WRONG MARRIAGE

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Zalfa's heart rippled to Arkhan's confession that he was Arkhan's source of self-defeating. Somehow he was so happy to be the only reason for Arkhan's weakness? But clearly, that confession made him feel the most important in Arkhan's eyes. And confession is like gold that fills his heart. Does that mean that Arkhan has now occupied the throne of the kingdom in his heart?

Zalfa slammed into Arkhan's chest. He put his arms around the man's body. Arkhan who got an impromptu hug was shocked and froze on the spot, puzzled.

“Arkhan, I love you.” Zalfa closed his eyes as he said it. He buried his cheek into Arkhan's chest. And he suddenly felt a powerful bang from the thump on his chest that was stuck to his cheek. Zalfa also felt the stiffening veins in his arms slowly return to normal.

Zalfa rewinded his body to give some distance then raised his face, he looked at the face of the man taller than him with a red cheek.

Arkhan returned Zalfa's gaze flat. Then the man's hand was raised and touched the back of Zalfa's head.

“What did you say? I want to hear it one more time,” Arkhan said with an intense gaze.

“I... I love you,” reset Zalfa.

“I'm not a nice guy, and you love me?” Arkhan's voice whispered.

“I am also not a good human being, we both learn to be good.”

“You won't be able to say it if you know the real me.” Arkhan pulled Zalfa's head along with his advancing head, then landed his lips on the woman's nose.

“I won't demand honesty from you, you're the one who should be honest with me without asking. Whoever you are, I'm still your wife. This is reality and we can't deny it anymore.”

Arkhan's eyes deepened. He took a step forward until the distance between them eroded away. One arm of Arkhan coiled tightly on Zalfa's back to make their position maximum. The other hand held the veil and pulled it away from Zalfa's head. I see black hair shining.

“I do not guarantee you will repeat the same sentence after you know all about me,” whispered Arkhan while rubbing Zalfa's hair that is still in a tied position.

“I told you already, you will definitely say by yourself, without me demanding it.”

“Maybe your easy-emotional nature, maybe even the dishonesty you said you still hid, and I don't know.”

“I can't be real mad at you. You make me like a rock when you challenge my anger. And I was helpless after.” Arkhan continues his action until Zalfa's robe has been laid on the floor.

“You're my husband, Arkhan. I'm entitled to master your emotions.” Zalfa flinched as she unconsciously lay on the bed. I don't know when Arkhan guided his body until now he was on the soft mattress. Both of his palms then restrained Arkhan's chest as the man above him was about to advance.

“What?” whisky arkhan.

“Tell me one thing, how do you feel about me now?” Zalfa stared fixedly at the black eyeball before him.

Arkhan fell silent, his expression hard to guess. Look at his eyes glow. “In normal circumstances, I wouldn't want to touch a woman without love.”

Nyes!

For some reason, hearing Arkhan's words, Zalfa's heart felt cold as if it was doused in ice water. The red hue of his face proved that Arkhan's speech had a great influence on him.

“Don't ask me that again, Zalfa! I can't prove it.” Arkhan took off his shirt button and threw it in any direction. “Close your eyes, this will feel good.”

As remoted, Zalfa obeyed Arkhan's words, his eyes closed and he felt the beautiful sensation created by Arkhan.

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