Obsessed With My Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Bearable. And I was 32. Not getting any younger. My parents wanted me married. Settled. Responsible. Whatever that means. And frankly, she was the only woman who didn't exhaust me within five minutes. I was used to her presence. Three and a half years of working side by side did that. Having her around 24/7 would only make my work easier. Yes, it was selfish. I know it. But I'm not a saint. Never claimed to be one.

Rather they began to appear more and more infront his sight. He was loosing control over himself. His sanity. It was slowly slipping away. And with that half insane mine he deterred to make sure that after marriage this weird infatuation with her would be over and if it didn't then he was going to make her his wife knew what it meant to be the wife of Shehryaar Haider Syed. He would be nothing like his father. He would never give her the same freedom that his father gave to that woman who bore him.

At this point, we were strangers. Hugo, the idiot that he was, clung to me again. "My parents were getting divorced, and my dad wanted to take me away. I couldn't make you wait for me… That's why I turned you—" I pinched his lips between my fingers. "Enough. Don't. I'm over love now. From now on, only my career and money can satisfy me." Hugo let go, slumped onto the couch, and started chugging his beer, grinning like a fool the whole time.

But I knew this: my husband had been searching for a woman for six years with the obsessive, unrelenting focus of someone who had never stopped wanting something he lost. And I was not that woman. That was enough to start with.

" Says Mr. Every. Immediately, I look over to where my husband is standing and smile as I watch him talk to the only two people who represent my family. It is evident that he is not suffering from any anxiety about cleanliness and that, makes me smile because even though I had not planned to cure him or be a part of his cure, I am glad to see that he is a more functional person and that this obsession to be constantly clean, is less and less seen in him.

When she had woken up three days back, the doctor had said: “Your husband was so worried. He could barely eat because you were not okay. And he… he made sure we found the best blood match. He even threatened to kill us if we didn’t save you…” That had ended with a laugh. But for her, it didn’t. Because… going to that length just to have her? It was an obsession. A suffocating, breath-stealing, all-consuming obsession. Knowing that a man would kill to have her… bothered her just as much as a tiny little part of her accepted it. A dangerous part. A part that wanted to be wanted. That wanted to be his. Then he went further to say… “Any one would kill to have a man like your husband. I pray the

A satisfactory grunt reverberated in his chest as he found me slicking wet for him. Tangling my fingers through his hair, I held it tightly as he thrust his finger inside me. I moaned his name and was rewarded with another finger burying deep inside my pussy. He was still pressing my hand into the desk, refusing to let go of that. With my other hand, I dug my nails into his shoulder as he plunged his fingers in and out of me, picking up the pace. His lips, however, never left my skin for once. God, my husband was so fucking obsessed with me.

Suddenly a scent rushed into my nostrils and I felt dizzy and lightheaded. I looked at him again and felt an intense attraction to him. I gasped. This couldn't be. There had to be some kind of mistake but there was none. The Goddess never made a mistake. I whispered under my breath, loud enough for only the both of us to hear. "Mate..."

He asked as he couldn't see me due to the barrier separating us and I couldn't move as I was so lost in him. "Take it easy, man. Seems like you miss her too much. You are truly obsessed with h-----" "I'm not obsessed with her, you fucker. I fucking love her. She's my wife, mine."

"You aren't getting any younger. I wonder why you are yet to find a wife. As far as I know, you are one of the most eligible bachelors in the state, so I don't think finding one who should be your mate would be difficult unless you don't want to look in the right direction." Vishal was stumped. He hadn't expected that. He had thought it had to do with the company or they wanted him to help one of their friends who was in trouble. But about taking a mate, he hadn't expected it and so, he was at a loss of what to say. "Um... I'll think about it. I've been too busy these days to look around but now that you've mentioned it, I'd look around." He replied with a lame excuse.