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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A week has passed since we returned from Fiji, and life is like I have never imagined or lived before. It's beautiful. And he makes my life beautiful.
"Jayyy..." I yelled as I moved to office bedroom of Jay from my office. I face-palmed as I saw a man sitting opposite Jay when I entered the office. I usually call him before barging to avoid situations like this. The man looked shocked, He must be thinking why the hell a woman is coming out of Mr. Rathod's bedroom and yelling like a madwoman?
"Oh, I didn't know you had a guest, sorry I will go back." I
The man looked at me with more shock. "To my office," I added,
"Aarna, we were about to finish, come here."
What should I do? Sit on the empty opposite chair beside the man or stood beside Jay?
You would look like चंदा लेने वालि.
As I move forward Jay stood up from his chair and hugged me, Why is he tense?
I hugged him back tightly, "There are people here."
"Hmm..." After a minute he broke the hug and plant me beside him clutching my waist, "That is Mr. Bansal, my lawyer."
"Mr. Bansal, my Girlfriend, Aarna Patel. We have an adjoint office so she came from there." The man nodded in acknowledgment before forwarding his hand to shake,
"Hello, Miss. Patel, Good to see you. I am hearing a lot about you lately."
Of course!
"Mr. Bansal, I guess you are the one who keeps my boyfriend here out of trouble."
"Yes, one of them." He smiled at me.
"I will take your leave sir, I will keep you updated. Take care, Miss. Patel." He said after shaking my hand.
The moment he left the office, Jayraj engulfed me in a bone-crushing hug.
Something is wrong, for sure.
I ran my fingers through his hair.
"Are you fine?" I asked.
"Now I am. hold me for a minute." He murmured against my hair.
"Jay, I am going to hold you for the rest of my life." I leaned back a little after five minutes of hugging him, my hands still around his waist, and lift my head to look into his eyes, "I love you." and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, open-mouthed, hungrily. I kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him till I felt the tension from his body is almost evaporated.
"What happened?" I asked after filling my lungs with air. My head was on his chest, and I felt giddy inside from hearing the rapid heartbeat knowing I am the reason behind it.
