Royal's Prized Possession

Lip-Syncing & Lovebites💫

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ARYAMAN'S POV

"I want you to dance with me on an item song."

My mouth fell open. I looked at her in shock, unable to comprehend what she just said. I was not able to wrap my head around what she just asked me to do. For a moment, literally my mind was blank.

"WHATTT?" I screamed in shock, louder than I wanted. "What, 'what'? You just promised me that you will give me anything I want, don't you? So, now dance with me." She ordered in a duh tone, biting back her smile which she thinks I didn't notice.

"Of course jannaya, I can dance with you and I will. But not on any kind of item number. We can still do a romantic dance." I tried to explain to her calmly but my expression betrayed me. I was practically horrified with her wild demand.

She looked at me, squinting her eyes. "Fine. Let's drop this idea. And anyways, I don't want anything from you. I will just go and cook something for us, I am hungry." She nodded agreeing and mumbled in a very calm and neutral tone.

But.

There is something in her tone which didn't make relax and definitely not let the peace wash over me.

The hidden disappointment.

Those terrifying feelings will not let me breathe properly, let alone spending some quality time with her. And that too hidden- a chef's kiss.

Note my sarcasm.

Why the fuck I always end up make her angry?

WHY? WHY? WHY?

C'mon Aryaman, it's just a mere dance. Itna toh I can do for my love, haina?

("C'mon Aryaman, it's just a mere dance. I can at least do this much for my love, right?")

And waise bhi, it's not like I am doing it in public.

("And anyway, it's not like I'm doing it in public.")

Everything is private here. Just me and my jannaya.

"Wait, jannaya." I ran after her, panicking, and held her hand before she could reach the handle of the door. "Umm, we can dance on any song you want." I murmured desperately.