#PREVIOYSLY KNOWN AS SECRET MARRIAGE (ANUPRE FF)
First story please tolerate my tuti futi english
THIS STORY HAVE SHOTS REGARDING BIGG BOSS BUT IN PARICA VERSION
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The overhead ambient lights of the Captain's room slowly transitioned from a dim, deep indigo to a warm. Simultaneously, the heavy bass of "Machega Machega" detonated through the hidden ceiling speakers, vibrating across the sleek wooden paneling of the bedroom. Outside in the main corridors, the groans and shuffling footsteps of the housemates began to echo, but inside the locked quarters, the sound felt wonderfully insulated. Manik Malhotra shifted slightly, his eyes blinking open to greet the sudden rush of illumination. The high-energy music didn't faze him; his focus was entirely captured by the quiet warmth resting against his left shoulder. Prerna was buried deep beneath the plush velvet comforter, her small frame curled perfectly into the contour of his side. One of her hands was loosely gathered in the fabric of his dark grey t-shirt, her breathing slow, even, and thoroughly uninterrupted by the high-decibel track playing outside.
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Manik's lips curved into a soft, private smile—a stark contrast to the guarded, intensely analytical expression he wore out there in the living room under the constant gaze of sixteen other contestants. He raised his hand, his long fingers gently sweeping a stray lock of dark hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"Preu,"he murmured, his voice deep and thick with the gravel of early morning sleep."Wake up, lazy captain. The house lights are on."
Prerna didn't open her eyes. Instead, a deeply irritated whimper escaped her lips. She buried her face directly into the hollow of his neck, her nose cold against his skin, trying to block out both the light and his voice.
"No... turn it off, Mani. Tell them to cut the audio." Manik's chest rumbled with a low chuckle, the vibration making her shift slightly. "I have a lot of power in the outside world, bacha, but even I can't command the Bigg Boss sound engineers at eight in the morning. Come on, rise and shine. If Karan and Teju come knocking to check on the luxury budget allocation, you can't look like a sleeping panda."
"Let them knock,"she grumbled, her voice muffled against his collarbone. Her lower lip extended into a dramatic morning pout that she only ever displayed when they were completely alone."I am the captain. I hereby declare that morning tasks are cancelled. Go back to sleep."
