What happens when a commoner girl saves billionaire 's mother life and he suspects her?
"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝!"
"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." I pleaded.
When Meera selflessly saves the life of Akshay Obe...
A stir was felt over me. I was suddenly shunned and uncomfortable by this strange guy questioning. It raised my guard. Why was this person showing such a keen interest in my presence? I quickly composed myself. Though I was stayed calm and expressionless.
As I turn away, my heart missed a beat, caught off guard by his eyes. As if I did something wrong. And in that very moment, time appeared to stop, the world that I am in was starting to fade into a strong presence. His sharp yet brilliant eye locked onto mine, and I was mesmerised by the sea of emotions washing across his face.
He looked frustrated and anger was the second passed on his face, threatening to swallow him. But he was interested in eating me whole. But why? What had I done it? It was Akshay Oberoi himself standing before me.
Driven by an adamant force, I walked toward him; he was standing in the middle of my pathway to the party. Basically in my way.
I started walking faster, and each step was wilful and counted in my head. I tilted my gaze and found myself incapable of dealing with his harsh stare and boosting aura with hot looks. A hot man wasn't something I was looking for, as they easily sway you off the feet. And I was looking forward to walking fast and ignoring his existence. The tie we shared was unmistakable—a magnetic-like pull that could surpass any description. Whenever he was close, the atmosphere crystallised, set with implicit greediness and unwanted anxiety. As If I wanted him to touch me all over the place.
Even with feeling all this between the legs, I silently slid past him, his presence staying in my mind. And as if fate plotted this bloody encounter. His footsteps resounded behind me, and my heart hammered, replacing the between-the-leg feeling with the nervousness as it echoed through the corridor.
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"Why were you talking to him? Do you know him?" His voice held a husky timbre, imparting his deep-seated ire.
Furious, I turned to face him, the surprising interruption sending ripples of frustration streaming through my veins.
These men, what do they think of themselves?
And how dare he. Of all people, he questioned my actions? My mind spun with confusion as I struggled to understand the sudden indictments thrown my way.
"What?" I shouted. The sharpness of my voice reflected the confusion I felt and the anger that had taken hold of me. From my outburst, he looked sharp at me like a thread and started closing the distance between us with purposeful steps, his movements were a solid declaration that he wouldn't let me go.
Each word that left his lips dripped with calculated slowness, greying the tension like a gloomy cloud. "I ask if you know him," he enunciated.
His evolving frustration and the status of his height felt suffocating, closing in on me from all sides. In a hopeless attempt to retrieve the authority of my being, I clutched the fabric of my dress tightly in my hand, its delicate fibres providing a short prop. His eyes dilated, catching my troublesome state in front of him. I reacted swiftly as I could feel I started to grow uneasy, then I took a decisive step backwards, freeing myself from his suffocating proximity.
