Hot Men Society Series: Desire of Mr. Fuck Boy

DHANUSH'S POV

One of the lawyers spoke from behind.

"We have made the papers of the marriage Mr. Mahasena. Only two signatures are required of you two and the deal is sealed with that." He informed.

All this time, I had my eyes fixed on Jennifer. I was studying each and every movement of hers. On hearing 'Mr. Mahasena' she took in a sharp breath, absolutely baffled by the revelation which had recently dawned her.

She crunched her brows in a deep frown. Her eyes narrowed while she tried to digest the fact. She opened her mouth to say something but not came out.

"You.... You are.. Dha.. Dhanush! Dhanush Mahasena!"

There you go... Bingo! Yeah that's me. My mind chimed.

She asked badly shaken by the fact. It seemed as of she wss voicing out that fact to make her brain accept it with more ease.

I gave her a cruel smirk, as if conveying that she was absolutely defenseless in front of me. And, she was bound to lose herself to me, no matter what!

But the words which followed, surprisingly pained a little.

don't deserve you! You are a...

within my arms as I slamed my hands on the wall. She flinched,

the Devil. But for

have done nothing to convince her, as the very next moment she pushed me back. I moved back a bit. She was trying to pacify herself.

once she had gathered enough strength, her eyes again had developed those fury streaks. It had always fascinated me how the rose hue would appear on her skin firstly showing her

up giving me a challenging look and spat," I am not one of your slaves like them

To this, all our men clicked their guns and

with expression like a blank sheet while Shiv muttered something under his breath and

my head. This was

convince her to give up, even if it meant applying force or manipulation or to

the western side of Bandra where you had booked a house on the second floor of the 5-storeyed flat in 2016, and whose down-payment is still left. You got your docter-liscence almost cancelled a year back when you tried to move out of your present house. And last but not

me digging information about her finance hadn't been a bid deal, but for her it wss surely

I spoke in a delicate, velvety manner, giving stress on every word spoken and silently telling

escaped her eye and she swiftly turned around, not willing to show anyone her

chest took in and

and she turned around slowly. She had been fiddling with

gulped down and