Underworld's Forbidden Love (Mafia's Love Story)

Chapter 5: A Battle of Wills

Jasmin made it her mission to test Vikram’s patience. She would leave her things scattered around the house, switch his tea for coffee (knowing he despised it), and even kept the AC on full blast at night, knowing he preferred warmth. But no matter what she did, he hardly reacted, meeting her antics with the same calm, unreadable expression.

One morning, she walked into the kitchen, finding him already there, pouring his coffee with that usual, composed demeanor.

“Morning, wife,” he greeted, his tone soft but laced with a hint of amusement. “Decided to switch to a colder climate for us last night?”

Jasmin shot him a defiant look, grabbing her mug without a word.

He leaned back, his gaze steady on her. “Anything you want to tell me, Jasmin?”

She raised an eyebrow. “If you have a problem with it, speak up, Mr. Choudhary. I’m sure you’re not used to someone testing your patience.”

He smiled, a quiet, genuine smile that caught her off guard. “True. But you’re not just ‘someone,’ are you?” His voice dropped slightly. “You’re my wife.”

She felt her cheeks flush but forced herself to hold his gaze. “In name only,” she replied, trying to sound unaffected.

His expression softened. “Yet you’re always finding ways to get my attention.” He took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or am I imagining that?”

Jasmin swallowed, feeling her heart race. “Don’t flatter yourself, Vikram.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare,” he murmured, his gaze dipping to her lips for a fraction of a second before he stepped back. “But I’ll keep playing along if you will.”

Their days continued in this strange rhythm. Every time she challenged him, he met her with a soft smile or a calm reply, never once breaking the calm exterior she had come to both hate and admire. Yet, as much as she tried to ignore it, a spark had started growing between them, one she couldn’t push aside.

One evening, after a particularly tense exchange in the living room, she stormed into their shared bedroom, not expecting him to follow. But Vikram was right behind her, closing the door with a quiet click.

“Why are you doing this, Jasmin?” he asked, his voice softer than she’d ever heard it.

“Doing what?” she snapped, still angry.

“This,” he gestured between them. “Pushing me away, creating battles between us. What are you afraid of?”

Her heart pounded, but she forced herself to respond. “I’m not afraid of anything, Vikram. I’m just… making it clear that this marriage isn’t real.”

He took a step closer, his gaze searching hers. “And what if it could be?”

Her breath caught, and she looked away, but he reached out, gently tipping her chin back toward him. His fingers were warm, his touch featherlight. “Jasmin, I know you hate me,” he whispered, his tone vulnerable in a way that made her heart ache. “But I also know… there’s something more between us, something neither of us can ignore.”

Her defenses started to crack, and she hated herself for it. “What do you want from me, Vikram?”

“Nothing you don’t want to give,” he said softly. “I’ll wait, Jasmin. As long as it takes.”

For a moment, she found herself lost in his gaze, wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was a part of her that didn’t want to keep fighting him. She opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her.

He released her gently, stepping back. “Goodnight, Jasmin,” he whispered, his voice a mix of warmth and restraint.

As he left the room, Jasmin sank onto the bed, realizing that her heart was already betraying her. She could push him away a hundred times, make his life difficult, and keep telling herself she didn’t care, but deep down, she was starting to feel something she couldn’t deny.

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End of chapter : 5

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