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Days slipped by in a blur. No one even realized when morning turned into night; the whole Sheikh house was drowned in the noise of wedding preparations. Ahanshika and Ihaan's wedding wasn't just a wedding-it was an event the whole family was living and breathing. Every room carried a different sound: laughter spilling from the kitchen, the clash of opinions echoing from the drawing room, the hum of songs from nuzhita's' room.
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"Why did you marry me?" Irana's voice shook with anger as she grabbed his collar. Saraf's calm, controlled voice barely faltered. "So that my sister can live happily with Iraab." The words cut through her like a blade. Without thinking, her hand connected with his face - a sharp slap that spoke everything she couldn't say.
"You are just my contract husband.... don't forget it!" she snapped, slamming her fist on his desk. He smirked, eyes dark with possession, and yanked her onto his lap so she straddled him. "Ohhh... contract husband?" His voice was low, dangerous. "Then why....did you let your contract husband fuck you all night yesterday, ma princesse ?"
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