(this book is under going editing but you can still read it)
Inayat, a 25-year-old with a heart of gold, has been navigating life solo since a tragic accident took her parents and her memories. Raised in an orphanage, she stepped into the world at 1...
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INAYAT POV: -
Inayat POV:-
I'm currently in the passenger seat of Veer's G-Wagon, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. I've agreed to live with Veer, but the reality of sharing a home with a man for the rest of my life is starting to sink in. I silently pray for strength.
After an hour-long drive, we arrive at a towering skyscraper. Its top is so high it's shrouded in clouds. Veer opens my car door and I step out. "Ready?" he asks, and I nod.
He instructs the gatekeeper to bring our luggage. We head towards the elevator, which is all glass on three sides. As we step inside, Veer presses '42'. "You live on the 42nd floor?" I blurt out before I can stop myself.
"Yes, Inayat. The highest floor with the best view." His voice is smooth, calm. He leans against the mirrored wall and watches me, as if he's studying a painting. I can feel my heart racing. The doors close and the elevator begins to ascend.
looking out of the glass, I can't help but think 'this is so high' and without realizing it, I move closer to Veer. "Don't worry, you won't fall," he reassures me, holding my hand.
We step out of the elevator onto a marble floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer an unobstructed view of the city. It's breathtaking. And yet, it's also terrifying. I feel like I'm standing on the edge of the world. I'm scared of heights, and every time I look down, a wave of dizziness washes over me.
Veer must sense my fear, because he puts his arm around me, guiding me towards the living area.
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The penthouse, a canvas painted in the monochrome shades of white, black, and grey, offers a panoramic view of the city. "Chalo, let's get you inside," Veer says, his voice echoing in the vast expanse. As I step inside, to my left lies a kitchen that could easily fit a small army of chefs. To my right, a lobby that opens up to an awe-inspiring view of the cityscape and the endless sea beyond. Adjacent to the lobby, stairs spiral upwards towards what I assume are the bedrooms. A balcony, adorned with patio furniture and a swimming pool, extends from the lobby.
Veer's voice pulls me back from my reverie. "I'm hurt," he says. Confused, I ask, "Huh?" He replies with a playful smirk, "When a handsome man is standing beside you, you shouldn't be admiring the house." I can feel my cheeks warming up as I blush. "It's not that I-I was..." He interrupts me, "It's okay Inayat, I was just teasing. Let me show you to your room so you can freshen up."
