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Her Possessive Husband

LETTURE 259,473
Voti 9,303
Parti 31
Tempo 5h 32m

LETTURE 259,473
Voti 9,303
Parti 31
Tempo 5h 32m

"Mummyji." Ishita softly called her mother-in-law mixing the wheat dough.

"Haa, puttar bol." Toshiji replied peeling the boiled potatoes.

"Bachpanme, Raman aapko leke bohot possessive honge na?" She casually added.
(Raman might have been very possessive about in childhood, no?)

"Nahi toh. Raman toh bohot understanding raha hai hamesha se." Toshiji chuckled "Haa apni dadise chipke reheta tha but bohot caring raha hai hamesha se. Books, games, pocket money sab kuch share karta tha Simmi aur Romi se. Haa Romi bohot rota tha jab koi Rinki ko thoda bohot bhi attention dedata."

(Nope. He has been quite understanding. Yes he was clingy with his grandmother. But he used to share his books, games even pocket money with his siblings. Romi was a attetion seeker though.)

"Really?" Ishita asked in disbelief. 

"Hmmm. Tera Raman bohot acha hai." Toshiji winked making her blush.
(Hmmm. Your Raman is very nice.)

"Kya Mummyji aap bhi." Toshiji laughed at her daughter-in-law reaction.
(Mummyji, not you too.)

Ishita covered the dough with a plate, wondering about the change in Raman's personality. As with her Raman is anything but Understanding. 

He is clingy, demanding and possessive as hell.

Ishita pouted remembering how he didn't even let her stay at her parent's house. His excuses always ready before she even makes plan to visit her parents.

How he tore that beautiful red dress because 3rd quarter was too short according to him.

How he fired his employee because 2 second was too much to stare his wife.

How ...

"Ishita" Sighed as his voice echoed in whole house.

Holding the tray with freshly brewed coffee, she climbed the stairs to attend Her Possessive Husband.

*******

As the title says, a tale about sweet Ishita and Her Possessive Husband.

Peak inside for more.

Regards
~Gia

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Tumhari Pratiksha

❝Bhoot pret nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?