Aadhira’s POV:

“Munchkin,” I called him, and he just smiled at me and went back to his laptop.

I started to massage his head, thinking he was stressed about work, but from what he said to me, I knew he was possessive.

“Demon, don’t smile at him. I feel like killing him.” I didn’t know what to reply to this, but I knew he wasn’t trying to control me; he just felt insecure.

I smiled as I knew what to do about this. I might probably don't know why ...