Too old.
Too tall.
Too rich.
Too out of my league.
That's Aryan Arora, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine.
Getting married was neve...
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"How is it possible for someone to look so cute while sleeping?" I mumbled to myself.
My Husband, aka my Roommate, was sleeping soundly with his body crammed into the seat of his private jet on which we were currently traveling. He was covered in a plush blanket, with only his face visible, looking all too handsome even when tired.
Momo lying on his chest, deep in slumber was what made the visual even cuter.
Ughh.
The initial weeks of December passed like a breeze, with Aryan being away from home for his business trips and me being busy with the social media campaign for his company. In the blink of eye, it was Christmas week and we were heading to our hometown, Sonagarh for Aryan's cousin's wedding.
It was a small town in the out-areas of the city of Udaipur. Both of us had grown up there and the bond of people in our little home-town was strong. It was a tight-knit community, unlike the city of Mumbai where I didn't even know my neighbors. In Sonagarh, these bonds were not just connections; they were life, where neighbors become friends, and friends become family. I loved it there.
But it was also like a giant gossip mafia. The gossip spread faster than fire there. This meant everybody knew about everybody's business, and nobody was a stranger.
Just small-town things, I guess.
Aryan's mom and dad had moved away from the town when he was little but his immediate family and my whole family still stayed there.
Just as I was admiring that chiseled jaw and imagining running my fingers through those soft curls, I saw him stirring in his place. Immediately averting my gaze, from him to the book in front of me, I pretended to focus on the text in front of my eyes, bringing the book closer to my face.
Discreetly, when I peeked at him, from behind my book, I saw a smirk covering that stupid handsome face when he opened one eye and his smirk broadened, catching me looking at him.
I instantly glanced away.
"Did I just hear someone calling me cute?" He chirped in a loud sing-song voice.
Busted!
"Ugh guys, stop being so sickly in love. I need to sleep. Stop making me feel so single. Go, take your romance somewhere else."
That was Mini, who was accompanying us on the trip because if the workaholic inside the Aryan didn't work for even a day, he wouldn't be able to survive.
"Did you postpone the next week's Delhi meeting with Mr. Khanna?" Aryan said in a hot-stoic voice, giving her a bossy side-eye.
Mini woke up with a jolt, scrambling around to find her laptop. "Oh, crap! I forgot! Let me just send his assistant an email right now."
