(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: -
The winter chill's setting in, and the sea breeze is nippy. I'm comfy in my tracksuit, hair down, no makeup – keeping it simple.
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Veer's leaning on the kitchen counter, lost in his phone. He's dressed in black with a brown leather jacket, looking dashing as ever.
I can't help but ogle him from where I stand, my heart skipping a beat.
My man is no less than a Greek God, I have always seen him wearing suits or casual shirt pants but this. Oh, this brown leather jacket is perfect for him. It's like it was made for him. He's leaning against the counter, phone in hand, lost in thought. The way the light hits his hair, it looks like liquid bronze, so shiny and smooth. His jawline is sharp, strong, and his lips, oh god, his lips...they're full and inviting. I wish I could just reach out and touch them.
Inayat what are you thinking!! I mentally scold myself. I should focus on my work. But then again, he's just so... distracting. And he's looking right at me. My cheeks flush with heat and I try to hide it behind my hair. I'm not usually this nervous around him. It's just... he has this way about him. This aura that draws me in, makes me want to be near him.
