A drunken one-night stand landed broke Ahana Malik into the arms of a handsome and wealthy businessman named Niel Sabarwal. But was he truly her knight in shining armor? Will this one-night stand lead to something beautiful or will this become just...
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The noisy Night Star bar was known as one of the least crowded bars in Boston and had few customers, especially on weekdays. However, that didn't stop Ahana Malik from going in and spending what little money she had left on vodka shots.
"Ma'am, I think you need to stop. You're clearly losing your balance, and it doesn't look like you came here with anyone who can take care of you. You should go home," said the bartender who had served her the last four shots.
Ahana looked at him, her eyes narrowed simply because her vision was blurred from all the drinking, and quipped, with a slur in her speech, "I don't need anyone to take care of me. Not anymore. I'm just dying anyway! Now, stop talking so much and pour me another shot."
"Ma'am, you're not making sense, pleas-"
A haunted look flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly, and she was back to her cheeky drunken self. "Just give me what I want, will you?"
The bartender gave up and poured her another shot. Ahana quickly downed the drink and started swaying and singing aloud with the music playing in the bar. She loved the song and was just losing herself in the music when suddenly there was a thud.
She realized she had stumbled against a table and knocked something off. She turned around to see a laptop lying on the ground.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" Ahana stumbled on her words as she tried to pick up the laptop.
Its owner was a sleek-suited man, looking at her with calm, calculating eyes that couldn't mask his irritation at the inconvenience.
"We're the only two people in this huge bar, and you decided to bump into my laptop?" he said tersely. She tried to pick the laptop up, but the room swayed the moment she decided to bend down. The man heaved an exasperated sigh, picked it up, and checked if it was still working. A glow of light from the monitor brought a smile to Ahana 's face.
"It's not broken, so you can't be mad at me. Who comes and works at a bar anyway? Why are you here?"
The man ignored her, clearly not wanting to continue conversing with her, but Ahana was too drunk to take the hint. She looked at him, noticing his strong, handsome features and bone structure. The man had a face like a Greek god, with a strong jaw and nose. "You have such nice bone structure," Ahana blurted out accidentally.
He looked up at her as if she was a problem he could do without. "What?"
"Nothing. I just came to Boston recently on a mission. But of course, I didn't have any luck and failed. But you know, I don't really have any luck left, and life hasn't been kind to me, so I thought, 'Honestly, who gives a damn anymore? Let's get a drink!' And this is the first place I found."
The man pinched the bridge of his nose, barely hanging on to his patience as he muttered, "Thanks for clarifying. If you could now just stay away from my laptop?"
