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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...
When Veer mentioned that he was taking me to a business party, I was initially unsure. But the moment he added that it was organized by one of his Korean clients, I couldn't resist. I found myself wishing Neha and Aisha were here too; they would have been over the moon.
I decided to wear my wine-colored gown, a piece I had bought with my first salary. It was a special dress for what I anticipated to be a special night. I let my hair down, allowing it to cascade freely over my shoulders. A glance in the mirror confirmed that I looked good. I opted for minimal makeup, just a touch of lip gloss and eyeliner. Simple, yet elegant. I was ready for the evening.
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As I enter the room, Veer is engrossed in his laptop. But as soon as he sees me, he stops and just stares. He sets his laptop aside and walks towards me, taking his time. He stands in front of me, and I can't help but look down, the intensity of his gaze too much to bear.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Are you made out of grapes?" I look at him in confusion, but before I can respond, he continues, "Because you are fine as wine." He then pecks my lips, and I playfully hit his chest. "Veer, shut up," I say, checking my reflection in the mirror one last time as he chuckles.
"I'll get ready. Wait for me downstairs," he says, and I nod in agreement. But just as he's about to enter the closet, I quickly kiss his cheek and dash out of the room, his calls echoing behind me.
"Inayat, slow down. You'll hurt your leg. And where's your cane?" Mahir Bhai admonishes, his eyes narrowing. I flash him a triumphant grin. "Mahir Bhai, Veer got me a leg support. See?" I lift my leg slightly, showing off the contraption. His eyebrows shoot up. "Wow, but still, don't strain your leg too much," he advises, and I nod, appreciating his protective concern.
"Are you going somewhere, bache?" Dadu's eyes twinkle, and I feel like I'm confessing a secret. "Yes, Dadu. Veer is taking me to one of his business parties tonight," I reveal, my cheeks warming. Dadu chuckles. "Ah, the young ones and their parties. Enjoy, my dear."
"When are Vikrant and Meera coming back?" Dadu asks. "I don't know, Dadu," I reply, shrugging. I glance at Mahir Bhai. "Where's Niya?" I ask. "She's staying at her friend's house today. And also, your butterscotch is in the fridge," he informs me. "Really? Thank you so much! I'll eat it after we come back," I say, grinning at him.
"Inayat, let's go," Veer's voice sends a delightful shiver down my spine. I turn to find him striding toward me, the dim light casting a halo around his perfectly tailored suit. He's the epitome of dashing, and my heart stumbles over itself. "Yeah, yes, let's go," I manage to stammer, my cheeks betraying my nervousness.
