"I think it is time to show you what a man whore is," he said in a husky voice.

He wasn't serious, was he?

Yuvaan leaned down his head, but I turned my face to the side. I squirmed under him, and he tightened his hold on my wrists.

"Let me go!" I yelled. "I am not your whore for you to do anything to me!"

"Who said you are my whore?" he questioned and turned my face to the front.

"Then what the hell are you doing? Just because your mom is here, you want me to play the role of your wife? I won't sleep with you," I huffed.

"Why not? It isn't like you are sleeping with any other man, I am your husband," he said and moved his gaze on my lips.

"Husband, my foot," I grunted and tried to push him off but he was damn heavy.

He didn't reply and kept staring at my mouth. I really wanted to slap him for putting us in this position, but for that, I needed to have my hands free.

"Smile," he said.

"Excuse me?" I asked in confusion.

"I said smile. Why aren't you smiling now?" he snapped his eyes up and stared at me with a hooded expression.

"You expect me to smile when you are forcing yourself on me? Get off of me, you are fucking heavy!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and wondered why no one heard my voice when I was yelling so loudly.

"Don't hurt your throat, Reyna. This room is soundproof," he replied monotonously. "And I will let you go once you smile."

Did he lose his mind or what? Why the hell was he so adamant on making me smile?

"I won't." I shot him a glare.

"Then stay like this for the rest of the night. You can smile at Grace, Heena, Mom and even Shaurya. Then why can't you do it now?" he complained and pinched my left cheek with his hand.

What an asshole!

"You will let me go if I do it?" I questioned, trying to judge what exactly was going on in his mind.

He nodded and reduced his weight on me a little. I glanced at him one more time to see if he was serious or not, and I was surprised to see him excited like a kid, his eyes twinkling and moving over my face.

Seeing no other option, I decided to do it. I curled up my lips, but he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Can't you even smile properly? It looks damn creepy; are you trying to scare me or what?" he scolded, and I tried to do it differently.

No matter what I did, he didn't look satisfied, and I was already feeling exhausted by being in the same position for the last half an hour.

Honestly, what the fuck were we doing?

I felt like giving up, but Yuvaan kept pulling my cheeks in different directions. I didn't even realise that he had left my wrists and was busy poking my face with his fingers, trying to get the smile he wanted.

"Aren't you done yet?" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

I thought I was the only weird one, but my husband was on a whole another level.

When he poked me in the eye, I lost my patience. I shoved him off of me with full strength and jumped out of the bed. Yuvaan stumbled down, and I went towards the door.

I turned the knob several times but the door didn't open. I kicked it in frustration and heard Yuvaan laughing like a maniac behind me.

"That knob is just for show, wifey. The lock is somewhere else," he said, and I turned towards him.

"I want to leave, open the damn door." I curled my hands into fists.

"So that you could go and complain to mom about me?" he mocked and got up from the floor.

"No, I don't think telling her would be of any use knowing that she is your mother. I was going to leave tomorrow, but I will do it now. Do whatever you want," I hissed and tried to locate where the original lock of the door was.

Yuvaan came behind me and put his right hand on the wall. He pushed me on the door and turned me towards him with his left hand.

"I didn't give you permission to leave," he said in a cold voice, his demeanour changing slowly.

"I don't need your permission," I snapped.

"What got into you, Reyna? Is my Little Kitten finally letting her claws out?" he teased as he bore his dark gaze in mine.

"Stay away from me," I warned.

"Why? I can touch you whenever I want, I married you."

"Oh yeah? Now you remember I am your wife when your Mom is here? Other times I am just a Trash, ain't I? Then why don't you go and just bring one of your whores and marry her? I am sure Shruti Aunty would love to meet them too," I taunted.

I knew I was playing with fire and any moment I could have a bullet planted in my head, but I had to let out my frustration. I wanted Yuvaan to confess himself that he was sleeping around and then I could slap him and storm out like those soap operas.

I did everything he commanded, lived like a servant, got treated like trash, but he never took anything in consideration and blamed me for what my father and mother did. And my father... I would deal with him later.

If I couldn't keep Arman with me, I would send him abroad and make sure that Yuvaan couldn't touch a single hair of my brother, and for that, I would do anything, even sell off my father's property, but I wouldn't let anyone hurt my baby brother.

"You saw her?" Yuvaan asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Who?" I asked.

"That short blonde. At the hotel," he replied.

"So what if I did? And no, I am not interested in knowing what you did after bringing her to your room," I grumbled.

"I didn't sleep with her," he confessed.

"I don't care what you did. Why are you even telling me? You never considered me your wife, so you can be a slut. Fuck around, fool others that you are such a loving husband, do whatever you want, but please, don't expect me to be an obedient wife when you yourself can't be a good husband!" I yelled.

Shut your trap, Reyna.

If I knew that I was planning on getting myself killed today, I would have called my friends and brother beforehand. This was totally not how I had expected things to turn out.

I thought that after getting insulted by me like that, Yuvaan would beat me up or better shoot me on the spot, but instead, a playful smirk crept up his lips as his eyes widened a bit. He cupped my right cheek, his thumb rolling below my lower lip.

"Are you jealous?" he questioned.

I gave him a flat look. "I am not."

"You look good when you smile, but you look better when you are pissed off." He stroked my nose with his index finger.

I swatted his hand away, but he grabbed my wrist and shoved me further into the door. If he continued pushing me, we would end up breaking the wooden surface.

And also, he was too close for comfort. Just an inch was left between our faces and though it looked like we would kiss any minute, the situation wasn't anything romantic.

"Yuvaan, I said I want to go. I am not going to sleep with you; I can't do it," I said.

"Fine with me," he replied but didn't leave me.

"Then give me some breathing space, will you?" I pushed him.

Why was he so strong? And why was I irking him?

"Would you like to play a game?" he asked out of the blue.

I instantly shook my head as the memory of that day came back. That time also he said about playing a game and almost killed me. I wondered what kind of game he had in mind this time.

"Don't be a spoilsport now, Kitten. I won't kill you." He let me go. "If you win, you can have the bed, and if you lose, you will sleep on the floor."

"I will just go to my room," I reasoned.

"Don't try to act smart. As long as mom is here, you will stay with me. And if you dare to tell her anything, you very well know what I will do," he threatened.

"Shruti aunty doesn't know anything?" I asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't," he replied and went to his cupboard.

So, his mom wasn't aware of anything? He was fooling his own mother?

"She is your Mom, why are you lying to her? As it is, currently I am the villain, so why don't you tell her that my dad scammed you into marrying me?" I interrogated.

"Don't put too much stress on your mind, Reyna. You still have a lot of stuff to bear, so stop your interrogation." He took out a big red coloured iron box from his closet and laid it down on the bed.

"Sit," he commanded.

I sat down on the bed as I tried to put things together from the start of my wedding. A lot of doubts had formed in my mind which only increased whenever I looked at Yuvaan.

"Where is the door's lock?" I asked when he was busy taking out something from the iron box.

"Not telling you," he teased.

He took out a weird board game from the box and put it in the centre of the bed. After putting the box under the bed, he sat opposite me and picked up his gun from the side table.

Not again!

"Oh, don't worry, I was just putting the safety on. Who knows if you would lose your mind when you don't win and shoot me? I have to ensure my safety," he said and kept the gun back on the table.

"I should be saying that. You are the insane one here," I mumbled as I eyed him curiously.

"How did you know that I was insane?" He smirked.

"Everyone knows that," I replied plainly.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Let's see if you can say that after you lose."

I rolled my eyes in my mind. He gave me a rule book to read, and after that, he gave me my players and set his players on his side.

"What's this game?" I asked.

"Tripazo," he answered.

"What? I never heard of it before," I said.

"Because it was never launched. I invented it," he explained, and I blinked rapidly.

Like hell he invented it. He was openly lying!

"Here is the patent," he boasted.

"Why didn't you launch it then?" I asked as I played my chance.

"I never got anyone to play with me."

"What about Shaurya and Advait?" I asked.

"They were not there when I made it 19 years ago," he replied.

19 years? Now, he was definitely lying.

I didn't comment anything and continued playing. It was better to get over with it as I was feeling tired. I wasn't worried about sleeping on the floor-I could have bed if I won.

I wouldn't tell him, but the game was pretty good and addicting too. I still didn't believe that he build it.

Also, Yuvaan seemed to be losing in his own game. I wanted to laugh at him when he kept cursing in frustration. He even blamed me for cheating, but I shut him up by saying that I would leave the game and he can play by himself.

It was surprising that he accorded instantly without any argument and even agreed to sleep on the floor on the condition that I would play till 2 am. I was looking at him all the time, wondering if he was just acting or being genuine.

Dealing with a crazy person like him wasn't that easy. He had too many mood swings, and I wasn't sure if I should drop down my guards around him while we were in the same room.

But my doubt was right. After making me play forcefully, he went to sleep on the floor, surrendering the bed to me. I tracked his every moment from the moment he won till he laid down on his temporary bed he made.

He had a luxurious couch, but he didn't sleep on it. He was smiling like an idiot throughout the game and when I told him that he should have the bed because he won, he shook his head.

He fell asleep, but I couldn't. I kept staring at the back of his head even after the clock struck 5 am. I was playing every incident in my mind from the day I first met him.

I was married to Yuvaan Raichand, one of the youngest billionaires and feared men in the world. A man who was forced to marry me because of my bastard father and had to keep an unwanted person in his house.

He was powerful and could have easily forced himself on me, then why didn't he? It wasn't like I wanted him to, but that's what I expected from a ruthless man like him.

I didn't expect him to play a game and then sleep on the floor even though he won-it was confusing me.

What if he was just playing a role because his mom was here? But his mom wasn't present in his room.

I sighed and turned my back towards him. I missed my own bed and the bench in the garden-his mattress was too soft for me. I closed my eyes and fell asleep within seconds.

I knew it was not a good choice to sleep in the same area as your enemy, but somehow I didn't feel like I was in any kind of danger. Weird, I know.

And to keep it that way, I knew what to do. I will talk to Shruti Aunty tomorrow about my divorce and put a full stop to this fake marriage for once and all. I hope she would help me.

Thank you for reading 💜