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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé dim., janv. 29, 20232h 57m
"What is it that you want in a relationship? And please, be as descriptive as you can be" He asks with a smooth barritone that rings bells of pleasure in my ears and other places I dare not to mention I ponder on the thought for a moment then I look at him "I want to be respected, I want stability and commitment, I want to be able to build a life with someone, to have them cherish, protect and love me. I want honesty and I want to get married and have a family." I stop and chuckle, feeling all kinds of silly, with the way he's looking at me. I can't tell if he's thinking that I'm too wishful given the era that we live in where people are quick to deceive each other and dive from one partner to the next. Commitment really does seem like a thing of the past. "I want a family, I want to settle down, get married, provide for and protect my wife as I should. I also expect respect, honesty, loyalty and transparency" he says and it almost sounds like we are negotiating terms of a deal "And love"I add "Love..." he says slowly like it's his first time hearing of the word, it almost sounds foreign coming from him "Yes, I want to be loved" "What is love, exactly?"
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✨ She's high heels and headlines. He's grease stains and attitude. Together? A disaster waiting to trend. I woke up with a hangover, a husband, and a gold ring that matched nothing in my wardrobe. He's a broke mechanic's assistant from a tiny village. I'm India's most talked-about CEO in stilettos worth his rent. We should've signed divorce papers. Instead, thanks to one stupid law - and my even stupider PR team - we're playing happy couple for six whole months. Photo shoots. Fake kisses. Matching rings. He glares, I sass. He smirks, I combust. The problem? Somewhere between his annoying grin, his loud family, and the way he looks at me like he actually sees me... I forgot this marriage was supposed to be fake.

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