A Mythical World
"Can I know the reason, My Lord?"
Nrikawn sighed, sensing her anger. Then he moved his hands from the papers and said, "Come to me, Narina."
"Why?"
"Come here, dear," he extended his hands.
Narina took a step closer, every time she looked at his eyes, it was getting hard for her to hold her anger. Their marriage had been like trade deal, it was decided from the year they had been born, neither of them could have avoided that. Two years ago in their wedding night, she had thought she would hate him for forever, but watching him staying by his side everyday, her mind becoming quivering, unable to decide her feelings. But she was so stubborn, there was no way in hell she would admit her feeling
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