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...
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(Morning) My eyelids fluttered open, and I gradually became aware of my surroundings.
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The walls were adorned in a tasteful combination of white, grey, and black, giving them a modern touch. The surroundings seemed oddly recognizable, but my clouded mind struggled to process the information.
The heaviness in my head made logical thoughts a challenge. The bed beneath me beckoned with its luxurious charm.
The king-size bed was threatening to surround my petite frame entirely.
I noticed my long hair scattered across my upper body, providing a weak shield against the room's chilly temperature. The realization hit me with a jolt—I was still clothed in the same dress from last night, showing how chaotic the events had been.
"What's going on? Where am I?" I murmured to myself, the words escaping my lips due to my foggy state of mind.
Amid my unpleasant state, a deep, husky voice sliced through the silence, dispelling the fog of confusion. He appeared, his gaze intense and mysterious.
It was him—the object of my intoxicated affections.
"It's a hangover." His voice resonated with exasperation and concern. I turned my gaze towards him, his imposing figure casting a shadow against the backdrop of the room. The weight of my actions bore down on me as I processed the reality of waking up in his house, on his bed—an intimacy I had never dared to imagine.
"Damn it, girl," I muttered under my breath, realizing the implications of waking up in his presence.
My inner voice scolded me relentlessly as I mentally berated myself, grappling with the audacity of my drunken stunt.
With deliberate yet measured steps, his presence demanded attention.
He approached the bed, placing something beside me. "It's a hangover drink," he said matter-of-factly, his tone showing frustration. Without further explanation, he turned to leave.
