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Wedding Night in hotel

The media couldn't offend Khurana, even though they didn't understand why Khurana entertainment was helping Pratiksha.

Even Sachin didn't understand why their plan had run so smoothly. He had originally expected it to take a few days, "Pratiksha, tell me, are you being supported by another company?"

"No," Pratiksha replied as she glanced at the man beside her. "However, there is indeed a person that has been assisting me behind the scenes. But, I can't reveal who it is yet."

"Hahaha...that's ok. We will talk about it later. Just the thought of Vikrant's distraught face is enough to satisfy me!" Sachin assumed Pratiksha had help from her family.

She had no idea that Pratiksha had, in fact, suddenly become the wife of the King of Entertainment: Moksh Khurana.

"Are you trying to use this opportunity to leave Rastogis ?" Moksh asked as he elegantly sliced the steak in front of him.

"No, I would be letting them off too easy if I was to leave so simply. I am going to tear them down from their perch," Pratiksha explained. "Plus, I have already decided to return to the modeling industry. Unfortunately, my popularity isn't as great as before; which is why Rastogis may come of use."

"You are like this right now because you are angry. What if one day you no longer hate..."

"What I have decided on, I will not regret, let alone turn back," Pratiksha told Moksh in certainty. When in love, she could love with all her heart. When in hate, she could tear the other person apart with her bare hands.

On top of everything, quite a decent amount of time had passed since news of Pratiksha's exposure on stage had gotten out, yet, Vikrant hadn't even made a single phone call to check on her. Instead, he had released news that could easily ruin Pratiksha. There was no way she was going to let Vikrant hurt her again.

Moksh remained silent, but he was already intrigued by Pratiksha.

Pratiksha wasn't stupid, in fact, she was very smart. She knew she couldn't hide anything from Moksh Khurana, so she quickly revealed everything in front of him. Whether good or bad, there was no holding back - all that existed was trust.

"I've asked my assistant to prepare a room in this hotel. Tonight, we will be staying here. My home is no fun..."

Pratiksha's ears flushed red as she nodded: "Up to you..."

Meanwhile, Vikrant was all over the place, trying to come to a truce with the media and his business partners. Coupled with the news of Payal's pregnancy, the thought of Pratiksha didn't even cross his mind nor did he care where she was right now.

After a romantic dinner, Pratiksha followed closely behind Moksh Khurana as he led her to the presidential suite. Surprisingly, it wasn't just any normal presidential suite, it was actually a wedding suite.

Under such rushed conditions, Moksh somehow managed to prepare so much for her - she couldn't help but feel touched by his consideration. If it was someone else, there was no way they would have done the same.

Moksh could sense the nervousness coming from Pratiksha. He removed his suit jacket as he turned to her and said, "I'll have a shower first so you can have some time to make a decision. If you are still unsure...we can delay our wedding night indefinitely."

Pratiksha was thankful for his thoughtfulness as she watched him head into the bathroom. But...they were already married, what right did she have to make Moksh accommodate for her childish indecisiveness?

Thinking this, Pratiksha threw open the door and headed into the bathroom. Moksh Khurana looked at her in surprise as she reached out and embraced him in a tight hug, "I do not regret!"

"Are you sure? Once I've made you mine, you will no longer have the chance to change your mind," Moksh restrained himself. His deep sexy voice was enough to strike a chord in anyone's heart putting them into a daze.

"I am certain."

Hearing her response, Moksh let himself go. With one hand, he grabbed Pratiksha by the waist and pressed his lips against hers. With his other hand, he undid her dress, which was now soaking wet.

Pratiksha's mind was buzzing. She had never experienced a kiss like this before, one so magical she was losing control.

Standing under the shower, Pratiksha looked up at Moksh . Completely mesmerized, she examined his handsome looks. She noticed the diamond-like mole on his earlobe and his eyes that were looking at her passionately - wanting to swallow her whole.

However, even when the time came to take things further, he did not rush. Instead, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her in his arms out to the rose petal covered bed. Afterwards, his tall body came down on her, he was already wearing protection. However, just as he was about to enter her, he felt an obstruction...

Pratiksha cried out in pain.

Moksh Khurana pulled back quickly as he wrapped her in the blanket.

He originally thought, since Pratiksha was in the entertainment industry and she had already been in a relationship with Vikrant, this couldn't have possibly been her first time, but...the feeling just now, he was sure, she had never engaged in this type of activity before...

"What's wrong?" Pratiksha noticed Moksh Khurana had stopped and couldn't help but lift her head up to question him. Her face was blushing attractively.

"Let's do it next time." Moksh Khurana was surprised, at the same time he felt bad for having misunderstood Pratiksha.

"Are you not satisfied with me?"

"If I had continued going...you would have been hurt." Moksh put on his robe and returned to the bed, trying to control his desires. He didn't want Pratiksha's first time to be a bad experience, "Why didn't you tell me you had no experience?"

"How was I to bring up something like this?" Pratiksha responded as she huddled up against Moksh's shoulder. "I knew you would have found out yourself."

"Anyway, what was that just now? Did we...do it?"

"Regardless of whether we did it or not, you are now Mrs. Khurana . You can't escape..." After he spoke, Moksh stood up, lifted Pratiksha up and headed for the bathroom, "Let me see if you are hurt."

Looking at the worried expression on his face, Pratiksha couldn't help but let out a laugh, "You are nothing like how the outside world portrays you."

"How did you think I would be like?" Moksh placed Pratiksha gently into the bathtub and turned on the water.

"A ruler with complete control over the life and death of his entertainers. A person with no human sense."

"To other people, I am indeed like that!" Moksh expressed sincerely. "But you are different...since you are my wife and are so trusting of me...I will show you my true self."

"However, Pratiksha, I must warn you"

"To me, a lie is a lie. If you betray my trust, I will never forgive you."

Pratiksha sat up comfortably, her nose almost touching Moksh's, "What a coincidence, I am the same."

That night, their physical relationship had technically only reached halfway. But, their hearts had been drawn closer together.

The next morning, Pratiksha awoke to the blinding light of the sun shining through the window. To her surprise, the spot beside her was already empty.

Pratiksha thought Moksh had already left, but...he was actually waiting for her patiently in the living room whilst flipping through some documents.

"I've prepared some new clothes in the bathroom for you. We will leave after you freshen up."

Pratiksha nodded obediently as she turned towards the bathroom. At that moment, her phone suddenly rang...it was Vikrant.

Pratiksha looked at Moksh awkwardly as he charmingly lifted one eyebrow and asked, "Do you want me to pick it up?"