His Hated Wife

chapter 9 :Game Rules

The hum of the PC was Kabir's only constant companion, a rhythmic pulse against the frantic clicks of his mouse. "OmegaKnight" he was, in the virtual arenas, a legend forged in late nights and energy drinks. Anaya, the woman whose existence was a constant irritation and disruption to his perfectly ordered, pixelated world He retreated to his gaming den, a sanctuary against her sensible shoes and polite, yet piercing, questions about his "career longevity." He hated  Her as her presence was a constant reminder of the life he hadn't chosen. The forced proximity of their marriage, the awkward dinners, the silence , the tense mornings, the stargazing had begun to chip away at the fortress of his indifference.  There were accidental touches, lingering glances, a shared laugh over a spilled coffee that somehow felt less like an accident and more like a crack in their icy facade. They hadn't admitted it, not even to themselves, but the hatred was slowly, imperceptibly, morphing into something else entirely. Something fragile, nascent, and terrifyingly real. They were falling slowly into love. Today, however, the fragile peace was shattered. The phone slipped from Kabir's nerveless fingers, clattering against the polished floorboards. He saw avni's maternity photoshoot on Instagram with sameer Avni His first love, the girl he wanted to Marry before his world splintered was  pregnant , With Sameer’s child. Sameer was his rival. The serpentine gamer who'd stolen countless victories and now, it seemed that he stole his past. The room spun in his head The vibrant colours of his game screen blurred into pain. A gut-wrenching, primal scream clawed at his throat, but only a choked sob escaped. He felt a profound sense of betrayal, not just from Avni, but from fate itself. His past, his memories, were all around him and his mind had just crashed into his already chaotic present. He drank a lot of alcohol meanwhile Anaya found him slumped in his gaming chair, his face was buried in his hands, and his body was trembling. The air in the room was thick with despair, a stark contrast to the usual aggressive energy that radiated from his den. She knelt beside him, her usual composure was replaced by a raw concern that surprised him."Kabir? What's wrong?" Her voice was soft, laced with a tenderness that he hadn't known she possessed for him.He couldn't speak but he just shook his head, the tears were finally breaking free down to his cheeks He felt pathetic and exposed. The invincible OmegaKnight was a broken boy.Without a word, she pulled him into her arms, a surprisingly strong embrace. He stiffened at first, then, to his own astonishment he leaned into her, burying his face in the crook of her neck while hugging her . Her scent,  was usually dismissed as "too floral," was now a grounding presence, warm and comforting.Her fingers threaded through his hair, gently stroking in a soothing rhythm. "Tell me," she whispered against his beautifully pierced ear with a black diamond her voice was a balm.He choked out fragment of  raw words
"Avni... pregnant...."He felt her stiffen for a fraction of a second, a fleeting pause that he might have imagined. But then her grip tightened suddenly , and her touch became something else. Something deliberate, possessive, and utterly sensual.
She kissed his forehead and Her lips brushed his earlobe, sending a jolt through his trembling body. "Sameer means nothing," she murmured, her voice now a low, husky purr that vibrated through him. "Avni is the past. I am your present. And your future." She opens a compartment below the bed and takes a surprise gift out for him . He didn't opened but placed it gently on his table and hugged her again meanwhile Her hand, which had been in his hair, slid down to his jawline, then along his neck, her touch was like feather-light but electrifying. She pulled his head back, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes, which were usually cool and analytical, was now dark with an intensity that took his breath away. A smouldering fire he'd never seen."You're drunk and you're hurting yourself "
she whispered, while her thumb was tracing the line of his cheekbone. "Let me take it away."Before he could react, her lips were on his. Not a chase but a comforting kiss, demanding press that stole his breath. Her tongue got wrapped against against his, in a playful teasing way  that bypassed his shock and ignited a raw, desperate hunger. He tasted salt from his tears, and something else – her unique, intoxicating sweetness.She pulled back slightly, her eyes was never leaving his,
a knowing smirk  played on her lips.
"This is not about Avni," she breathed, and her fingers were deftly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, her touch was lingering on his heated skin.
"This is about us. About what we've become."Her hands slid further, tracing the hard lines of his chest, her touch was sending shivers through him. He was still reeling, and processing the shock that Avni gave, but her proximity, her scent, the audacious confidence in her touch, was powerful and undeniable . His mind was  consumed a moment ago by grief and anger, was now reeling with a different kind of storm She climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her dress riding high on her thighs, revealing a flash of lace. Her body, usually so prim and proper, was now soft, yielding, and incredibly potent against his. She leaned in, and her breasts were pressing against his chest, her  hot breath spreaded on his neck."Lets go, Kabir," she whispered, her teeth were gently nipping at his earlobe, sending a fresh wave of desire crashing over him. "Let go of the past. Let me show you what you have now."Her hands plunged into his hair, pulling his head back, and her lips descended again, more hungrier this time, He responded instinctively, his own hands were finding her waist, pulling her closer, desperate for the friction, for the oblivion she offered. There was only Anaya, her body and a blazing inferno against his, her kiss was a promise of salvation, a fierce, and an undeniable claim. He was hers, and in that moment of raw, unbridled passion, he wanted nothing else. The game had changed, and he was ready to play by her rules.