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Chapter Two - The Massage

I sat in the room he had given me in his mansion. Though I was his wife, he refused to treat me as one. Honestly, I wasn't expecting to be treated as one by him either.

Just as I stood up to leave the room, I found him leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He had that annoying smirk on his face as he stared directly in my direction. I sighed and looked away, not wanting to stare at him any longer than I had to.

"Biwi? We're not on the set anymore."

I ignored him since I knew where he was going with this one. Instead, I tried to think of ways to get out of what he had planned.

I heard his steps coming closer as I stood still as a statue, trying to show him that he no longer scared me. It wasn't until I felt his tight grip on my arm that my eyes shot in his direction. I looked up at him with a furious glare as he stared down with the same.

"How long did you think you could use the new contract to free yourself from everything? I'm RK. Even with the loopholes in the contract, it's got its perks for me. Didn't you say so yourself? At home you're going to behave as my biwi? Well Biwi, I just came back from work, tired, a nice back massage would be helpful."

I didn't know how to avoid his demand this time. He had the upper hand at his mansion most of the time.

He let go of my arm and stepped back. I kept my eyes on him until he raised his hands to the zipper of his jacket. As it began to lower, I turned my back towards him. I heard his low, evil chuckle behind me and I closed my eyes as I wondered if he had already taken his shirt off.

Suddenly I felt a shiver run down my spine as a soft hand began slowly running down my arm. As I realized it was RK, I quickly turned around to find myself standing face to face with RK's bare chest. My eyes went wide with shock as I saw the perfectly sculpted abs on the body before me. It took the snap of his fingers to bring me out of my awe.

"I know, I've got the body of an angel. Now you're probably just dying to give me a massage and put your hands all over this."

He was so self-centered and egoistic that it disgusted me. How could someone love themself so much? Especially someone like him, in whom I couldn't even find one thing to love.

I turned my back towards him again, not wanting to stare at him shirtless any longer, but this time he grabbed my arm and spun me. My hands instinctively went up to rest on his chest as he pulled me close. I felt his warm skin beneath the palms of my hands and I instantly retreated again.

"What is it Biwi? You don't like this?"

He grabbed my hand as I struggled to free it, and he placed it on his chest. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body, as he didn't let me remove my hand.

"You're about to have your hands all over me. You might as well get used to this."

I wanted to scream stop but I knew that would only please him. He would end up doing the opposite of what I'd ask of him, just because he'd know it was bothering me. So, I just continued to struggle to get my hand free as I stared up at him, showing him that his bare chest was not distracting me. He kept his eyes on me for a moment and then suddenly let me go. I grabbed my wrist and stepped back, not wanting to be close to him.

"Consider yourself lucky. I don't normally let girls like you touch my body. I'm going to spare you this one time, but next time, don't try to play smart with me and my own contract. Understand?"

I didn't respond. I stared at him with eyes full of anger, waiting for him to leave. He let his smirk return and then turned around to leave the room as he put his jacket back on. He stopped in the doorway and turned to stare at me. He spoke with an unusual tone, which silently yelled out trouble, just before he left the room.

"By the way, there's a party tomorrow and everyone will be dying to see Mrs. Rishabh Kundra. So, be ready."