I, Kian Malhotra, the eldest son and heir to the company and the underground businesses of Malhotra Inc., 6'3 tall, handsome obviously, olive skin, gym rat, former perfect student, athlete, bpxer, ace, recently married to a beautiful girl for public. It's arranged/forced marriage.

No matter how much I tried to hate her, despise her, her sunshine character and innocent eyes pierced right through my cold facade to my icy heart. I'd always stayed away from girls. But damn it. I don't think I can anymore.

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My hair slick back, styled. I'm wearing my newly tailored Italian suit. But could it hide the sins and blood engraved on my hands and body?

Me and my wife are in Maha kumbh. With our whole family. She's so pretty, God damn it. In a white sharara and her natural wavy curls open, I could bet she looked prettier than angels. But as much as I wanted to, I couldn't compliment her. Fck my cold exterior.

My bodyguards following close. I put my hand on her waist, gosh, my poor heart, and pull her towards me. I don't want to lose my wife in this crowd. She's too innocent for this world.