Love Amidst The Chaos
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"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch.
"Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories.
She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman.
"Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes.
Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."
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"Break up with that boyfriend of yours," Shubman demanded, his voice a low growl that sent a thrill through her. Esha smirked, crossing her arms defiantly. "Not a chance." His frustration flared, and he stepped closer, pinning her against the wall, his body a solid weight against hers. "You think it's funny to have him around? I don't like it, Esha. You're mine." Her breath caught, the challenge in his eyes igniting something deep within her. "I'm not yours," she replied, but her voice trembled under the intensity of his gaze. "Prove it." His hand slid down her side, fingers brushing against her waist, claiming her. "You only belong to me." Before she could respond, he crushed his lips to hers, his kiss both demanding and possessive. He pressed his body into her, the heat between them palpable as he deepened the kiss, making it clear that he wouldn't take no for an answer. Esha melted against him, the fierce need in his touch erasing her defiance. "You can't just-" she started, but he cut her off, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back, leaving her breathless. "You can deny it all you want," he murmured against her lips, "but I'm the only one who makes you feel this way." In that moment, as his hands roamed her body, she knew he was right. "Shubman..." she whispered, caught between resistance and desire. "Say it," he pressed, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Say you're mine."Completa
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𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••
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