Prologue

She was looking like a doll in her bridal attire, void of any makeup. As per the rituals, the bride has to remove the makeup before sitting in the Mandap. (Wedding pavillion)

The moonlight was falling on her face making her look like an angel.

His angel.

A yelp left her mouth as he pulled her closer.

Fearfully, she looked up at him and her body froze seeing the desire and lust in his eyes.

She was trembling like a leaf in his arms. His lust filled eyes were turning a shade of darker and his breath was fanning her face.

The dupatta fell off her shoulder on it's own. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as the cold wind touched her bare skin.

His eyes roamed around her body.

Bare waist, deep neck blouse showing her creamy cleavage and henna clad arms.

His self control loosened and he decided to claim her, finally.

After waiting for months, she is his now.

Only his....