Vivian approached me, his steps deliberate and heavy, and said in a cold, dark tone, "Are you planning to put on this drama in front of the whole world too?"
Confused and a bit startled, I asked, "What drama?"
Vivian pointed at my mangalsutra, his eyes piercing through me, and said, "That you're my wife. Oops, sorry, my contracted wife."
I felt a pang of disbelief and hurt. "So, what do you want me to do?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the chill his presence brought.
Vivian, looking at the mangalsutra with disdain, said, "Take it off."
Shock washed over me.
Vivian glared at me, his voice growing darker, "I said take it off. I don't like repeating myself, so remember that."
With trembling hands, I took off the mangalsutra and handed it to him. He tossed it into the dustbin without a second thought, the action cruel and dismissive, adding to the weight of his oppressive aura.
Vivian leaned closer to me, his voice a low, threatening growl, "One more thing. If anyone outside this house finds out that you're my wife, that will be your last day on this earth."
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𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞?
A cold cop and his newly wedded wife go from enemies to lovers, with teasing and roasting adding spice to their journey. As they navigate their roles and desires, their relationship heats up, blending thrilling crime narratives with steamy romance. Add in some jealousness, possessiveness, intimate moments and a lot of second-hand embarrassment.
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"Baby, why are you glowing all of a sudden?" Asher's voice was laced with amusement, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"I glow every day. You just failed to see it," I replied with a teasing smirk, rolling my eyes in mock exasperation.
"Oh, I know! You're glowing because you're an angel on Earth-" he started, his tone full of charm.
"And this angel will be taking the window seat," I cut him off with a laugh, seeing through his playful tactics.
Asher feigned disappointment, his lips forming a pout. "But baby, I wanted to enjoy the view with my favorite person."
I leaned in closer, a playful glint in my eyes. "You'll still enjoy the view, just from the aisle seat this time."
He chuckled, shaking his head in mock defeat. "Alright, angel, you win this round."
I grinned triumphantly, feeling a rush of excitement. "Just this round? I always win, you know."
He leaned even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, maybe I let you win because I like seeing that victorious smile on your face."
My cheeks flushed at his words, and I playfully nudged his shoulder. "Smooth talker."
He winked, his gaze holding mine. "Only for you, angel."