“What’s your name?” He asked her in a straight, cold tone.  

Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face.  

“Ask her for her name”, he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger.    

“Wh…What is…is your name, Miss?” the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear.   

“Ak...Akshita” she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears.  Fortunately, she was successful.  

What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name four months after their marriage, in front of all those people who know about their relationship?

“Full Name.” He commands.  

“Akshita Raghuvanshi”, she replies again. The girl’s eyes widened in realisation.   

“I said FULL. NAME.” He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words.

“Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi”, she replied again, this time looking down.  

The name itself gives her shivers.  

“Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi", He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita.  

She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expression.  

Her full name from his mouth, created a dominant aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. 

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