short tales - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Aaradhya × rohan
Aaradhya "Aaru" Sharma gazed lovingly at her husband, Rohan Khanna, as he drove her to work. They had been married for three years, and every day felt like a dream come true.
"Rohan, can we please stop at the florist on the way?" Aaru asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Which florist?" Rohan asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"The one near my office. I want to surprise my boss with a bouquet for her birthday."
Rohan's expression softened, and he smiled. "Of course, my love. I'll take you to the best florist in town."
As they stopped at the florist, Rohan accompanied Aaru inside, his eyes scanning the shop as if searching for potential threats.
"Aaru, why don't you choose the flowers while I pay?" Rohan suggested, his voice low and gentle.
Aaru nodded, selecting a beautiful bouquet of roses. As she handed it to the florist, Rohan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"I love you," Rohan whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
"I love you too," Aaru replied, feeling a flutter in her chest.
As they left the florist, Aaru couldn't help but feel grateful for Rohan's love and protection. He was always looking out for her, making sure she was safe and happy.
But as they drove to her office, Aaru noticed Rohan's eyes flicking towards her phone, which was buzzing with notifications.
"Who's texting you?" Rohan asked, his voice neutral.
Aaru hesitated, feeling a twinge of unease. "Just my colleague, asking about a project."
Rohan's eyes narrowed. "What's his name?"
Aaru sighed inwardly. Why was Rohan being so possessive? "His name is Karan."
Rohan's expression darkened. "I don't want you talking to him alone."
Aaru felt a surge of frustration. "Rohan, that's not fair. Karan is just a colleague."
But Rohan's face remained stern. "I don't trust him."
Aaru realized that Rohan's possessiveness was starting to feel suffocating. She loved him, but she needed space to breathe.
"Rohan, we need to talk about this," Aaru said, her voice firm but gentle.
Rohan's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "What's there to talk about?"
Aaru took a deep breath. "Your possessiveness. It's starting to feel overwhelming."
Rohan's face softened, and he reached out to stroke her hair. "I'm just trying to protect you, my love."
Aaru smiled, feeling a pang of guilt. Maybe she was overreacting. After all, Rohan loved her and wanted to keep her safe.
But as they pulled up to her office building, Aaru couldn't shake off the feeling that Rohan's possessiveness was just the tip of the iceberg.
Little did she know, their love was about to be tested in ways she never could have imagined.
Aaradhya "Aaru" Sharma gazed lovingly at her husband, Rohan Khanna, as he drove her to work. They had been married for three years, and every day felt like a dream come true.
"Rohan, can we please stop at the florist on the way?" Aaru asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Which florist?" Rohan asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"The one near my office. I want to surprise my boss with a bouquet for her birthday."
Rohan's expression softened, and he smiled. "Of course, my love. I'll take you to the best florist in town."
As they stopped at the florist, Rohan accompanied Aaru inside, his eyes scanning the shop as if searching for potential threats.
"Aaru, why don't you choose the flowers while I pay?" Rohan suggested, his voice low and gentle.
Aaru nodded, selecting a beautiful bouquet of roses. As she handed it to the florist, Rohan wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
"I love you," Rohan whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
"I love you too," Aaru replied, feeling a flutter in her chest.
As they left the florist, Aaru couldn't help but feel grateful for Rohan's love and protection. He was always looking out for her, making sure she was safe and happy.
But as they drove to her office, Aaru noticed Rohan's eyes flicking towards her phone, which was buzzing with notifications.
"Who's texting you?" Rohan asked, his voice neutral.
Aaru hesitated, feeling a twinge of unease. "Just my colleague, asking about a project."
Rohan's eyes narrowed. "What's his name?"
Aaru sighed inwardly. Why was Rohan being so possessive? "His name is Karan."
Rohan's expression darkened. "I don't want you talking to him alone."
Aaru felt a surge of frustration. "Rohan, that's not fair. Karan is just a colleague."
But Rohan's face remained stern. "I don't trust him."
Aaru realized that Rohan's possessiveness was starting to feel suffocating. She loved him, but she needed space to breathe.
"Rohan, we need to talk about this," Aaru said, her voice firm but gentle.
Rohan's eyes locked onto hers, his expression unreadable. "What's there to talk about?"
Aaru took a deep breath. "Your possessiveness. It's starting to feel overwhelming."
Rohan's face softened, and he reached out to stroke her hair. "I'm just trying to protect you, my love."
Aaru smiled, feeling a pang of guilt. Maybe she was overreacting. After all, Rohan loved her and wanted to keep her safe.
But as they pulled up to her office building, Aaru couldn't shake off the feeling that Rohan's possessiveness was just the tip of the iceberg.
Little did she know, their love was about to be tested in ways she never could have imagined.
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