𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗
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Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounde...
Sorry for the delay, after the chapter got deleted I was feeling so sad and i didn't really have much time.
But here it is.
I'm not confident in this chapter because I think i didn't give my best in this but let's see.
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Shanaya's heart was pounding faster than ever as Ekaksh held her hand and helped her into the car. Her mind was racing with questions, what was this deal, what would he ask of her?
"Relax," he said, eyes on the road.
"It's not as complicated as you're making it out to be."
But it was. Everything with him was complicated and it was never a good news for her. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye he looked too calm for her liking.
"Anything that comes with you is complicated, Mr. Rathore," she muttered, turning to the window.
"And weren't you supposed to be on your business trip?"
"I was," he replied smoothly.
"But I was missing someone."
"Who?" she scoffed, "Your mistress?"
"No," he said, without pause.
"My wife."
Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress. That one word from his lips made her heartbeat stutter. He noticed.
it still feels unusual and weird to her that she's someone's wife especially his.
"Aww," she replied, voice thick with sarcasm,
"The dark lord has a heart now to miss someone. Interesting."
He stopped the car outside the venue, turned to her, and before she could react, his hand gripped her neck gently, thumb resting just below her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"Not just my heart," he said, voice low and steady,
"my whole existence... that's the impact my wife has on me, so why would I need a mistress?"
She gulped, startled by his intensity. He let go and reached into her clutch, making her frown.
"What are you doing?" she asked, watching him fish out her lipstick.
"It's my duty to ruin your lipstick," he said, tugging her bottom lip free from her nervous bite,
"not yours."
"Huh?" she murmured, dazed.
"Huh?" he repeated her tone back, then gently tilted her chin and ran the lipstick slowly across her lips. His touch lingered, deliberate. Her breath hitched as she looked at his eyes fixed on her lips and memories from that day came back making her stomach clutch and legs tremble.
