Ranjheya Ve

His hand slammed against the wall beside my head, trapping me in the cage of his body and his stare.

"Don't play innocent, Avneet," he said, his voice dark velvet. "I saw the way he was looking at you-and I didn't like it."

I bit down on my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "And how exactly was he looking at me, Abhay?"

He leaned closer, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear, his words a sin against my skin.
"Like he wanted to fuck you. Like you were his to undress, his to ruin." His hand slid to my waist, firm and claiming. "But you're not his. You're mine. My wife. And the only man who gets to touch you, taste you, fuck you-" his lips hovered just above mine, hot and unyielding, "-is me."

My heart stuttered, my body betraying every ounce of control I pretended to have. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. And I knew it.

I am gone.

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Avneet Chawla is an ER doctor. To inherit the money she desperately needs for her mother's surgery, she has to marry the most eligible-and most arrogant-bachelor in the country. Love was never part of the plan, but Avneet is willing to go to any lengths to secure that inheritance.

Abhay Ahuja, a self-made billionaire, has no interest in marriage and nothing to gain from a one-year arrangement. But when his father forces him into it, he agrees-determined to keep his distance and treat the marriage like the contract it is.

One year.
One arrangement.
Two strangers forced under the same roof.

What could possibly go wrong?