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Last Updated : 2025-03-21
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Synopsis
Eastern
First-Person POV
Playboy
Possessive
Love after Marriage
Love at First Sight
Weak to Strong
"You Can’t Hate Love" In high school, Arjun stole Preetah's heart. Nights spent writing love letters she never had the courage to show him—were the closest she came to confessing her feelings. Arjun, raised by a strict father who drilled into him the importance of school over everything else, never saw her. To him, classmates were distractions, and Preetah was just another face in the crowd. Years later, Arjun has transformed into a dominant, self-absorbed alpha male—a wealthy, powerful figure whose only focus is his business, relationships—especially with women—are nothing more than a game to him. His father, convinced that marriage will tame his son, arranges a marriage for him with the girl who topped second after him in their high school rankings: Preetah. ★Updates: every Friday at 12am UTC+2
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Trophy Wife 24– Hi or bye
Preetah Arjun said bye this morning. He told me that we were invited to a show called Trevor's Ark and I had to be ready by 6pm. He said that he would come home, shower and then we would leave. He also told me that I have homework: to stream as many episodes of it as I could to know how it worked and how people behaved there. For that, he showed me how the TV in the room worked. He then left after I gave him his coffee and then I stayed in bed the whole morning, with no motivation to start my day. I only had one thing on my mind. Later I left the room and went back to the laundry basket. I took the white shirt and examined it for more red lipstick marks but there were just the ones on the collar. After looking at it for so long, as if it would answer my questions, I smelt it. It smelt purely of one of Arjun's many expensive colognes. Am I going crazy? Was I over-analyzing this situation? I hated this feeling of fighting myself internally, one part of me saying it could be anyt
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Trophy Wife 23– xo
Arjun I got off the bed and pulled on my shorts. Preetah was still in the bathroom and had left the door ajar. When I opened the door, she was standing in the bathroom, holding one of my shirts. She looked so sexy standing there barefoot in my t-shirt, with her hair falling over her shoulders. At least she was beautiful. I lifted the toilet seat and began urinating. “What are you doing?” I asked, without really looking back at her. “Nothing.” She responded and then left the bathroom. When I came back from the bathroom, I switched off the lights and snuck under the covers, wishing I could pull her body towards mine, but I didn't want her to think I was needy for affection, so I didn't. After treating her like I didn't like her all week, well I thought I didn't like her, I found myself almost telling her what happened to my mom. I had never even thought about speaking about it before, but I almost did with her. Not that Dean or dad was right, but I couldn't deny the fact th
Last Updated : 2025-03-20Trophy Wife 22– Dirty laundry
DeanIt was Steve. His eyes widened just for about 2 seconds before he wiped all the expression from his face. “Uhm... Madam Preetah said that she would leave a plate of food for me in the microwave.” He said nervously, avoiding both our eyes. “Oh.” Both Artha and I said simultaneously and surprisingly almost bumped into each other, trying to go for the microwave.“You can go...” I told her, moving away to let her pass.She took the plate out of the microwave and passed it to Steve. He thanked us awkwardly and then left quickly.Artha and I exchanged looks. I shook my head.“I think this is a sign.” She told me.“What sign?” I frowned. “Don't be sentimental. There is no sign. We are not telling Arjun anything.”She began filling the takeaway with more food from the pot. “It's only a matter of time before Preetah tells Arjun.”
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Trophy Wife 21– Intricate
Preetah Arjun came home around 2pm with Dean, I was writing when I heard him and Dean's voice coming from the living room. They were loud and speaking over each other. I frowned, abandoning my book and running out of the room, my heart racing. I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down, only to see them laughing and then Arjun playfully shoving Dean. Was this really Arjun? Smiling, talking, and having fun like this? I saw Artha come out from her room, tuck her hair behind her ears and approach them both. “Afternoon guys.” She greeted them as they took a seat. She sat on the one end of the same couch as Dean. “Afternoon.” They responded. “So you decided to come visit today?” Artha asked Dean. “This is my house.” Dean answered jovially. “I gave Arjun a one-week break because he had just gotten married. Didn't want to take all the attention from Preetah.” “This guy...” Arjun said and then laughed. “I'm gonna go make me some coffee, this guy doesn't even have coffee in
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Trophy Wife 20– Gold digger
Arjun“Okay, Angelique, I must leave now. I'm too drunk.” I got up from the table. She got up and placed her hands around my neck. “My name is Kaylene.” She then kissed me. “Okay, that's it.” I said, breaking the kiss. “I need my bed. If I don't leave now, I'll pass out here. And that's not a good image for me.” “Sure, let's go then.” We walked out of the club, and she helped me not fall over all the way to my car. “Thank you for a lit night, Angelique.” I said as I fumbled for my car keys. “You're not gonna drive, are you?” She asked. “Call an Uber, I don't wanna die. I am only 35.” “No, no, honey. You're not gonna die, I am not taking you with—” “Why not?” Her face fell. I unlocked my car and was about to enter but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Don't be boring, let's go finish off our night, baby.” She pulled me towards her by my shirt and kissed my neck. “Don't you... want... me?” She asked between kisses. “Come on, baby.” “Tempting but...” I pushed her away
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Trophy Wife 19– Friday
Preetah Did I get used to spending my days completely alone in a two-story house? No. Every day was the same and really boring. Eating takeaway food and not doing anything except make our bed. I even gained some weight. My joys came when Arjun would come home, be it at 4.30pm, which was rare, 5pm or 6pm. But even when he came home, the only time he showed interest in me was if he wanted sex. When I would ask him about his day, he would give one-word answers or not answer at all. Maybe he was just not talkative, and I couldn't force him to be. About my father? Babuji always gave me vague answers about how far Arjun was with the process of getting him here. I was afraid to ask Arjun directly because of how he had responded the other day.Ding-dong! That must be the guy that will fix the aircon that Arjun told me would be coming. I looked in the camera and saw the back of the head of a man wearing a green cap. I wondered if he was the one. I took the chance and buzzed him in. I watc
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Trophy Wife 18– Saved by the bell
Arjun Artha looked like she was hiding something, and Dean looked like he knew what it was. Dean smiled nervously as the elevator doors began opening. “Well, we're all gonna need a seat for this one—” “Oh, there he is!” A man in a grey suit exalted, upon seeing us. I immediately recognized him. “Trevor Noah!” I reflected his excitement. “Bosses don't need to come early, right?” He chuckled as we shook hands. I shook my head, laughing too. “I don't believe in that. I just had a little emergency at home this morning.” I gestured to my office. “Please and welcome.” “Emergency or your wife kept you busy this morning?” He said and then laughed. I shared in the laugh although I found it a bit creepy that he managed to guess it. “I can see your face saying, 'wait, how did he know, but let me laugh so he doesn't think it’s true'.” He laughed as I closed the door behind him. “Am I right?” “Well...” I kept my grin as I went around my table. “Please have a seat.” “I am a presenter, I c
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Trophy Wife 17– Red Tie
Preetah I don't know whether it was him standing so close to me, his voice so soft and provocative or his hand lifting my chin to look at him – but I was dying! “Say you want it.” I was so nervous but I build up a little courage. “I want it.” “And what exactly do you want?” He moved his hand back to my neck, which made my womanhood tingle with excitement. “Hmm?” “You...” I responded. His lips curled upward, as if satisfied with my answer. He then began kissing me again. He placed my hands around his neck and reached for my bum. He pinned me against the door as his kisses became more passionate and his breathing got heavier. He then lifted me off the floor and took me to the bed. He sat at the edge of the and I stood in front of him, he pulled down my pants and kissed my thighs in the process. I just had my top now. He stood up and kissed my neck as he pulled down his pants. He ran his fingers over my vagina, a couple of times. “Hmm...” He moaned. “You're so wet.” He sat on
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Trophy Wife 16– In the shadows of his heart
PreetahAfter lunch, which was pizza and cold drinks, both Artha and Babaji went back to their rooms and left me alone in the living room. It was boring without a phone or anyone to talk to. I didn't know how to turn the large flat screen on, it didn't seem to have a remote.After sitting on the couch for too long, I took a walk in the garden, just to have something to do. The house was already spotless, there was nothing to clean. I spent some time outside and then came back to the couch after I had looked at all the different kind of flowers Arjun had in his front yard.I actually missed my class. I am sure they were missing me too. If I was still back there, I would have been giving them back their maths assignments that I had marked and then do revision. It was always beautiful seeing their eyes light up after I explained something.“The kids seem to really like you, not that I care but, the maths pass rates this term for all the classes you teach sky rocketed compared to the term
Last Updated : 2025-02-26
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1– The new boy
February, 2016Preetah “Finally,” Roshni leaned forward in her desk and nudged me on my shoulder. “Finally, someone cuter than Manu. Let's hope he at least has half a brain.” When I took too long to respond to her, she nudged me again, this time harder. “Did you hear me?” “Ow!” I complained looking back at her. “Preetah, did you hear me?” She asked me again. I didn't respond, I turned to the front and continued staring at this new boy. No, he wasn't just cuter than Manu, he had the most beautiful face I've ever seen in any other guy before. He was tall and had pink lips, like a female. His hair fell over his forehead and almost touched his eyes. As this new guy stood looking down at our dusty classroom floor that Mr Kapoor tried forcing us to take turns sweeping after schools, I felt awestruck. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He was gorgeous. “Can you introduce yourself to the class please?” Mr Kapoor told the new boy quickly. Mr Kapoor looked like he didn't have time for...
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