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She still wasn’t looking at me as she spoke, so I knew that she did care. Somehow, at some point in our long and chequered past, Isha had got it into her head that I didn’t find her attractive. She sounded absolutely convinced about that. And I had no idea how that was possible.
“Isha, look at me,” I insisted and waited till she raised her eyes to meet mine.
All I could see was a wall. Isha had retreated behind that wall and she was closing me out. If I wanted her to let me in, I was going to have to punch that fucking wall down, and I knew only one way to do it.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I will prove to you that you’re very, very wrong,” I said fiercely. “Forget about a marriage of convenience, baby. There won’t be an annulment. Ever. As soon as I get that mangalsutra around your neck, I’m going to spend all my time showing you exactly how much I want you. I’ve spent the past nine years denying my desire, so be warned, Isha. I won’t rest until you recognise how you’ve bewitched me. Until you recognise your own beauty that has nothing to do with how much you weigh. I will make love to your delicious curves until my palace resounds with your screams of pleasure. And then, I will fuck you some more so that you never, ever say such a thing again.”
And bam! The wall went crashing down as Isha’s pupils dilated in shock.
“You… you’re…” she sputtered, and I shot her a feral grin.
“Not now, baby. You’ll have to make an honest man out of me if you want a taste of this,” I said, waving a hand down my body.
Isha growled under her breath and pulled her hand out of my grasp.
“In your dreams, Laajwanti. You can fuck me in your dreams,” she spat.
“Oh, I’ve been doing that for years now,” I replied, enjoying the way she turned bright red. “But now, I’m going to invade your waking hours and make long, sweet love to you until you beg me to stop. But you won’t because you’ll be too busy begging for more.”
She snorted in derision.
“Yeah, right. I know you rate your dick really high, but a Trikhera never begs,” she said haughtily.
“Challenge accepted,” I murmured happily.
“Wait! That’s not what I meant,” she exclaimed.
“Too bad, princess. Now, didn’t you learn in that fancy finishing school that a princess never keeps her guests waiting? Our mothers are probably having a collective stroke while you talk dirty to me here.”
“You were the one talking dirty!” she yelled.
I shot her a concerned look.
“Are you sure? That doesn’t sound like me,” I said thoughtfully.
Isha growled again.
“Of course, you did! You… you said you’d… do all those things to me,” she stammered, going red again.
“That’s right, baby. You remember each and everything I promised to do to you and keep me honest when I’m doing it. Remind me if I forget something important,” I murmured, as I linked my fingers with hers and led her out of the garden.
She looked adorably confused, which was a good thing.
This marriage promised to be a rollercoaster anyway, and the more unbalanced I kept her, the better it was for me. Because I knew one thing and one thing only. I had no idea how this very inconvenient marriage of convenience was going to turn out, but I knew that I had finally got a chance to explore my obsession with Isha. And I wasn’t going to be satisfied with one measly year together. If it took a lifetime to convince her of that, so be it.
CHAPTER 13
ISHA
Iwas still reeling from Veer’s words when he dragged me around to the front of the house. Our mothers and Nandini Aunty were clearly lying in wait, even though they made a huge pretence of looking at the tiger lilies when we approached.
“Why are you guys still here?” I demanded.
“I was just showing them the flowers,” said my mother ingenuously.
“In the dark? Even the flowers are asleep, Ma. Why aren’t you?”
“Because the two of you dropped a surprise on the whole family and disappeared without a word,” she retorted. “What do you expect?”
