Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
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Eight months. Eight whole months of dealing with a pregnant Siya, who has now become a master at controlling my life with just a glare and a well-timed tear. If anyone had told me before marriage that my wife would one day make me wake up at three in the morning just to feed her absurd cravings, I would have laughed.
But here I am. Wide awake. Watching her sit between my legs, comfortably settled as if this is some midnight picnic, wearing a red silk petticoat and a plain red blouse with a single thread tied at the back.
Her belly is huge. Massive. It's like she's carrying two little warriors who are determined to stretch her body to its absolute limit. And her bewbies, let's just say the drastic changes there have made it incredibly hard for me to maintain my sanity.
Not that she cares. At all.
Madam just finished an entire glass of falooda and now she's happily munching on dark chocolate, occasionally pushing a piece into my mouth, ignoring all my protests. And I? I am helpless. Because the moment I refuse, she glares at me as if I just committed an unforgivable crime, and then the next second, she's flashing me a gummy smile as if she hasn't just bullied me into eating.
And let's not even talk about the mornings. If I step one inch away from her, she calls me at least five to six times, demanding random things, sometimes food, sometimes reassurance, and sometimes, just to remind me that Salim Baig is getting too much of my time.
Yes. Salim Baig.
She has taken it upon herself to monitor every interaction I have with him. If he so much as stands next to me for longer than two minutes, she narrows her eyes at him like he's planning to snatch me away. It has reached a point where even Salim, the same man who has taken bullets for me, the same man who is the embodiment of loyalty has started teasing her on purpose.
Like today, when she was watching him with hawk eyes, he deliberately stood closer to me and smirked, making a grand show of adjusting my shawl like some overly possessive caretaker.
"Don't worry, Rani-sa, I'll take very good care of Hukum-sa," he had said, barely holding back his amusement. Siya, of course, had lost it. I could see her jealousy simmering as she faked a sweet smile.
"Of course you will, Salim Baig. That's exactly why I'm keeping my eyes on you."
And I? I just stood there, suffering, while my wife and my bodyguard silently fought for dominance over my time and attention. But, back to my biggest struggle; Siya herself.
She has become so chubby. Adorably chubby, if I may add. Her cheeks are fuller, rounder, and her body has softened in a way that makes her look even more divine. But her walk? Pure comedy. She waddles like a little penguin, her hands always resting on her back and belly as if she's carrying a whole kingdom in there, making me chuckle. Honestly, carrying twins isn't a joke.
