He is a psychopath. For her.
#1 The Desi Psychopath Series
The glass from her hand dropped and she was about to run towards her brother.
But...
"Shh..baby, sleep now..it was a hectic day." He came from behind with the chloroform handkerchief.
He p...
All of a sudden, someone entered the living room from the kitchen.
"Hi baby, you woke up!" Amrit came into the site.
He was wearing a white shirt with black trousers.
The sleeves of his shirt were up and the first 3 to 4 buttons were also open.
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He was holding a plate in his hands.
Spring rolls.
"What are you trying to do Amrit?" Manheer said cause she had no idea what was happening.
"Did I talk to you?" Amrit replied.
"Hnn?"
"When I said baby, I meant my cutie pie in your tummy!" He said while winking at her and passing her a cute smile.
"Come on baby sit here and see what your dadda has made for you..you will love it!" Amrit said while holding Manheer from her shoulders and making her sit on the dining table.
"Amrit stop you drama please. I know you are a psychotic murderer!Why are you even pretending!" Manheer said.
"I am not doing this for you. There is my heir. The Royal Heir in you. And I need to make sure he gets the best. So eat all this!" Amrit said. But this time coldly.
On the other hand, the sherni (tigeress) which had born inside Manheer became a bheegi bhilli (scared cat) after hearing him talking so dangerously cold with her.
"Hmmm. I-I will eat. B-but not for you!! For my Bittu!" She said trying to maintain her anger.
"Bittu? Who Bittu!!!" Amrit said angrily as he had never in his life heard about any Bittu.
"Hnn?"
"I asked who is this Bittu!!!" He said trying to remain calm with her.
Manheer knew this trick would work to make him angry.
