She slap daksh leaving the room in stunned silence. she strom out and daksh follow her, his cheek burning with the stink of the slap .He locked the door behind him and approach her.
"Feel better now, buttercup?" he asked his voice dangerously calm ."Did slapping me ease your anger?"
Tara squared her shoulders, trying to mask the uncertainty in her voice. "What do you want, Daksh?"
A smirk Twisted his lips ,but it never reached his eye." you've had your turn, jaan. now it's mine"
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Before she could react daksh began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers.One button,then another , until his shirt fell open, revealing his chiseled chest . He pulled it of carelessly.
"Daksh , stop this", Tara said her voice faltering as she instinctively stepped back.
He closed the distance, each step measured, his eyes never leaving hers ."What's the matter, Buttercup?"His voice was teasing dark . " You weren't scared a moment ago. Why now?
Her back hit the wall, panic rising as she realised there was no escape.
"You should've thought about the consequences, Buttercup," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous promise. " Actions have a way of coming back to you."
"Stay away from me "she whispered.
Daksh titled his head , his smirk deepening as his gaze roamed over her face . "Not today , Buttercup," he said, his tone commanding, possessive,as if this moment was his.
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Tropes:
Grumpy X Sunshine
Age gap
Force marriage
Replaced bride