His Craving

His Craving

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Vani stared at him, mouth slightly open, like she was piecing together a puzzle with missing pieces. "He's my... my... my husband?" No one had time to brace themselves. She lunged forward-well, as much as someone hooked to an IV could lunge-and planted a gentle, clumsy kiss right on his lips. In front of everyone. Her mother gasped so hard she nearly choked, Vihaan's father sputtered something incoherent, and his mother's gold bangles clinked as she clutched her saree pallu like it was a lifeline. Vihaan didn't flinch. Didn't blink. Just stood there, lips pressed into a thin line, like he was enduring a mildly inconvenient board meeting. Vani pulled back, grinned, and threw her arms around him. "Hello, husband!" Changed by the crash, Vani's chaos deepens-coloring Vihaan's cold world with winks and fights. Read this to know how and what happens next in the story? (Note:- Mature scenes ahead)
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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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