Married to nightmare

 REHAN'S POV"Get the fuck out of my office,"  I spoke calmly, spinning the paperweight.                                                                          &n

 MAYRA'S POV I pushed myself to open my eyes and second next, strong masculine scent of dark cologne travelled through my nostrils causing knots to form in my belly. I smiled slightly, feeling all warm and good. I decided to get off the bed but I felt someone's grip on my waist. I stilled and realized that I was in Rehan's arm. All the memories of few hours back rushed i

MAYRA'S POV  "Can we leave now?" I asked but he ignored. Why is he so difficult?  I closed my eyes and let out a small breath. "When will you marry me?" I dig my nails on my thigh and after gathering lots of courage, I finally asked him the question which bothered me from so long. He shot his eyebrows upward.  "Desperate, are we?" I shook my head. "I was just curious." I replied and he let

 MAYRA’S POVI forced my eyes open, trying to cover them from the rays of morning sun. Blinking my eyes several times, I woke up clumsily and sat down on bed in Indian style, covering my legs with blanket. I yawned and then started stretching my arms in an attempt to retain some strength in me. After that I walked to the window and pulled the curtains away. I observed the view carefully while grabbing my hairs into a messy bun. 

 MAYRA’S POV“Barbie doll, why are you not coming to clinic these days?” At Vishal’s question, I slowly shifted my eyes to Rehan who was busy on his office laptop. I closed my eyes for a few second and with a small smile I returned my eyes back to Vishal, who sat next to him. “Sometimes priorities do changes.” I replied.