Damage Control | 18+ (One Shot)

"Tigress," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as his shadow swallowed mine completely against the wall. "Now tell me again that you were just kidding."

Three years of toxic longing, spiteful tantrums, and missed timings have all led to this single bedroom.

Up until yesterday, we hated each other's guts. We drove each other feral with rage, getting into spiteful relationships with other people just to hurt each other. But today, the wedding ceremonies are over. The heavy gold bridal bangles clink-clank in the suffocating silence. The smudged crimson on my forehead is the ultimate mark of ownership.

I am married to Rakshit. The guy I learned to love as boyhood and girlhood. The bastard I have zero trust for.

He plays it cool, taunting me with a cruel six-month timeline of indifference. He pretends he can keep his hands to himself. He tells me to go to bed.

But my panic-ridden, overthinking brain completely short-circuits. In a moment of frantic, reckless desperation to break his icy exterior, I demand the one thing I swore I never would:

"I want this. Now."

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This is a one-shot smut only. i will never turn it into a novel! 18+ themes, read at your own discretion.

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