MY POSSESSIVE HUSBAND

She was walking toward her class when Ruhaan dragged her into an empty classroom. She struggled in his hold, she screamed, "What are you doing? Let me go!".


Fury coursed through his veins. He couldn’t focus on her words. All he could think about was the bombshell dropped on him. “You’re getting married?”



She stood frozen in shock. How did he know? She tried composing herself. She couldn’t let him see her true emotions. “What I do with my life is none of your business. But if you’re still curious, then yes, I am getting married. Now leave me alone!” She wanted to say so much more, but couldn’t. Soft lips descended on hers, caressing her, teasing her, dominating her. She couldn’t resist. It was impossible for her to do so.



Suddenly he broke the kiss. She came out of her trance. Like a spell broken. He brought his lips closer to her ears, talking, almost whispering, shooting sparks through her body, “Baby, you are my wife.”



She couldn’t fall for it. She won’t. She forced a bitter laugh, remembering her heartbreak, “Wife? I am NOT your wife. There is no proof of our wedding. No one knows about us.”



But he was a man with a mission. “Proof or not, you are mine. Your body, soul, spirit, all mine. You belong to me, Mrs. Amara Ruhaan Malhotra. And I am never letting you go.”