BOOK #1 of •Harmony Of Billionaires•
She was just a responsibility for him, which he never wanted, denied every sign.
And she was adamant to unravel her cold man, which she never dreamed of, and fell for him.
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• Lavanya Arora •
26-year-old dentis...
This chapter is my favourite won't take your time.
Happy reading
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"You are so fucking cute Mrs.Mehrotra" I said in between my laugh.
If anyone can make me guffaw like a mad man, there is no one better than her cuteness. She looked at me angrily by turning, with fake frowns but her lips twitched in a smile involuntarily. She just makes me laugh open heartedly that no one ever did. Except it's a precarious sign of what she is doing to me. I don't remember the last time I laughed this hard after seven years. My series of long laughs subsided and now I am looking At her sleeping figure beside me.
My sleep was long gone. And for the first time I am not in distress to fall in sleep like every night but in urge to witness this girl while she sleeps. I study her face features.She looks so ethereal when she sleeps. Her long eyes lashes resting on her pink headed cheeks. She has Braided her long hair today, and they weren't in my way this time.
Thankfully!
Her rosy red lips parted a little. I know I am being perverted but her lips are the prettiest lips I have ever seen. She is ridiculously gorgeous. She is sleeping like a foetus, curling Up at the bed corner, if she turns she'll surely be on the floor. Why does this girl have the tendency To sleep inappropriately and all the time?
My eyes are worn out but they didn't feel like closing today, even like last night. I sighed in perplexed by my imprudence. Suddenly she stirred In her sleep. Her heavy wedding bangles make sounds from her movements. She spread her body like a little kid, for a moment and got back to her previous position but not correctly like before. Now I think her foetus position was better.
In the radiating moonlight in the room I saw her face glow. She kept her hand on the pillow that she made between us as fucking stupid barrier. And I fucking hated that nonliving thing, from every fibre I have. She adorably snuggled more to it, while hugging it, lovingly. More likely caging it. I never knew my wife is a cuddler
I will not step a foot inside this room until I make sure that thing is nowhere in this room!
I sighed and covered her properly, a sense of protectiveness ran through my nerves. I turned around, watching the ceiling was something I was used to doing at nights. Now I don't think I want anything other than seeing my wife's peaceful sleeping figure, to have my sleep.
Most of my night's were filled with nothing but immense perturbation, terrifying nightmares of mine, My Trembling body and thoughts. No matter what I do, it still haunts me. The pills I take also have side effects and the dreadful outcomes of them, that break me into pieces. Once I shouted so loudly due to my headache and I remember how my parents rushed to my room a few years back. Tensed.
My head starts to throb even in the slightest thought of my nightmares.
