Chapter 1:
Arya's POV:
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Sweat drips down my brow as Viraaj approaches close to me. "Who are you waiting for, Mahika? Riyaan? I think you forgot what happened seven years ago," he said with a vicious smile. "Once my husband finds you, it's over for you, Viraaj," I reply, gathering courage from the promises he had made to me. "Husband? You call him husband after what he did? Pretty naive of you to think he'll come after you after you left him like that." He'll come. Riyaan will come. I'm his wife. He loves... does he?
"I am not gonna do your never ending work",I said tossing the files in air and letting the papers inside them fall around us. "Well, then do me," he said, stretching his chest to its expanse sitting down on the couch across the room and folded his leg against his knee, a casual smile playing on his lips while my insides burned with fury as I barely controlled the urge to throttle him. "I'm not doing anything you say," I said in a somewhat respectful tone, got up from my chair and walked to him, probably trying to intimidate him, but my efforts to do so only humored him further. A very smug and exasperating Rishit Raina sat in front of me, uncrossing his legs as he looked at me with a rather amused look. I knew he was reminding me of the contract. Fucking contract. A heavy pause lingered between us only that it didn't even bother him while it turned my world upside down. "I'm not a whore, "I said letting out a breath , and turned away only to be pulled back by him and fall onto his lap. Wrapping his palm around my neck, he pushed my head behind and said, "Don't you dare call yourself that again, ever, moya lyubov'. Do you understand?" A moan escaped my mouth as his lips moved towards my shoulders.
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