His Lost Amore

"Why do you hold such animosity towards me, dear Maan?" she questioned, hiccupping gently as she placed a hand on his chest. "I've never expressed that sentiment," he replied softly, taking her hands in his." "Tell me, my beloved Ita, how does it feel to be Mrs. Dutta now?" he inquired, wrapping his arms around her from behind and locking eyes with her reflection in the mirror. "It's the most wonderful feeling in the world, Mr. Dutta," she answered, leaning into him and planting a kiss on his cheek." "I asked you to do just one simple thing, and yet you fail!" he exclaimed, slamming his fist against the wooden desk with frustration. "I apologize, sir, if I've disappointed you," she replied, her eyes brimming with tears." "If I ever see him near you again, I swear I'll make him pay," he threatened, sliding his index finger down her forehead and neck, his voice laced with danger. "W-why?" she stammered, unsure of his reasoning." "Because you belong solely to me," he declared, his tone possessive and protective.