MARRIED MY BEST ENEMY: The Bitch & The Beast

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. The Bitch & The Beast .* :☆ﾟ.

"You are my wife whether you like it or not. That means no late night partying, no hanging out with some college jocks, no coming back to the house whenever you like...",

his hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing, not enough to hurt but enough to make me gasp for air.

His lips hovered over mine. My shallow breaths mingled with his to form cold foggy clouds.

But even with my life hanging lose on the thread, I didn't let go of my fire. And with the alcohol surging through my blood, my confidence fuelled to a dangerous level.

I held my head high, despite the lump forming on my throat where he grabbed me,

"Donot expect anything from me. This Is an Arrangement. And it stays as an Arrangement",

I quoted his words like it's my salvation.

He leaned closer, our lips now only a hair width away. His eyes darkened into the deepest shade of black. Fury coated his face and I felt the burning fire from him through his hands on me.

"I take the arrangements that I sign pretty seriously, Maahi. And by those arrangements, you are my wife",

he growled, the vibration passed through his body to mine and settled on somewhere south of my stomach.

I swallowed. I can't lose. I never lose. Especially not to him. I can't let him win.

"You don't own me, Ishaan. I'm a free soul and the position 'Your Wife' isn't going to keep me from doing something that I want",

my voice came out as a whisper and it was raspy now. His hands tightened around my throat and I made another silent gasp.

"As a matter of fact, it does. The position "My Wife" means you are mine. I. Fucking. Own. You",

and before I could react his lips crashed into mine in a searing possessive kiss.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Forced Proximity

Arranged marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Mature content & Trigger warning.