Chaoswithchai
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He walked toward me slowly, his bare feet making no sound on the carpet. He held the phone toward me, the screen glowing.
"What is this, Pari?" he asked. His tone was calm, but it was the kind of calm that forced me to stay still.
"It's... it's just a book, Viraj! A story!" I stammered, my face turning a hundred shades of red.
He stepped even closer, until I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. He looked down at me, his jaw tight. "Are you fantasizing about someone else? Does this character give you something I don't?"
"No! It's not like that!" I gasped.
He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Then tell me, Pari. Why are you reading about another man's touch when your husband is right here? Are you dreaming of someone else while you sleep in my bed?"
My words got all jumbled in my throat. I couldn't even form a sentence. I looked at his wet hair, his angry eyes, and the towel around his waist, and I felt like I was going to faint.
I stood there, my back pressed against the cold wall, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. Viraj was so close I could feel the steam from his shower rising off his skin. He looked at me with those dark, possessive eyes that made my knees feel like jelly.
"So," he whispered, his voice deep and rough. "My little wife likes 'dark romance'? She likes the heroes who are mean, bossy, and dangerous? She wants to read about them while her husband is right here?"
"Viraj... it's just a story," I managed to say, but my voice was trembling.
He stepped back just a little, but his gaze never left mine. "Get on your knees, Pari."
My eyes started fluttering. My breath hitched in my throat. "W-what?"
"You heard me," he growled, his voice dropping into a command that made my stomach flip. "Go down on your knees. Now."