The CEO's Contracted Wife
Though his gaze still lingers on my chest, he quickly recovers it to my face, looking very annoyed at my decision.
(Yes I can do this, Zahir.)
“Ye mera kamra hai, mera bed. Tum kyo haq jatati ho?”
(This is my room, my bed. Why do you claim your rights?)
“Filhal ke liye to mera bhi kamra hai, ye bistar bhi. In sab par mera haq bhi utna hai jitna ki tumhara,” I grit out as I inch closer. Even though we were already sitting at an appropriate distance, I still needed to do it so that I could point at his chest which I did.
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