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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Akshay's POV of Chapter 39-Crossroads of Truth
Chapter 40: The Depths of Desire
Chapter 41: Tracing Every Line
Poised and full of anticipation, I stood at the ready, my entire being pulsating with nervous energy as I awaited her arrival.
It was not solely the act of revealing the truth to her that unsettled me, but rather the realization that her entrance into my life would inevitably entangle her within the complexity of my existence. My life was woven with threads of danger and risk.
Living in mistrust, I had learned to be cautious of those whose façade of innocence kept hidden agendas. Yet she shattered my preconceived notions effortlessly. Her modest appearance belied an invincible spirit, an inner strength that refused to bend down.
Time seemed to slow down, with each passing second feeling like an eternity. And then, amidst the silence, the door creaked open.
I turned on my head, my gaze fixated on the entrance. The very air seemed to hold its breath in high esteem, acknowledging the arrival of someone extraordinary.
There she was, standing before me, as my gaze immediately gravitated towards Meera. Her presence had always captivated me, and this time was no different.
There was an undeniable magnetic pull between us, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her, both emotionally and physically.
From the very moment our paths converged, her presence ignited a spark within me, casting a radiant glow upon the darkest corners of my soul. Her gaze, sheltered within the depths of those delicate eyes, exuded an aura of innocence that captivated my senses, drawing me further into her orbit.
Her detached stare pierced through my composure, cutting through the layers of my being.
Despite the desire to create an atmosphere of ease, it dawned on me that I must first rein in the torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.
(Time skip)
As our conversation neared its end, I expected the difficulty of the moment. However, what I didn't expect was the torment of her silence. It weighed heavily on me, leaving me uncertain and restless. Her quietude spoke louder than words, and I felt a strong urge to bridge the gap between us. The weight of guilt and the need for redemption compelled me to face the truth, looking to rebuild what was lost.
Unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, I summoned the courage to breach the silence that enveloped us.
"You don't love me?" I uttered, my voice betraying a mixture of desperation, longing, and fear.
In that moment, time seemed to hold its breath, as if the universe itself yearned for her response. My heart, seemingly suspended in time, awaited her answer anxiously, aware that even in her silence, she held the power to shatter the fragile fragments of my soul.
