To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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"Move in with me?" Jayraj asked.
My pulse accelerated, and I looked up to find him studying me closely, I could see vulnerability on his face.
Do I want to? Yes, why not.
Can I move in? But Ria?
"I can't, I can not leave Ria alone." I answered while removing my heels.
"I talked with her. She is fine with this. I know she's your family and hence just like you she also has the right to come here whenever she wants to." He said as he came beside me.
"But... Umm...I don't have my things here." I replied while removing my make-up.
"Who says?" I eyed him from the mirror as he was standing behind me.
"What? Did you just move my things without permission? Do I not get a say? " I turned.
"Because I knew you are going to give silly excuses."
"God, Jayraj this is too much." I threw wet wipes in the dustbin angrily and stood in front of Jayraj, arms folded across my chest, with an annoyed look.
"Why it's too much? We are living together practically, here in the penthouse most of the time. I thought moving in with me which is moving your rest of things here wouldn't be a big deal."
"Let me change what I said, You are too much not this is too much. You can't just move my things without asking me."
He gave that this-just-the-start, picture abhi baki hain look.
"What? That expression means you must have done something else too. What did you do?"
"I... I actually...." He looked everywhere but me.
"Yes? You?"
"I might have bought some clothes and other things for you."
"Some as in?"
"Few?"
"How many precisely?"
"I don't have a precise count."
"How much money you paid to buy a few things for me?"
"Baby... How about we talk later and right now--"
"No, answer me."
"The stylist sent the bill to my PA, so I don't know."
"Where exactly these few things are situated? Sir. "
"In the wardrobe."
I went inside the walk-in wardrobe.
What the fucking fuck? I nearly choked when I saw a bunch of clothes hanging on the left side exactly my size.
"Jayraj, you --"
My attention went to the next drawer and there were heels, flats, shoes everything. New clothes, new accessories, jewelry, and lingerie neatly arranged with my old ones.
