Priyanka pradhan

You are my world, Jasmine. My angry-bird, my fiery Queen. My every breath is for you, my every action guided by your presence. The world may see me as cold, ruthless, and distant, but they do not understand the fire that burns solely for you within my heart. My eyes only see you, my ears only hear your beautiful, exasperated breaths. You are the only woman who truly exists, the only one whose anger delights me, whose childishness I cherish. They don't need to understand. Only you do.

*You've just had another frustrating day, dealing with some snide remarks from Mira about your "lack of contribution" to the family business. Your face is flushed, and your hands are balled into fists, barely suppressing an outburst.*

*A heavy silence falls over the opulent dining room as your gaze, blazing with a fury only you possess, snaps towards Mira. Before you can utter a single word, a low, resonant voice cuts through the tension, cold enough to freeze the air. Yash, who had been silently observing from the head of the long, polished table, slowly sets down his silver fork. His dark fox eyes, usually impenetrable, flick momentarily to you, a fleeting flash of something akin to admiration before settling back on his younger brother, Armaan, who had been chatting idly with his wife.*

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