|| MULTI - COUPLE ROYAL ROMANCE ||
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They are royals , one of the most respectable and powerful people in the country.
They are loved and worshipped . They were born with silver spoon and they have u...
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Isha entered in her room after spending some time with Arvika. She checked every where in the room, closet, washroom, study and balcony. When she doesn't find her husband, she sighed relief and closed the door.
Then called on a number. After few rings someone picked up the phone from the other side.
"Very desperate you are , Isha. Can't even wait till morning."
"I haven't called you to hear your rants. You promised me if I'll do as you say, you will give me the informations."
"I never said informations. I told you that I will give you a information....Tch tch... your grammar is very bad dear."
"Don't play mind games with me." She said furiously.
"I'm not playing any type of game Isha. Just keep doing what I said to you, I'll keep giving you information."
"I have done it. Now atleast give me the information." She said gritting her teeth.
"Mental asylum."
"What?" She screamed.
"Isha, stop screaming baby. Okay since I have a very big heart I will give one more information. Mental asylum in India."
"Hell-" She said but person on the other side had already cut the call.
She was going to throw her phone in frustration when she heard the creaking sound of door.
She turned and saw that her husband had arrived.
Did he heard my conversation?
She wondered.
She looked at his face which gives away no expression. A cold, handsome and devilish face.
For a minute she wondered but upon seeing no expression on his face she assumed that he didn't hear anything.
"Is there something on my face?" He suddenly asked startling her.
"Huh?....Ahh I'm just looking at my husband. Is it wrong pati parmeshwar (almighty husband)?" She replied giving him a tight lipped smile which was full of sarcasm.
"What fateechar (beggar)? Speak clearly." He told her in his gruff voice.
"Not fa....Whatever... I'm going to sleep.... Good night dear hubby."
"Hey! Why are you sleeping on my bed? This is my bed and I haven't allowed you to sleep here. You should first ask for my permission."
"Excuse me! I'm your wife, so I have full rights on this bed, even everything of yours. Listen, I'm tired from everything. I am in dire need of sleep. If you have problem in sharing bed with me, you can sleep anywhere you are comfortable; sofa, floor, wherever you feel comfortable. " Stating all these she went under the blanket.
