Virat hovered over Jiya, gripped her wrists, pin above her head, she was shaking in frustration and fear on the couch, laying in a way of a compromising position, but the words made her more tremble.
“Mrs. Jiya Virat Singh….”.
Jiya was staggered to the core, her mind gets obstructed, her body numbs, deep black beautiful eyes opened wide, a lone tear escaped from it, she doesn’t understand, “Why Virat addressed her as his wife…!....”.
With her shaking plumpy pink lips, she shattered, “WWhat aare you saying…???...”. Virat grins, seeing Jiya's appealing astounded face, he leans down and places a peck kiss on her cheek and swollen lips.
Jiya feels appalled, and shook her head in negative, to express her dismayed, “Stops it….Virat…just stop it…. Why are you lying..???...”. Virat's
