicious korma and the soft kulchas smelled like heaven- where she would literally end up if she ate it. Poisoned. "I'm fasting today."

"Why?"

"For your good health and long life. It's Karva Chauth today."

"Is it? And you care?" Ahanay frowned, sceptically switching on his smartwatch when Naina started coughing loudly to distract him. He got up instantaneously, speeding towards her like an ambulance towards an emergency patient and placed the glass of orange juice to her lips. Naina didn't realize when her fake cough had transformed into a real one as she let her tongue savour the tangy taste of juice- poison. Before Ahanay could step back, the orange liquid filled in her mouth sprayed all over his face, bathing him. Quickly noticing the menacing vein throbbing in irritation on his neck, she wiped the juice with the ends of the tablecloth. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"I-uh... I didn't..." As her tongue, still titillating in the tanginess of the orange juice, stuttered, her feet were quick to follow the orders of her brain. But before she could run far away, a hand shot and caught her wrist in an iron grip. "I'm just going to get tissues."

"This should do," he said as he spun her around while sitting on his chair. He smothered his face in between her breasts, which were at his face level, rubbing the wetness against the soft pillows. As Naina finally realized what erotic opportunity he had grabbed in her dumbfoundedness, she struggled against his hold. In less than a blink of an eye, he let her go. "Done. You seemed eager to have sex during our honeymoon. What changed?"

Truth.

"My mood," she said simply, while her tongue was burning to say, "Your lies, you asshole! You wanted to kill me to be with your beloved!"

"Your mood," he reiterated slowly, not believing it. Naina took this second of contemplation as her opportunity to escape when suddenly, a knife came hurling towards her like the aruval weapon in South Indian movies. She stopped dead in her tracks, the knife missing her nose by an inch as it lodged itself in the wall. "What's your mood now?"

"To fight you, you-you fucker!" She was so stunned that she couldn't move, her feet planted on the spot as if she had transformed into a shocked stone from Medusa's glare. Slowly and teasingly, Ahanay dislodged what turned out to be a sharp butter knife, wiping some blood with the end of his shirt. "Bl-blood! You-you tried to kill me!"

"Not yours. It was a lizard that I almost killed," he said as a matter-of-fact, striding towards her and trailing the cold edge of the butter knife along her arm as she backed against the wall. It was sharp for a butter knife, but it would need a lot of force to kill someone with it. Suddenly, an image of Ahanay plunging that knife in her neck with her blood splattering across his face like the orange juice just some minutes back, flashed across her mind. Shivers. "A lizard doesn't die if we cut the tail."

"Even a first-grade child knows that," Naina said, her lips quivering, her wit never faltering.

"We need to aim below its head," he continued, ignoring her and trailing the knife in between her breasts. Bringing the knife to her neck, he suddenly pressed it. "That's it."

Naina didn't know she was holding her breath with her forehead breaking in sweat till she brought her knee up and aimed for his groin. Momentarily lost in excruciating pain, Ahanay held his gems as Naina quickly took hold of the knife and finally breathed. She was in the captive of a madman intent on killing her, and she had to survive.

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He was the captive of a madwoman intent on killing him, and he had to survive. With her gorgeous, frizzy hair tumbling over her shoulders like an uncouth Disney princess, she held up the butter knife at him. Threatening him. "Don't move!" He chuckled, amused that she thought the butter knife could do him any harm. "I said, don't move!"

"Or what can you do?" He said mockingly, enjoying the way her demonic eyes lit up with hellish fires.

"I-I will kill you!"

"Ah, here goes your little secret," he said bitterly, remembering how she was plotting to kill him. The thought that she wanted him dead for money was less painful than she wanted him dead for Ohas. He could forgive Naina easily and give her all the riches in the world to keep her, but he would make sure Ohas pays. Not with his money, but his life.

"My secret? MY SECRET! Hello, excuse me, you planned to kill me so you could have your disgusting affair! You manwhore! You bastard! You want to kill your fucking wife for that-that-hey, I said, don't move! Don't---" Her words were cut short when Ahanay slid behind her, not before twisting her arm and holding the butter knife against her neck. He had heard enough of it, figuring out that it was Priya's ploy to turn them both against each other. It was nothing more than a misunderstanding, understanding only the truth presented to each other, misrepresented by the other.

"Shut up," he breathed aggressively in her ear as he pressed his growing bulge as sharp as the knife against her round bum, sending delicious shivers down her spine. "Drop it."

"W-what?"

"Your filthy words and your clothes."

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