Never having had someone insult him to his face, he lost his control.
Women had no place in his life. Neither would she. He could take her and toss her aside without so much as blinking.
It was time to prove it.
Pulling her to him, he lifted her up and slid her over his body on the way down.
The dark flush on her face made him smirk in self satisfaction.
The whole room full of people held their breath watching the emotional interplay.
No innocent face or eyes were going to weaken Maan Singh Khurana.
Her anger, her hatred at his actions were easily shown in the depths of her amber eyes. The public humiliation burned her even as she trembled in rage.
As a tear held onto her lashes, refusing to fall, he mocked her.
"Tears? The only defense of a weak woman. Bravo Miss Geet!
Originally posted by: DaftGirk
Oh my luck more like night is on my side lol
For the first time since like forever, I'm the first to comment on your story lol
Good to see a repost of this, it was an awesome story and as usual beautifully told
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