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.

You are a... criminal.... one

body stiffened, I caged her within my arms as

world, I am the Devil. But for you, I

as the very next moment she pushed me back. I moved back a bit. She was trying to pacify herself. She put her palm on her forehead and

those fury streaks. It had always fascinated me how the rose hue would appear on her skin firstly showing her flustered state and then, the blush

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

our men clicked their guns and pointed them at the girl I madly desired, ready to shoot her. This intimidated

blank sheet

head.

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

in 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 the least, you are desperately saving money in another bank account under your

dumbstruck. Horror painting her face. Well, for me digging information about her finance

just mentioned?" I spoke in a delicate, velvety manner, giving stress on every word spoken and silently telling her to ponder

if she would collapse any momemt, a lone tear escaped her eye and she swiftly turned

down, as her chest took in and released shaky

a while, she rubbed her cheek and brushed off the tears which had escaped her eyes and she turned around slowly.

gulped down