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.
xxxx
"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."
"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚."
He said in a dominating manner.
"𝐀𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭."
He chuckled hearing her words.
It was love. Seranity. Obsession.
For him she was the sunshine in his sinful darkness.
For her he was the divine future hovering her dark past.
But both of them have their own dark secrets. Secrets that could burn them alive. Secrets that could ruin everything they've bulit.
How will they navigate their love between uncertain feelings and tangled secrets.
A boy who never loved and A girl who never got loved.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:
6 years later
"My love for you have burnt away long before,
Mr. Arhaan Malhotra. The only thing I feel for you is hate. Raging hate. And remember, Srithika Raichand never bows. Especially not infront of you."
She stated looking fiercely in his eyes.
"Srithika Arhaan Malhotra. Don't forget the fact that you're my wife."
His face gleamed with the trust that he'll win her back.
"That ended the time I signed those divorce papers you wanted and gave them to you."
Her eyes flamed rage. Rage that could consume them and ruin them.
"Did you really think that we're seperated. Tsk Tsk, you're wrong wifey. Our marriage never ended and it'll never end."
His smirk didn't fade as he pressed her into his body and traced her jawline with his lips.
"Don't act like you own me." She hissed at him.
"Oh. Make no mistake. You're mine and that's fucking final. Welcome back.
Mrs. Srithika Arhaan Malhotra."
They both want each other back. But they're tangled in the hate that has consumed them.