[Punjab, 1998] ♡Scene 1♡ My heart immediately starts racing. Waheguru Ji... Then he starts walking toward me in zigzags. Like a drunk goat searching for its owner. Before he can even reach the bed, his foot slips. He instantly grabs the bedpost and settle down on bed. "Meri sohni vohti...",he mumbles with the biggest grin possible. (My beautiful wife...) Slowly, he reaches for my veil. Unfortunately, his fingers completely miss it. On the second attempt, he grabs air. On the third attempt, he somehow manages to catch a corner. I blink. Eh banda theek vi aa? (Is this man even okay?) With his eyes half closed, he leans toward me. Clearly intending to kiss me.Panic takes over me. I immediately place both hands on his chest and shove him away. "Paran maar, marajaneaa!" (Move away, you crazy man!) The next second-THUD! He falls straight onto the floor. ♡Scene 2♡ My wife looks at me. "Aap hamesha aise kyun baat karte hain Umar se?" (Why do you always talk to Umar like that?) "Mujhe nahi pata. Usse dekhte hi mujhe gussa aane lagta hai." (I don't know. The moment I see him I start getting angry.) She raises an eyebrow. "Aap maan kyun nahi lete ke aap jalte hain usse?" (Why don't you just admit that you are jealous of him?) I stare at her. Then without warning I pull her closer and circle an arm around her waist. My other hand settles gently at the side of her neck around her throat. "Main kyun jaloonga uss chutiye se?" (Why would I be jealous of that idiot?) I bring her closer. "Kya woh aise pakad sakta hai aapko jaise main pakadta hoon?" (Can he hold you the way I do?) She swallows nervously. I lean closer until our faces are only inches apart. "Kya woh aise karib aa sakta hai?" (Can he come this close?) I pause for a second then press a soft kiss against her cheek. "Kiss kar sakta hai aapko? Bolen?" (Can he kiss you? Tell me?) She gulps under my gaze and shyly shakes her head.

Scene one- She pick her phone and handbag, then stand in front of me, head high,eyes challenging, little smile and says "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She leaves, hips swaying, completely aware of the effect she has. My breath hitches. No. Stop. Control yourself, Scene two- As I am entering, I see that fucker shouting ,pointing directly at my wifey. "Who the hell are you hnnn" "𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝘂" I replies in cold voice sending a shiver down his spine. With three long steps, I reach him and punch that fucker three times and tell mumma and bunny to go in. But to my shock, my biwi take two steps ahead and kick that fucker hard at most sensitive area with her heels . With a smiling face she move in. Scene 3- He close his eyes, breathing unevenly, my name escaping from his mouth at end. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆" Leaving his hand, taking two steps back, arms cross, in low and teasing voice, I speak up "𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵" He open his dark eyes , stare at me shamelessly, finally speak up "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲" I chuckle, and move ahead.Placing my feet softly over his feet,closing the distance to his ear, sending a soft breath teasingly near his ear and whisper, "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆" He stand there, System hange 440 volt ka jatka Banda out of planet Please don't judge my book, it's my first book. You need to read till chapter 12 for all above scenes. Tropes- IPS Officer × Professor Mature × Childish Arranged Marriage He Fell First & Harder Strong fl

I love the way you look at me....𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗽- these hatred-filled eyes burning straight into my soul You are perfect combination of full course meal and dessert.....𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗻 Scene 1- His eyes are dangerously commanding me to stop. But of course I love to break a man ego. Tyre with just one finger away, our eyes locked and his hand gripping his fingers and mine gripping bullet. Fire that's all🔥 Tyre touch his pant.....yes exactly at his dick. "I think you don't love your future babies", I speak eyes dark and his gaze held me, heavy and inescapable. "If they inherit your genes then of course I will love them", he reply his gaze heavy and boring me. "But I would hate them, because of your genes", I backfire eyes burning him. "Don't you think I am quite handsome and we'll make good products", he ask His eyes teasing me as much as his words does. "Don't you think you are Rascal to be a father", I reply eyes stuck on him. "Rascal.....nice one, I'll take this as compliment", he speak with small smile arms crossed. "Its an insult", I reply. "Only a Rascal like me can keep my wife and future products save from this cruel world", he say now eyes a little soft. "Then who'll save them from you, don't you think you are the one from whom they need to keep distance", I reply arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "Don't you think I am irresistible, my wife can't stay away from me once she...", he reply and at last lean near me hands on bullet front. "Once she taste me", he add and wink at last. "A Rascal like you, will taste like a shit only", I reply and roll my eyes. Suddenly laughing sound fills the air. My eyes roam and I find everyone staring us. "Rascal khisko...", I speak. (Back off, you damn Rascal) Tropes- CEO × IPS officer He fell first and harder Replaced bride His sunshine × her healer Whipped sasural Strong leads Touch her and die "Wife's puppet" ml×"Mine-only" type fl Roop ka deewana×her favorite

ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਸੱਜਣ ਇੱਕੋ ਮਿੱਕੇ ਦੱਸੋ ਜੀ ਹੁਣ ਕੀ ਲਿਖੀਏ (Main te sajan ikko mikke, dasso ji hun ki likhiyee) Enemies to Lovers Ego vs Ego Punjabi Couple Grumpy × Sunshine Bickering Couple Strong FL × Protective ML Family-Oriented Couple Opposites Attract Slow Burn Romance Businessman Hero × Secret Model Heroine Stubborn Leads Happy Ending Two stubborn hearts. Two massive egos. One unforgettable Punjabi love story.