MYRA'S POV-
I came back home and saw Reyansh cooking. Well, this is his work. Even though he told me several times to cook, in the end, it's him who does this all.
"What are you cooking??" I asked while taking an apple from the fruit basket. He smiled at me and said "nothing. Anyways, come here once. I want to talk to you."
All of a sudden his smile turned into a smirk. I shrugged and said "Nah!! I have work. I am going." I said and was about to enter my room but a hand-pulled me.
AUTHOR'S POV-
Reyansh pulled Myra towards him and caged her between him and the wall. She gulped feeling hot all of a sudden.
"R..Reyansh, leave me." She said gulping. They were too close and their noses were almost touching.
He tucked the strand of her hair and said "Never ignore me, love."
The word 'love' made her blush. She looked at him and stuttered, "Re... Reyansh, why a..are you calling me Love??" He smirked devilishly and said, "Why does a husband call his wife love??"