Ice_Witch

She is the Ice Queen and he is her archenemy. Two industry rivals with a lifetime vengeance gets married !?! Crazzzyyy! 


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Synopsis
"If you ever let anyone touch you... I'll pluck your eyes and eat it for dessert", she murmured in his ears.
"Mmmm….", his mind was completely out of the world. 
She gently stroked his lips with hers, but made sure not to kiss him. He was itching to drag her lips into his.
She drove him crazy, but he couldn't do anything about it. 
"As for the incident with her....", she ignored his parted lips and continued the slow torture.
"I'm going to tease you until you break...", the goosebumps now reached his head.
"That's…. Your…. Punishment", she uttered each word so carefully, in between every small peck.
He clenched his hands, feeling helpless. He wanted to beg right away, but pride ate him away.
She slowly let her fingers slip through his hair.
While he was enjoying it, she suddenly fisted a handful and nibbled playfully.
"Oh, god! You're killing me...…", his voice was a low groan which made her nerves jump up in joy.
"What should I do?", she softly whispered, continuing the sweet anguish.
"Kiss me!", it was almost inaudible, "Please…..", he said.

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The Wedding Contract

<p>Riya was waiting in Sam's café for about 20 minutes, but her friend was nowhere to be seen. She sighed in impatience and sipped the cold coffee for the hundredth time from the mug. Being the owner of this place, Sam should be punctual and dedicated, but she was everything opposite to that. Riya looked at the last text she sent Dhruv and wondered why he never replied. Except the status as "Seen", nothing else. She stopped worrying and dropped the useless device back in her handbag. No use looking at the same text a million times.  </p>

<p>She was getting edgy by the minute and when she was about to leave, Sam entered her café flamboyantly. She was in a designer white saree which definitely must have costed her a fortune and a matching white embroidered purse. She walked towards Riya's table swiftly and took the seat facing her.  </p>

The Plan