Claimed By His Heart, Again

“Don’t expect me to treat you like my wife just because our families decided to put a label on this arrangement.” Kiyana stared at the man who once couldn’t fall asleep without holding her. “Fine,” she replied quietly. “Then don’t expect me to behave like one either.” His eyebrow lifted. “Meaning?” She pointed toward the sofa. “You have two choices, Mr. Rathore. Sleep there… or get out of my room.” “Your room?” Her smile was painfully sweet. “Considering you don’t want the wife, I assumed you wouldn’t want the benefits that came with marrying her either.” For the first time, Riyan Rathore had absolutely nothing to say. They fell in love once