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Hola!!! Berries!

I hope you all are doing great. Sorry, Berries, I wasn't active much lately. Actually, I uninstalled Wattpad and Instagram because, out of the blue, I got the motivation to focus on my studies.

Yesterday itself I installed Wattpad, dears. I came to know about your comments through mail (I rarely open my mail). You guys are asking for an update, and here I am with an update. As a compensation for my fewer updates, from now on I update as much as possible. So, you guys will get updates frequently.

Don't be mad at your poor author, cherries. I will compensate you guys.

Forgive me for my bad grammar, and there'll be some vulgar words used in this chapter.

Okay, now, Happy Reading :)

In Manali

A man in his early 50s has been tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, he's unconscious.

The door of that room opened,and then a man in a black suit entered, followed by a few men. His boot sound echoed around the room. He came and stood in front of the one who was tied in the chair. A chuckle left his lips as he looked at his dear friend.

"You've been sleeping for too long, Ram." He said and snapped his finger.

A young man rushed in with a bucket of cold water. He took the water from him and poured it over his dear friend, who had been unconscious for days. Slowly, the man who was unconscious gets his consciousness and looks up to the one in front of him.

He groaned slightly and gritted through his teeth, "Rakshit."

Rakshit grinned widely and signaled his men to turn on the lights.

"How have you been, Vikram? I hope no one disturbed your sleep," Rakshit said, smirking at his friend, who now looks like a raging bull.

"Untie me, then I'll show you how well I am," Vikram snapped, even though his voice is barely above an octave.

Rakshit could feel the immense amount of anger radiating from Vikram.

He untied Vikram and before he could grab what was happening, a powerful punch landed on his left side of the face.

Seeing their boss has been attacked, Rakshit men aimed their guns at Vikram.

"Better tell your men to put their guns down and get out or else you will have to lose your army, motherfucker." Vikram barked and landed another punch on Rakshit's face.

"Don't you all hear what my dearest said?" Rakshit shouted while wiping the blood coming out of his nose.

In seconds, Rakshit's men went out, leaving Rakshit and a raging Vikram.

Before Vikram could land another punch on him, Rakshit said, "Ram, spare my handsome face."

"Handsome face? I'll rearrange your ugly facial bones, Bitch." Vikram muttered, then took the chair he was tied to and smashed it over Rakshit. The chair was broken into pieces while Rakshit stood completely fine.

"Listen, Ram. I-" Before Rakshit could complete his sentence, Vikram kicked his balls.

"Motherfucker." Rakshit groaned in pain, and Vikram started beating him to a pulp while Rakshit tried to save himself from his angry friend.

In the end, a badly beaten-up Rakshit trailed behind Vikram as he walked out of the room.

Vikram went out of the house from where he was locked up for days and strode towards the car. He yanked the key from the driver, but before he could get inside the car, Rakshit's voice reached from behind, "You won't be able to do anything now. They are married."

Like adding fuel to the fire, Rakshit's words only ignited the anger Vikram felt for him.

Vikram grabbed Rakshit's collar and smashed him against the car.

"You bloody fucker." Vikram shouted in anger.

"Calm down, buddy, calm down. I already told you, one day he'll make her his." Rakshit uttered and released himself from his friend's clutch.

He adjusted his shirt and said, "Accept the reality, dear. Your daughter is married. That too, none other than my son. Aaditya Raghuvanshi."

If looks could kill, Rakshit was gone now.

Vikram pushed Rakshit aside and got inside the car. But instead of driving away, he saw the gun which is lying in the passenger seat and took it, then came out of the car.

Rakshit's eyes widen dramatically, knowing what's about to happen.

"Vikram, I am your only friend," Rakshit said, slightly scared of his angry friend.

Vikram paid no heed to his words and shot his shoulder, then he started to shoot continuously here and there. Firing bullets echoed around the deserted house.

When Vikram finished the bullets, two of Rakshit's men were shot and for Rakshit, he took four bullets.

Rakshit coughed blood and grumbled, "You fucker, I just kidnapped you for a few days. Other than that, I didn't harm you physically, I even let you sleep for few days peacefully but you."

"Be glad, I'm letting you live." Vikram berated and left in the car while Rakshit has been taken to the hospital.

Rakshit cursed both his son and his friend.

"Where is my wife?" I questioned the servant who is watering the plants, hoping he might've seen her going somewhere since he'd been working outside.

Ever since I woke up, I hadn't seen my wife.

I almost searched for her in the whole mansion.

"Sir, madam went that way." He points out the way that leads to a waterfall. I start to move towards the waterfall.

You better be there, wife.

When I wasn't able to find her, I thought, 'Did she run away again?' but I pushed that thought away.

She better not run away.

I released a breath in relief as I saw a glimpse of my sweetheart.

I took a step towards her in a hurry, and hearing my footsteps, she turned around.

She saw me and took a step backward before she could take another step backward I caught her and pulled her to me.

I crushed her in my arms and buried my head in her neck. I inhaled her scent. She wrapped her arms around me and slightly patted my back. I hugged her more tightly, and I sniffed her, because I never get enough of my sweetheart.

I took my face from her neck and stared into her eyes. She gives me a puzzled look.

"Why did you leave our room without informing me?" I asked what came into my mind.

"Do I have to inform you of my every action?" She questioned back.

"You should. I am your husband." I replied while pulling her closer to me by her waist.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Aren't you being too controlling and demanding?"

I chuckle at her question and answer, "Sweetheart, you didn't see my controlling side till now, and you're completely aware of my demanding nature."

She looked up to me and smirked lightly, then wrapped her arms around my neck. She ran her fingers in my hair before pulling my hair tightly with one hand, and with another hand she pulled me near her face by my neck.

"Don't try to order me or control me. Husband" She whispered in a dangerously sweet voice against my lips.

Then left me and turned to the waterfall. She stood there admiring the waterfall, her back facing me.

I smirk at my wife's words. She doesn't know the power I have over her.

Wait a minute, is she wearing a saree?

I scanned her from top to bottom. She is wearing a saree. A saree.

A baby blue saree nicely wrapped around her figure, showcasing her curves. Her shiny black hair flowed in the hair. Her bare skin peaks out of the saree, increasing my desire.

Like sensing my dirty thoughts, she turned to me and raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner.

I took a step towards her and wrapped my arms around her waist, then smashed my lips into hers.Fuck, it's been too long since I tasted this sweet mouth of my sweetheart.

I squeezed her ass since she didn't give me access to her mouth. As I expected, she gasped, and I took the chance to enter inside her mouth. I kissed her like I had been starving for years.I squeezed her waist tightly while kissing her ruthlessly. I stopped eating her mouth since she ran out of oxygen. As she took her breath, her chest heaved up and down. Damn. I badly want to tear those pieces of cloth that are hiding my treasures.

My eyes refused to remove from the valley of my wife's chest.

"Eyes Up, Pervert." My wife's voice makes me look at her.

I grin.

"So beautiful, sweetheart," I said as I traced my thumb against her lower lip.

She bit my thumb harshly and said, "Leave me, Pervert."

I removed my arms around her and stuffed my hands inside my pant pockets because my hands were itching to touch my wife, but it seemed like my wife was not in a good mood to let me touch her.

"Why the are you pouting?" My wife shouts.

Pouting? Me?

I look around to see if there's someone else she's talking, but there's me only here.

Did she say I was pouting? Me?!

I point my index finger to me. "Who? Me?""Is there anyone else here?" She hissed."My wife, I think you're hallucinating." I said and started to leave.

There's no way I pouted.

"No, I am not. I saw you. You pouted." She said as she walked beside me. Her tone is slightly playful.

"No, I didn't." I denied.

"Husband, I saw it. My vision is perfectly good, na. I saw you pouting. Pouting exactly when I told you to leave me." Her tone is teasing.

I stopped on my track and shouted, "I. DIDN'T. POUT.!!!"

"But you did." And starts to walk ahead of me. Whistling.

Now she is testing my patience.

"I didn't wife, I am not a kid." I denied again firmly.

She stopped walking and turned to me while placing her hands on her hips."Look, it's not even two days since we married, you are denying your wife's words. Too bad. You're not qualified to be a husband. Especially my husband." She said it dramatically.

"Qualified or not, I am your husband." I said as I lifted her from the ground and threw her over my shoulder.

She gasped loudly.

"Put me down, bastard." She shouted and started to wiggle in my shoulder.

I landed a smack on her ass, she went silent before starting to curse me.

I went to the dining table, made her sit on the chair, and served her breakfast and then served for myself. We both start to eat our breakfast as she occasionally glares at me, and I continuously stare at her while eating.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Sweetheart? If you are it's working."

"Why I should I try  to seduce you when you gets a hard-on simply by seeing me?"

My wife is completely aware of her effect on me.

"If not then why are you wearing a saree?"

"Do I have to tell you a reason for why I am wearing what kind of dress just because your are my husband now?"

"Aren't you being too cranky today?"

"What's gotten into your pants, you are questioning me a lot?"

I shot her a look and then decided to focus on my food but my focus only remains on my gorgeous wife who is eating now.

Having my eyes on my wife I eat my breakfast.

Seeing her I realise I need nothing, other than my wife near me. Because the organ called heart has been beating crazily. It's working. My heart is working whenever I am close to my wife.

Thanks for reading :)

Now,

To my dear readers,

Thanks for reading this book and supporting this story. Dears, I want you all to get one thing straight into your head and heart, okay. Which this book is FICTIONAL! GOT IT? THIS BOOK IS COMPLETELY TOTALLY FICTIONAL!!! I hope you all know what is fictional, Hmm? Don't be like this is like that or this is wrong or blah blah! Don't. DON'T criticize AADITYA nor YASHVI. Dears they're fictional characters and their action might be illogical but they're fictional which means everything is possible. Some of the scenes might not relevant to real world but this story exists in a fictional world so there, everything is possible and in fiction things might be so ridiculous, illogical and didn't make sense at all, isn't that why we love fiction because evrything is possible there.

Okay at this rate i don't know what I am saying. Did I make any sense? I don't know.

I just want to conclude that THIS STORY IS FICTION. So read this story in the perspective of a a fiction, I mean in a imagination. It's all an imagination. I am just sharing my wild imaginations here.

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