𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both a breathtaking beauty and a destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers find themselves entangled in a web of tangled emotions.
The eldest, a dynamic business tycoon, hides behind a cold facad...
Dawn broke, washing away night's shadows. The sun, like a gentle lover, embraced the world. Echoes of dreams faded as golden rays peeked through my window. I blinked, shielding my eyes from their bright dance. Soon, the warmth on my face softened. I opened my eyes fully, pushing back my cozy blanket. Outside, a rare calm morning greeted me a precious sight I often overlook.
I watched him move around, looking for his things. He seemed calm but sure. When he couldn't find what he wanted, he shut the drawer hard. He didn't get irritated He opened another drawer and found his wallet.
This man was so interesting to watch. I couldn't look away as he went to the closet. He wore black pants and a white shirt that showed off his strong arms and body. He looked at me but didn't say anything.
He took out a jacket and tie from the closet. They made him look even nicer. He put on the jacket easily, but had trouble with the tie. I could see he was trying hard to get it right. His face looked tight as he worked on it. Then I looked at the clock on the wall. My eyes got big as I stared at the time.
It's effing nine already!
" Why didn't you wake me up " I let out and then he finally turned his attention towards me.
" You were sleeping," he said shrugging his shoulder.
" But you should have wake me up. Everyone is going to be late. I have to get ready for Pooja and make breakfast and make your coffee there is so much to do " I rambled keeping my hands on my forehead dramatically and he shook his head at my antics.
As I gracefully pushed the duvet aside, rising to my feet, my eyes were drawn to a tempting chocolate box resting on the bedside table. A subtle grin played on my lips.
"Again, your client gifted you chocolate?" I asked a hint of amusement in my voice. His gaze met mine briefly, swiftly averting as he nodded and i shook my head at his fruitless attempt of trying to hide the fact.
"I wonder why this client always chooses the same chocolate brand," I inquired hiding my smile.
"Maybe he has a preference, or perhaps his wife does," he murmured, a subtle smile accompanying his response.
