Loving My Husband

Loving My Husband

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I can't do this. No. No way. I can't do this to her. I can't marry her. No. I can't. I got engaged to her yesterday. This is so not good for her. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ When again I closed my eyes I felt something soft under my left arm. And I can smell something very flowery and chocolaty and I am just loving it. Then the realisation hit me and I immediately opened my eyes. And my guess was right,she is sleeping while hugging me. Her arms folded around my torso and her head resting on my chest. She's looking so cute and innocent and peaceful. All at the same time.
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༺𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝" 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔༻ ༄⬤◉༄ "Verdant, leave me! What am I to you? A possession? An obsession? Leave me right now!" I yelled, trying to knock some sense into him. He slowly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, making me feel things I didn't want to. His hand grazed my waist, the warmth of his touch brushing against my bare skin, as my top lifted slightly due to the position he held me in. He touched his forehead to mine, closing his eyes as I did, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around us. "You're my first and last love, darling. You're not just the water I need, you're the oxygen I struggle to breathe. You're my best, my worst, my life, my world. You're mine." At the last words, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. The soft touch calmed my muscles, but my mind was still a battlefield. Two months before my marriage, Jai used to write poetry, say sweet things, and do all these little romantic dramas. All men are manipulators. I know Vedant isn't, but I can't trust anyone right now. I wanted to push him away. "You really think you can manipulate me with sweet words? You're a manipulator, aren't you? At the end of the day, you're forcing me to choose you. And what's worst about men is that you only think about yourselves. You want me, but what about me? You never prioritise me!"

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