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Prologue

"How can you let him flirt with you?" he asked, his voice low but laced with fire.

"W–w–we were j–just talking..." she stammered, instinctively taking a step back.

He took one forward.

Then another.

Closing the distance between them  slow, deliberate, and dangerous.

"This little mouth of yours," he murmured, eyes locked on her trembling lips, "talks too much."

He tilted his head, the edge of a smirk ghosting his face.

"Let’s see if it moans the same under me."

Her breath hitched.

Fear crawled up her spine, cold and suffocating, but she tried to hold her ground. tried to look composed, strong.

"S–see, Aa…Aarsh, y–you’re behaving like a bastard. S–stop right there!" she barked, voice cracking but fierce.

He paused.

Then chuckled darkly.

"Bastard?" he echoed, leaning in until his breath kissed her ear.

"No, wifey. I’m behaving like a husband."

His tone dropped to a whisper rough, claiming, twisted with desire.

"So be a good little wife... and obey your husband."His words wrapped around her like chains.

Her whole body trembled not just from fear, but from the storm of emotions warring inside her.

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