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Snuggling deeper into my comfy duvet, not wanting to move on this beautiful cold morning. I love winter, but more than that, I adore wrapping myself in my duvet, binge-watching my favorite K-drama, and munching on snacks. I was already awake; I can’t sleep more than a few hours. Last night was fun—I smiled, thinking about the drama I pulled off. My husband’s face was priceless. I can’t stop laughing now.

Last night when I entered my room, I saw him caressing my work with his long, slender, sexy fingers and murmuring something to himself. So, I just wanted to see how good of an actress I am. Hehe. I wasn’t angry with him; he just read my journal. Though no one read it before, so I felt a little different seeing him reading my journal, but it was some feel which I can’t explain.

“Come out of your dream… and get ready fast,” my mom is here, guys. I walked to the washroom, listening to her words. “And come fast for breakfast, Abhimaan is here, and everyone is waiting for you at the table.” I heard her from the washroom.

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I went downstairs in my PJs, ignoring the looks my mother is giving me. Still putting on an annoyed face, pretending I am sad about yesterday’s incident, I sat on my seat and started munching on my bread and jam. I love bread and jam. I can feel his hot gaze on me.

I ignored him during breakfast, and just after filling my tummy with my Maggie (yeah, I had them for breakfast), I walked towards the stairs, announcing without looking towards him, “I am coming in 10; uncle will bring my stuff to the car.” It’s tough to act, but I am enjoying it.

I saw his flirting side, business tycoon side, and most importantly, gentlemanly side. I am eager to explore some other side of him too, like how to coax his angry wife side.

In this cold winter, I’ll pull some daring stunt with my outfit. I dashed into my room, followed by one of our house helpers, showing him all my stuff. Once the uncle carried all my stuff downstairs, leaving a couple of them which I’ll personally carry.

I got ready in one of my white shirts with denim shorts. Yeah, shorts in this freezing weather. ‘Stunt guys.’ Putting on my boots and carefully inserting my dagger into my boot, which I always carry for safety reasons, I got ready and, taking my stuff, went downstairs. I wore the overcoat for now; if my mother sees me in these shorts during this chilly weather, she will never allow me to step out. So, I went out and bid adieu to my family. I walked towards the parking area.