Page 148 of No Boss
“Busy?” His brow rose. “Remarkable. You appeared very available for discussions about coriander leaves.”
She bit the inside of her cheek and lowered her eyes to his kurta, trying very hard not to smile.
His hand left the wall and came to her jaw, tilting her face back up. “Look at me.”
She did.
Regretted it immediately.
He was too close, too intense. Her pulse lost rhythm.
“Every morning here,” he continued. “You will come.”
His thumb brushed along her jaw.
“That is very…”
“Yes.” Completely unbothered. “It is.”
“You cannot just…”
“You avoided me for three days.”
“I did not…”
“Meera.”
That tone did it. She giggled.
His expression did not change. “You find this funny.”
“A little.”
“Good.” His hand tightened at her waist, drawing her closer. “Enjoy it. I am not.”
His eyes darkened.
“You are mine.” He said it simply. “And I am not conducting our relationship across courtyards while a committee debates floral arrangements.”
“That is arrogant.”
“Mm.”
“I did not agree to be summoned.”
“You agreed to marry me.”
“That is not the same.”
“It is.” His eyes dropped briefly to her lips. “Do you understand me?”
She held his gaze.
“Meera…” His voice lowered as he leaned closer, breath warm near her ear. “Do you understand me?”
Her breath caught. “Hukum.”
The word slipped out, soft, unguarded.
