Amaira sat in the lawyer's office —
Her lawyer clicked his pen, all professional and serious.
"So, Mrs. Singhania, as per the marriage contract—"
"Ex."
She cut him off.
"Ex-Mrs. Singhania."
He nodded slowly.
"Right... Ex."
That's when the receptionist walked in — holding a bouquet of jet-black roses wrapped in silk.
Her lawyer's eyes flicked up.
"For you?"
She took the card — fingers trembling as she flipped it open.
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Nice outfit, sunshine.
That color really brings out your eyes.
See you at home.
— Your Loving Husband 💋
Her heart stopped beating.
Her head snapped up — scanning the office for cameras...
Her eyes locked onto the little red light blinking in the corner of the ceiling.
He was watching her.
The whole damn time.
Her lawyer blinked.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Singhania?"
She slapped the card facedown.
"Nothing."
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Amaira started hiding I ❤️ Mrs. Singhania mugs around the house — one in his office, one in the gun safe, one in the glove compartment of his car...
She thought he didn't know.
Until one morning, she opened the cupboard and found one last mug sitting front and center — with a little note inside.
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You missed one, sunshine.
Love, Mr. Singhania
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Her heart straight-up malfunctioned.
When she turned around, Reyansh was leaning against the doorframe — arms crossed, smirking.
"Still want that divorce?"
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It happened three weeks later.
Amaira woke up to Reyansh side of the bed... cold.
No messages.
No annoying sticky notes.
No Mrs. Singhania mugs taunting her.
By noon — his men were whispering that he's dead.
By midnight — the whole city thought he was dead.
The next morning, she stumbled into the kitchen — eyes swollen, wearing his shirt and find him in the kitchen—shirtless, making breakfast for her like he didn't just traumatize her for 24 hours straight.
Miss me, Sunshine? He asked in his deep voice with his infamous smirk.
"You're... you're alive?" She said slowly in disbelief...
And the next moment she quickly run towards him and hugged him tightly while in a tiptoeing position to try to reach his height level...only for him to lift her and straddling her legs on either side of him and his hands gripped her hips firmly to keep her in that position.
"You're a psycho" she said.
He smirked wider—voice low dripping with love and obsession for her..
"And you're mine".
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Reyansh was sleeping face buried in her hair and one arm draped over her waist. While his leg was on top of her legs..
Amaira, wide awake and bored, slowly poked his cheek.
Nothing.
She poked again.
Still nothing.
Smirking, she leaned in close and whispered, "Reyansh, wake up... there's an emergency."
A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest.
"Love”...let me sleep for God sake.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"But it is an emergency."
He cracked one eye open, voice rough with sleep. "What?"
She grinned.
"I can't decide if I want panipuri or waffles."
Reyansh stared at her like he was calculating the exact number of life choices that led him to marrying this little devil.
Then, without a word—he grabbed his pillow, threw it over his face, and groaned.
Amaira giggled and flopped on top of him.
"You love me, right?"
His voice was muffled under the pillow. "No."
She gasped dramatically. "Take that back!"
He peeked out just enough to smirk.
"Make me."
And just like that, she tackled him under the sheets, laughing as he pulled her beneath him in one swift move.
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One night at a party, some girl from another mafia family tried flirting with Reyansh— giggling, doing the whole annoying hair flip thing.
Amaira just stood there, sipping her cold drink, not saying a word.
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When she finally walked over, Amaira smiled sweetly and said,
"I think you should give her your number."
He froze. "What?"
She shrugged. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind being your second wife."
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His jaw clenched.
And the next moment all she knows that girl was shot dead by him ...
What the hell you just did Reyansh..Are
you out of your mind....She exclaimed..
I hate when someone crosses their limit ..I'm yours, I belong to you only and I like to keep it in that way.
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