𝑅𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 (#1: Billionaire's Love)

9• 𝓤𝓷𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼

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Dated: 3rd December, 2023
Target: 60+ votes and comments

Y'all are loving Urvi and Ridhit?

So should I believe that I have a good set of people reading this story? And are interested further?

A quick book quiz;

What's one thing you'd want to change in Urvi

One character (apart from main) you want in your life <3

9 | Unknown Relationships |

Alex:

I sighed seeing this ass friend of mine, tapping his foot on the carpet of my house. I bent forward and kept my chin on the fist before saying, "I assume the carpet in your house provides the same service as mine?"

He snapped his head up. "Oh my god! Alex Volkov you're so funny." He clapped his hands and faked a laugh.

"Will you spit? Why are you here? Disturbing my evening?" I snapped.

He gritted. "Yeah right. You can take a day off for your girlfriend but cannot spare a few hours to me?"

I looked at him, pissed. "Are you my girlfriend?"

"Shut up." He cringed, lacing back on the couch.

"Ridhit!" I gritted in annoyance.

"Roles are reversed." He chuckled and I face palmed. "I asked Urvi to move in." He said in one go.

"What the fuck?" I spit, almost immediately. "You said you weren't serious?"

He sighed and rubbed his palms all over his face. "It's not. God, it's all messed up."

"Yes it is. You did it." I pointed out.

"Alex, she..she wasn't safe there." His random words made me frown.

"Who's 'she' and 'there' here?"

He blinked in annoyance. "She is my mom and there is my office." He said sarcastically. "Obviously it's Urvi and her house."

"Oh." I leaned back. "There's something else too?"

"Hmm." He hummed, fidgeting the small ring in his finger. "I needed to get away from Amrita." He added silently.

"So you're using Urvi for that?" I asked, slowly.

"That's the wrong phrase to put in." He defended.

"Did you say her the reason?" I argued.

"Yes. She agreed." I stayed mum.

I leaned forward and sighed, throwing my head down. "You are getting yourself in a deep shit." His face clearly showed that he knew that he has messed up a little. "Do you regret asking her that?"

"That's the problem. I'm not regretting it. It's like, I want it." He threw his hand back, saying so. I stared at my bestfriend in front of me and shook my head in disbelief. "When are you going to overcome this problem of being in denial?"

He looked at me, unexpectedly. He said nothing and I chose not to prompt.

"How's she?" I asked, referring to the incident he narrated me. The concern he held for her worried me for him. I just hope he doesn't hurt himself and her in the process.