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Tere ishq mein junoon hai,
mera junoon bhi deewana hai

                                

                                    
                                
                                  
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
                                
                              
                              
The moment I shut my room's door behind me, I did what any girl would do after the kind of night I had—
I threw myself onto my bed and did a full roll-roll dance, kicking my legs in the air like a lovesick fool.
"Ishhhhhh" I groaned, covering my face with a pillow. 
This man has ruined me in one night.
I could still feel his touch—everywhere. 
His hands, his lips, his teasing words that made my heart race and my knees weak.
After a few minutes of recovering from my post-Ishaan meltdown, I got up and headed for a shower.
The second I stepped under the warm water, my eyes widened at the reflection in the mirror.
Love bites. Everywhere.
Deep ones, fading ones, fresh ones—this man had marked me like a wild possessive husband before even officially becoming one.
"Pati dev, you are insanee" I whispered to myself, running my fingers over one particularly bold mark on my collarbone.
A part of me wanted to scold him. 
The other part? 
Wanted more.
Once I got out of the shower.
I picked out something simple yet elegant—a white suit, embroidered lightly with silver threads. 
It was graceful, soft, and perfect for the family brunch.
As I dried my hair, I checked my reflection once again. 
The bites were still visible.
Oh God.