I was ready to fall and embarassed myself when I felt a clutch at my right palm, "Careful Jahnvi." he pulled me with a jerk until I slammed into his chiseled chest, my breathed picked up as something down there tightened.

"Uh, I'm fine." I tried to get out of his hold but he tightened it instead, wrapping his free arm around my bare waist, as he hissed out , "Can you stop running away from me, Jahnvi?"

"Mr. Khurana I--" I stuttered, trying to look anywhere but him.

"Say, I'm listening."

"Let go of me." he didn't and pulled me closer to him even if it was possible.

"Mr. Khurana , someone can walk in on us." even though I have had stopped struggling still my wordings didn't stop.

"No one's here." it was just a deep whisper from his side before I felt a kiss on the side of my head and I was not even moved on from it when he dropped another kiss on my left cheek, "You smell so fucking good." His lips met my jaw and I hissed.

Yuvraaj loosened his hold around my wrist and it was a nice chance to escaped from his hold but I didn't, instead I tilted my head, letting him place a kiss at the base of my throat, his musky sandalwood and spice scent mixing in the air.

It's better to give in and enjoy, "Mr. Khurana---"

"Yuvraaj" he corrected, his voice vibrating against my neck as he kissed the thudding pulse there, making it harder for me to stop the arousal down there.

I let my hand wander on his chest, moving to his hair, arching and giving him access, his kisses were soft with his beards rubbing against my skin little harshly and then suddenly, I gasped, letting out a moan of his name when he grazed the skin, sucking on it harder.

"Aahh Yuvraaj..."

He groaned against my neck as I tugged at his hair, he kissed and licked on the spot where he left his first ever mark.

"Don't call me Mr. Khurana ever." That's what he said after moving back, "I love hearing Yuvraaj from your mouth."

I didn't know how to respond to that and the urge to look away from him hit me, but I couldn't, my body froze at the spot, "Fuck, I can't control anymore---" and his lips were on mine, I gasped and stumbled back but he held me tight, kissing me as if his life dependent on it.

My body responded, moulded perfectly when I started responding to the deep kiss. Yuvraaj didn't kiss, he eats, he devours as if he wants to consume me whole. It should scare me but didn't.

The depraved part of me, liked it, craved for it.

When he tugged harder on my bottom lip, I did the same to his upper lip, moaning in one another's mouth until the tip of our tongue clashes and danced at the perfect sync.

His palms wander all over my back, touching me, feeling me as we kiss until we were breathless and need to take the oxygen in.

"Jahnvi---" he cupped my cheeks upon moving back as we sucked in the air greedily, "I don't know why are you holding yourself back but let me tell you, You are my Wife, You Are The Jahnvi Yuvraaj Khurana and I want you to stay by my side always." He breathed out, those forest green eyes locking with mine.

"I know I get insatiable and yes I can't control myself when it comes to you, but I would never force you, if you felt bad or uncomfortable that I just kiss-----"

"No don't." I interrupted him in the middle, shaking my head, "Don't ruin it by apologising, I---" Come on say it, don't stop, "I liked it as well."

He chuckled and tucked the strands of my head behind my ear, "Let's get out of the pool, it's cold and--" he passed me a suggestive look which made my eyes widened as he laughed out loud.

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The weekend passed with fun and laughters in the farmhouse, Yuvraaj got back to being normal showing his affection infront of his parents but inside the room, he kept a distance, maybe he was waiting for me to initiate it.

I walked inside my office and slumped down on the couch, letting out a deep breath, two back to back meetings fucked me up.

Oh how I wish I could wipe out a day named Monday from the other earth.

Grabbing the telephone, I was about to order a coffee for myself when the knocked on the door interrupted me, "Come in."

When the door opened, I sat up straight, eyes widening when The Yuvraaj Khurana walked in wearing a black coloured tailored tux.

"Uh Hiii?"

"Hello Jahnvi." I stood up, smiling awkwardly at him.

"What brings you here, Yuvraaj?"

"You are going out with me!" It was a sentence.

Okay what?

"Uh what why?"

"I mean I am taking you out for a lunch,"

"Yuvraaj, I have works."

"No you don't, I already know your schedule."

I sighed out and grabbed the water bottle taking a sip, "I am having an headache and--"

"There you go." he forwarded the tumbler, shit I didn't notice it.

"Now let's go."

I took a sip of the coffee and it was the way I liked, "Alright just give me a min."

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We walked out of the office and Yuvraaj opened the door of his car for me, I noticed the car behind his as well, full of his body guards. "Thank you." I get on the passenger seat as he occupied the driving seat and drove off.

You can't accept something low from Yuvraaj, it's always over the top. Yuvraaj booked the full vip section for us which was not needed but we can't forget that it's The Yuvraaj Khurana.

He forwarded his arm for me and I happily took it, so is it our first official date now?

Like gentelman he is, he forwarded the chair for me, the waiters helped us clean our hands and served us the starters almost instantly, "Also Sir and Ma'am we have prepared extra dish for you both as a complimentary food, it's our famous prawn---"

"No she is allergic to seafood." I flinched when Yuvraaj almost shouted at the waiter.

What? How does he know about it? I don't remember having this conversation with my husband where I shared on what food I am allergic to.

"Oh sorry sir." he dismissed the waiter and proceeded to serve me by himself, "How do you know about it?"

"Know what, Jahnvi?" I feel he knew but he just exaggerated it.

"That I'm allergic to sea food." I stuffed the momo after completing my sentence.

"Oh," he chuckled and looked at me, "I remember you saying this in one of your interview."

I did?

Maybe!

I didn't dwell and savoured the taste of my favorites as I was famishing.

The lunch went smoothly, Yuvraaj acted like a total gentle, getting me followers while dropping me back to my workplace, he made me feel cared and relaxed.

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"Fick yes don't stop." I cried out, begging for more while the devil above me grunted and proceed to choke me, sending me over the edge, "Such a good little slut, clench around me."

My choked voice and lack of oxygen heightened the pleasure more, the slaps of skin and blurry faces, the music at the back, "I'll fuck you even if you pass out, so you better look at me." My eyes drowsy but I still tried to keep my composure and looked at the blurry vision.

"Good fucking girl," A slap on my left cheek as I moaned out loud, clenching around him, milking that cock when the cold tip touched me, I heard another groan from him before he spilled his load inside of me.

I woke up with a jerk, breathless and sweaty even being inside the air conditioned room, my heart was beating so loud that I was afraid, Yuvraaj would wake up by it.

I need fresh air, I can't stay sit in here.

Getting out of the bed, I wore my slippers and got out of the room not before picking my sipper bottle.

Once I was out of the mansion, I breathe in the fresh air, filling my lungs greedily by it, it's already three in the mornig, I found myself sitting just beside the fountain.

The fountain has a sculpture in the middle, a devil at the left side taking half of it, while the angel on the right side, with beautiful wings, I wonder how an sculptor gets such idea?

Shaking my head, I found myself laying down on the bench, eyes stuck on the moon with few stars here and there. I have had always been fascinated about it, watching it, calms me down.

Others can find it creepy.

I remember Vikram who used to call me creep because I spent hours watching moon and stars.

My eyes stuck on it, I tried concentrating instead of thinking about the other thought which started hampering my mind so fucking bad.

"Communicating with moon?" I sat up with a jerk, Yuvraaj stood opposite to me, wearing his grey sweats and black polo t-shirt, hairs messy and eyes sleepy, the wedding band shining around his ring finger.

"I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine." I nodded.

"What are you doing outside at devil's hour?" he asked, sounding playful.

Well I just had a fucking wet dream but it was not you in there, some faceless jock occupied my mind. "I needed some fresh air." I answered instead.

"Uh okay." he sat beside me making a safe distance.

"Yuvraaj you should go back and sleep,"

I found myself suggesting as he looked at me, "Getting some fresh air in me."

His answer made me giggle before we fall into a peaceful silence.

"Have you ever been in love, Jahnvi?"

His sudden question took me off guard.

Love? Have I ever been in love?

Was that love with Abhimaan? Even though he officially proposed to me when I was 25, we planned to get married, acted like couple in love, said I love yous to one another but was that actually a love?

Or just a pretention to create a peaceful environment because we thought we were compatible enough to lead a happy married life?

Abhimaan was no doubt a good human, even though he has had done morally questionable things in life, not that I was saint for something, I do feel that his anger towards me was justified because I didn't tell him my side of the story, he put efforts while I broke up with him.

But even though things didn't fall in our favour, what I and Abhimaan had was never a love, just was pretention to be in love and nothing else.

"I don't think I have ever been in love." I finally answered turning my face to him."What about you?"

"Love is very overrated." Not a type of question, I expected.

"You dated a Hollywood actress, got married to her, had a kid with her, you must have loved her as well." And the regret dawned upon me for shooting such words at him.

I waited for him to get angry and throw words that I don't have any right to know about his personal life but all he was to smiled, the little charming smile.

"That was not love, we all go into detail some other day." He stood up and forward his hand for me, "Let's get in and sleep, you have a meeting at 10 and we have a party to attend this evening"

Oh yes how can I forget about the party

How does he always know about my schedule?

Is he taking with my pa?

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I got just few mins rest after coming back from the office and getting ready for the business party at Singhania's.

The black long bodycon dress with full sleeves hugged by body properly, giving a nice shape to my slightly showing cleavage, I tied my hair in a bun and wore the chain with diamond pendant in it with same diamond studs, my makeup was minimal and not something over the top.

After spraying my favourite perfume, I wore my black stilettoes and grabbed my clutch and phone.

Hearing a throat clearing, I looked up at the reflection to found Yuvraaj standing just behind me, he was already adorn in his black tailored tux with white shirt inside, hair gelled perfectly as he reeked with faint scent of sandalwood and spice.

He looked so hot and I am ready to go down on him, ugh I shut up I have never done it.

What's wrong with my thoughts?

"You look so beautiful." he said, "Uh you look beau-- I mean--uh" I trailed off and embarrased myself infront of him.

No no no, where the fuck is my confidence? I am always so confident.

"Let's leave." I nodded and we walked out of the room.

Yuvaansh has gone out with his grandparents for a movie night and some dinner dates.

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When we got out of the car, the lights surrounded us with the sound of shutter clicks as the cameras captured, questions showered and what not.

We kept a calm posture and posed for few pictures before walking in.

"Mr. And Mrs. Khurana, thank you so much for accepting our invitation." We met with Mr. And Mrs. Singhania, smiling.

"Thank you for having us."

The party was surrounded by the rich and jealous peoples, few were speaking, whispering, judging each other by their outfits and what not.

I looked around trying to find some familiar faces here as Yuvraaj indulged himself with some conversation with others.

"I'll be back." I announced it to him and walked towards the war when I spotted two familiar faces.

Jaiveer Singh Rathore and Vikram Singh.

"Oiii." I slapped slightly on Vikram's back who was sipping whiskey while Jaiveer stood up, giving me a side hug.

"Look who's here, The Jahnvi Khanna no Khurana, no whatever." Vikram was surely high as always when he replied to me as he stood up.

I let him side hug me before he blinked his eyes, "Jaanu tu toh change hogayi shadi ke baad." he sounded like an Indian mother while I rolled my eyes.

"One more." Vik asked for a refill when Jai jumped in, "Vikram control yourself this is your father's party." he hissed.

"So?" he questioned back, "I know it's my father's party and he has made foods and drinks free so I can drink as much as I want." he retorted back, smiling cheekily while Jai shook his head before dropping back to his seat.

"I'll leave you at roadside instead of dropping you at your home if you get too drunk remember it." he reminded him.

The Vikram Singhania and The Jaiveer Singh Rathore, met both of them at college, even though we were from different streams I vibed with them.

Abhimaan, Vikram, Jaiveer and Ryan used to play football and they were the winning team from our university.

Abhimaan was the charmer of the college but he had one rule set, fuck anyone but not the girls of our college, Vikram was the one drowning himself in parties, drinks and weeds, the younger one between all of us, while Jaiveer was the nerd who wore only black, always tops in academics, never been in relationship when he was in University, he was the silent one but not the innocent silent one he was more of, 'I am silent but don't fuck with me' type and then comes Ryan, the rude yet the friendly one, the overlord high and mighty one but so fucking famous between girls. He was the heartbreaker, fucked so many but never loved any type.

Ryan didn't make it to the party as he was in London and I didn't ask about Abhimaan.

Sipping on my gin and tonic, I turned hearing a soft voice, "Hiii Jahnvi, Hii Vik, Hii Mr. Fiance." And here comes Shravani Datta, the elder daughter of Kabir and Claire Datta.

She was the sweetest yet sassiest soul I have ever met.

I have known Shravani when she was just 16, known how she always simps on Jaiveer and now she actually so crazy for him that they got engaged to one another and getting married.

Shravani is sweet and soft, at this age one of the highest paid model of USA, her career is at the top but she wants to get married to none other than JSR who was totally opposite to her, it's a disaster in a bond called marriage.

Knowing Jaiveer's Aura and background, I was scared for Shravani, she is too sweet for a monster like him. I shouldn't talk this for my friend but the truth is bitter though.

Shravani air kisses my cheeks before she fist bumped with Vikram who was glaring at the glass of whisky around his hold and then she goes to her fiance, giving him a tight hug who didn't even return it.

Damn you Jaiveer reciprocate her hug, she is your fiance. "Nevermind." Shravani let out and then rolled her eyes.

I liked the outfit she was wearing, the little red satin dress with black blazer and silver stilletos, her brown hairs with natural golden flakes shining. She would be a fashion icon soon.

"Hey Guys." Yuvraaj joined us, shaking hands with Jaiveer and Vikram and Shravani before he slide his other arm around my waist, "I want you to meet with someone." he whispered in my ear.

I excuses myself and let him take me to meet with 'Someone' he sounded excited and I wanted to know who is it?

He lead me to the other side of the room, "Here, My Wife, The Jahnvi Yuvraaj Khurana." My eyes trailed and stop that face opposite to me and all the colours drained from my face and fingers turned cold.

No no no.

Am I hallucinating?

It can't happen.

It's must be a dream.

I am not ready, never ready to face my worst nightmare.

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