“Arjun! Mujhe chhodo!” Meher shrieked, kicking her feet as her arrogant, insufferable, ridiculously hot husband threw her over his shoulder like a damn sack of rice.

“Not happening, Mahi,” Arjun said, completely unaffected by her struggle. “You wanted war? You got one.”

She gasped as he smacked her thigh, the heat of his palm searing through her satin nightwear. “Ajeeb ho tum! Pagal aadmi! Put me down!”

Arjun sighed, as if she was exhausting him. “Mahi, you stole my pillow. Again.”

She smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Haan toh? Kya kar loge?”

His eyes darkened. “Bohot kuch.”

Before she could react, he dropped her onto their massive bed—the very same bed she had refused to share the night before. But Arjun Rathore had zero patience for his wife’s defiance. His hands planted on either side of her, caging her beneath him.

“You’ve got two options, Mahi,” he murmured, his nose brushing against hers. “Give me my pillow back… or I’ll just use you instead.”

Her breath hitched. “You wouldn’t dare.”

His smirk was lethal. “Oh, sweetheart,” he drawled, grabbing her waist and rolling onto his side, pulling her on top of him. “You clearly don’t know your husband.”

Meher squirmed, trying to escape, but Arjun’s arms were steel bands around her. Every inch of her was pressed against his hard, muscled chest, the scent of his cologne wrapping around her like a sinful trap.

“Arjun…” Her voice wavered, her resolve cracking when his fingers brushed the curve of her spine.

He chuckled, his lips grazing her ear. “Comfortable, Mahi?”

She let out an indignant huff. “No!”

But then, he did something tempting.

He buried his face in her neck and… bit her.

Meher yelped, slapping his shoulder. “Arjun! You—You animal!”

He grinned against her skin, satisfied. “You were hogging my pillow, Mahi. So now, you’re my replacement.”

Her cheeks burned. This man was impossible.

Fine. If he wanted to play dirty—so be it.

Meher slowly leaned in, her lips just a whisper away from his. She saw his eyes darken, and felt his body tense. Just as his grip on her loosened…

She grabbed the actual pillow from beside them and slammed it into his face.

“Hah!” she declared victoriously, rolling off him. “Take that, Rathore!”

Arjun groaned, shoving the pillow away before grabbing her ankle and yanking her right back onto him.

“Wrong move, wifey,” he murmured, flipping her beneath him in one swift movement.

Meher gasped, breathless. His hands were on either side of her, his weight deliciously trapping her. Dangerous, intense, and completely hers.

Arjun leaned in, his lips ghosting over hers. “Ab punishment ke liye tayar ho?”

Her heart thundered.

Oh.

She was in so much trouble.

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