The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Love Needs a Fight

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A covenant is a covenant. The orders of a Mahen cannot be refused. As hard as Nayla refuses and dodges, Mahen will definitely find a way to subdue Nayla.

The Dag Dig Dug..

Nayla's heart was pounding. His eyes did not come out of the bathroom door. It had been almost ten minutes, Mahen was inside the bathroom. So does Nayla's current position, unchanged. He remained sitting on the edge of the king-size bed that will be used as a place of execution by a handsome man named Mahendra Wijaya.

Chequelek

Mahen came out of the bathroom with only a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from her wet hair. He looks sexy and charming with a stomach that has 6 boxes lined up. A masculine scent emanated from Mahen's body that had just finished bathing. Instantly making Nayla more goosebumps, her heart beating very fast, Nayla's mind was chaotic.

The handsome man who stepped his foot over to someone sitting on the edge of the bed, glancing at the round object attached to the wall. The clock indicates midnight, the turn of the day will arrive.

He squeezed the end of the dress he was wearing, lowering his gaze. 'Why would a handsome man like him choose me who is just a mediocre girl? While his wife is a very beautiful and up-and-coming artist, right now. Could it be that I can reach your heart, handsome man? Hope is so far away to be true. But, if you look closely, why can't this heart beat normally. Have I had an impromptu heart disease? Or should I be self-conscious, position conscious? Because I can be sure I lost a lot to a famous artist! Lose the look, lose the bondo (capital)! Love needs struggle, people say! But why am I fighting? It's written THAT YOU ARE FORBIDDEN TO FALL IN LOVE! However, I'm not willing to let you go, handsome man! I will not waste this golden opportunity. Because not all women will you choose!' suddenly, Nayla's guts pop out on the surface. He fought with his own heart.

"Don't admire me in my heart! Talk to yourself like a new madman!" mahen's lips touched Nayla's earlobe. It immediately made the fur stand up.

Nayla's reflex raised her gaze. He held his breath a little. Body freezes. His face was also flushed. 'Why would he know?'

Cup..

Mahen kissed Nayla's lips softly, instantly.

"You!" nayla's voice was shaking. Her net was perfectly rounded, startled by the kiss of the handsome man standing before her.

"I want you" said Mahen right in Nayla's arms. His heartbeat seemed to stop, Nayla felt unable to breathe.

"Should it be tonight?"

Nayla's question was answered with the handsome man's faint smile.

"I'm scared!" lirih Nayla lowered her gaze back.

Nayla started to feel something strange coming into action on her body. He shifted his position to the wrong side.

His mind was overwhelmed with fear and anxiety. With all his strength he put away all his scourging fears. He must surrender his honor. Forced or of his own volition. Sooner or later the handsome man who is her husband now, will definitely touch her. Fighting with all power is free. Because the power of that handsome man is more heard.

In one movement, their bodies are now no longer separated. Nayla who had rewinded her body to hit the head of the bed, Mahen quickly caught Nayla's body and locked it.

Mahen was still unmoved, then he stared intensely at Nayla with a faint smile that slowly appeared on his handsome face.

"Are you in the contest getting golden tickets?" it was plain Celtukan Nayla who made Mahen smile thinly and nodded.

Jemari Mahen moved stroking the smooth face of his little wife. His thumb skirted around the temple near the eye. A pair of beautiful beads made Mahen stop exploring and stare intensely into Nayla's pupils.

"That's so good for your eyes! Are your beautiful eyes descended from the woman who gave birth to you?" Mahen made a question to Nayla to eliminate the nervousness in her heart that had appeared.

Nayla answered Mahen's question with just her sweet smile.

Mahen stroked Nayla's black mane which looked a little messy. Tuck the hanging child's hair covering his forehead. Then, Mahen's hands cupped Nayla's face. Looking towards the pink-colored natural ranum lips belonging to her edited young girl. Slowly the handsome man advanced his face, feeling warm both breaths.

"I know what's on your mind right now! Between fear and wonder! It's natural for a girl like you to experience it first." said Mahen trying to give calm to the girl in front of his eyes.

Nayla took a deep breath filling the cavity in the chest, trying to clear her mood, tonight.

The man who looked at him intensely right now, was extremely handsome. She is Mahen Wijaya, her husband.

Nayla encourages herself in her heart. 'You can Nayla! Sure can! And it should be! The man had made a sacred promise before the pak penghulu, valid in religion! So it is the duty of the wife to serve and give the husband right, if she asks for it at any time! The field of reward to be gained! However, if it rejects it, that sin will be accepted!'

Nayla nodded vigorously with the look of her eyes filled with a round and strong determination. She agreed to the treaty and became his legal wife. Unexpectedly Mahen, the young girl spoke. "I'm ready! Let's get laid!" take Nayla with a glare.

Mahen gasped. He looked at Nayla full of astonishment. What does a plain girl like Nayla say, for real? Or is it just a dream!

"I won't force you! If you're not ready to do it, tonight! Because I don't want you to regret a lifetime!" Mahen fondles the head of Nayla.

"I will never regret what happened tonight in my life! I'm sure!" nayla was unhesitating and ashamed. She looked inward at her husband, asking for reassurance.

"Really!"

Nayla nodded, but a second later. "But I'm still scared. Said the Ajeng, sick!"

Mahen smiled. He tried hard to stop the pace of the gelojak in him when adjacent to his little wife. What's the matter? A ridiculous joke or just a disappointment-induced offer he got! At this time the beautiful young girl offered herself without coercion.

Mahen smiled smirk.

"It doesn't hurt! Like an ant bite!" the answer is relaxed

Nayla squinted. "At ant bite?"

Mahen nodded confidently.

"One ant doesn't hurt much! But if the ants are in a troupe how does it feel?" exciting Nayla.

Mahen budging. Can't answer it.

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