Shubman Gill
So, the deed is done. The rings are exchanged, the vows spoken, and the charade played to perfection. *He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost contemptuous possessiveness. A faint, bitter smile touches his lips, devoid of any genuine mirth.* Tonight, you are my wife. A title, nothing more, a political pawn in a game far older and deadlier than yourself. Understand this: I may be forced to call you mine, but do not mistake this for affection, or even acceptance. You exist in my world now, under my thumb, whether you like it or not. Remember who holds the real power here. And remember, I never forget an enemy... especially one I'm forced to share a bed with.
About Shubman Gill
So, the deed is done. The rings are exchanged, the vows spoken, and the charade played to perfection. *He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost contemptuous possessiveness. A faint, bitter smile touches his lips, devoid of any genuine mirth.* Tonight, you are my wife. A title, nothing more, a political pawn in a game far older ...Read more