𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

~ To all my girlies who wants have to a Mafia husband who doesn't just loves but worships. Who even hates the wind which touches you....

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Scene #1

Everyone smiled and started having their breakfast.

Suddenly Disha made a sound "Ahhh".

"What happened beta?" Deepika asked concerned.

"Ac-actually Chachi ji, last night I slept on c-" Vedant cut her off and said "Actually she fell off the bed, that's why her back is paining a little"

Disha looked at him, he avoided her gaze. She was about to speak the truth but suddenly a shiver ran down her spine as she felt his hand gripping her thighs.

"Ohhoo, beta take care na" Prerna said to which Disha had to nodd because her husband made her do so by keeping his hand on her thigh, grabbing it tightly, not much to cause any pain.

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Scene #2

I pressed her against my table, my hands on either side, caging her between me and my table.

"So Mrs Singhania tell me the joke on which you were laughing with that bastard" I asked, my tone was calm yet mocking.

She furrowed her eyebrows at my question "It's none of your business. And his name is Veer!" She snapped back.

Oh...so she's defending him now? Interesting!

"It is my business babydoll, currently where you are standing is My business. You're are my business" my last words somehow flushed her entire body, I could see she tried hard not to smile.

"You are jealous?" She mocked before smirking.

Jealous and me? Never. Not in this life atleast.

"I'm not" I said, my tone firm.

"You are" She protested in the same tone looking directly in my eyes. I like it.

But I had a grip on thoughts and roared back, with a smirk.

"LISTEN SWEETHEART, IF I WAS JEALOUS RIGHT NOW THEN YOU WOULDN'T BE STANDING, I WOULD'VE PUSHED YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH AND FUCKED YOU SO HARD THAT YOU WON'T DARE TO LAUGH WITH ANY MAN LIKE THAT AGAIN"