She was just a teenager when the world showed her its darkest side. Broken and scared, she built walls so high, she swore no one would ever get close-especially not a man. But life had other plans. Forced into a marriage with a stranger, she steppe...
I can't even handle the embarrassment right now! My husband is staring at me like I just pulled down his trousers in public. It's early evening, and my team and I are celebrating our first victory. And guess what? Our CEO treated everyone to pastries and coffee. He's actually generous—not like those brooding, arrogant, bossy male leads from the novels I usually read. This one's a real-life gentleman.
ミ★ **𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝** ★彡
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AHEM AHEM girls meet ISHAAN GOYAL . SAY HIII
Ishaan was focused on his laptop in the living room when two hands suddenly covered his eyes. Without missing a beat, he kept typing, completely unfazed. Ruhanika, who'd snuck up on him hoping to scare him, frowned at his lack of reaction.
"Ugh, you're no fun!" she sighed dramatically, dropping her hands and turning to walk away. But Ishaan grabbed her wrist swiftly. "Oye, Mithu! Where do you think you're going?"
Ruhanika spun around, giving him an indignant glare. "Bhai, why do you keep switching my name? We agreed on *Dollu*, remember? And now you're calling me *Mithu* out of nowhere?" She crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed, and plopped down beside him.
Ishaan shut his laptop, chuckling at her theatrics, and pulled her into a cozy hug. "You're my Mithu, my Kittu, my Dollu, my Bollu... my everything, okay!"
Ruhanika rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. "Bhai, I'm not your girlfriend! Save the mushy lines for someone else. Anyway, I have some good news for you."
Ishaan leaned back, feigning shock. "Wait... *good news*? Already? Isn't it a bit too soon? Don't tell me you're planning to announce my little niece or nephew? No worries—I'm fully prepared to adopt them if needed."
"Bhaaaiii! Ew! Chee! You're so gross!" Ruhanika shrieked, her cheeks turning red. "I swear I'll tell Mom about your dirty mind!"
Ishaan raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Wait... don't tell me your in-laws are already done with you? Are they returning you to us? Should I draft a *No Returns, No Refunds* policy?"
