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A Romantic Military Fictional Story.

An Arranged Marriage Love Story between millitary colonel and his surgeon wife.

Jiya looked at the display, her eyes dancing over the elegant, gold-leafed tarts and the delicate mille-feuille. The sheer variety made her head spin with a sweet, playful indecision. She looked at the pastries, then tilted her head back to look at the man towering over her.

"Colonel Sahab," she whispers softly.

It was the first time she had used his title like that not with the distance of a subordinate, but with the playful, intimate reverence of a wife who knew exactly who he was. Vishal’s breath hitched. He looked down at her, his obsidian eyes darkening, caught completely off-guard by the weight of those two words from her lips.

"Which one do you like?" she asks softly, her eyes searching his for a sign of his own hidden cravings.

Vishal didn't even glance at the sugar-coated treasures. He kept his gaze locked on her, his arm tightening around her shoulder.

"If it makes you happy, Jiya," he says, his voice dropping to a private, husky register, "then I like all of them."

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"Is it worth the sore throat?" Meera jumped, nearly dropping the container. She turned around to see Aarav leaning against the kitchen island, his arms crossed over his bare chest, his silk pajama pants low on his hips. He looked incredibly smug, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "I... I was just checking if the freezer was working," she stammered, holding the spoon behind her back. Aarav walked toward her, the moonlight hitting the sharp planes of his face. He took the spoon from her hand, licked the chocolate off it, and then put the lid back on the gelato. "Back to bed, Meera," he said, picking her up effortlessly despite her six-month bump. "If you wake up with a cough tomorrow, I’m calling your doctor and telling him exactly who the thief was." "You're a mean husband," she grumbled, burying her face in his neck as he carried her back to their suite. "And you're a terrible liar," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. "But you're my favorite one."

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She reached up, her small, delicate palms cupping his hard-shaved jaw. Her skin was cool from the morning air, while he was burning hot from exercise. The contrast was electric. She felt the slight sandpaper grit of his skin against her soft palms. Vikrant froze. His breath hitched in his throat. He felt like a wild predator being tamed by a single touch. Kajal stood on her tiptoes, leaning in until her face was inches from his. She didn't go for his lips. Instead, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss right in the center of his forehead. It wasn't a kiss of passion; it was a kiss of devotion. A blessing. Her lips stayed there for a long second, her eyes closing as she poured all her silent words into that single touch. *I see you. I thank you. I am yours.* When she pulled back, she didn't let go of his face immediately. She looked at him, a soft, heartbreakingly beautiful smile touching her lips. She stepped back just an inch and raised her hands, signing with a fluid, shaky elegance: “Good morning, my General.” Vikrant’s throat worked as he swallowed hard. He reached out, his large, sweat-slicked hand catching her waist, pulling her flush against his heated body. He didn't care about the sweat or the dirt. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his voice a low, broken rumble. "It is now, Kajal," he whispered against her skin. "It is now."

Bound to the Colonel

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