I was stunned, now looking at the familiar stranger who my heart and body knew all to well as if it was something of my own, but now when he was infront of me, in an attire, i was unknown he could look so astonishing, with expensive blazer suit, nice red tie, polished shoes and that sleek hair, i felt as if i never knew this person. It left me puzzled, taking another glance just to confirm he was who i had been thinking all along.
Without the clothes that were always stained with colors as if it was also one of his painting and that messy hair which would change its stances as per wind, just like his will. But now that carefree walk had changed into confident stride and that soft gaze had turn into cold glare.
No,
He is not my mr. artist
He is not Ansh Mishra that i knew
" I am honored to make your acquaintance, Ms. Kiyah Sharma. i am Saransh Awasthi" He introduced himself looking at me with the pair of eyes i couldn't read anymore.
'He is Saransh Awasthi, CEO of Awasthi group, my client and boss and............... now a married man.
but the question is How?'
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My Mr. Artist
RomanceYou must have heard many stories about how two people who are forced to marry become lovers of eternity and then there is a villainess who most definitely would be his ex-girlfriend, always tries to break them apart but will never be successful, rig...
