✨ Abhimaan Maheshwari ( ML)
A Delhi based ,28 year old businesses man . Luxury Chain of hotels and restaurant , owner of many automobile companies and many more Who is also the mafia boss of the underworld . Handsome , tall , most eligible bache...
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Abhimaan pov
My Tigress made a very tasty custard. I found myself moaning about the taste; it was delicious, but its flavour was enhanced when my Tigress cooked it. Since she has an important meeting to seal the deal with Surya Ltd., I am driving her to the office and will join my Tigress in celebrating her very first success, witnessing her beautiful smile.
This smile is rare, appearing only once in a blue moon when she achieves something she desires. My girl isn’t a normal one; give her the entire diamond industry, and she won’t be happy, not giving that beautiful smile. She is so hardworking; she doesn’t take, she earns. She adores the things she earns herself. I witnessed this side of her when I agreed to take the next step for this deal.
All the while, I was arranging and observing her back, checking out Suryas and everything related. She doesn’t like me interrupting in her work, and I can’t let her get a single scratch, as her enemies are waiting for a chance to hurt her.
I would give her the whole world; she can achieve and name every single thing she wants, and I would be honoured to be known as her man, her husband. I am not a man who sabotages their woman, not letting them live their dreams, never.
Even my mom worked as she desired; my father never interrupted in her matters but always stood behind her to love her, support her, and take care of her. I am sure I am following in his footsteps.
She fidgets with her fingers, licking her lips from time to time; she’s nervous. It’s common as this is her first deal. I’ve helped her throughout whenever she emailed me, and I’m happy she never hesitates or is ashamed of asking for help. I’m overjoyed that she asked me.
“Calm down, Tigress, it’s just a deal, and I’m here with you,” I assure her, keeping my eyes on the road and glancing at her from time to time. “Breathe, Mrs. Maheshwari.”
She doesn’t utter a word and takes a deep inhale and exhale. “Mr. Maheshwari, can you stop the car on the bridge?” After nearly 15 minutes of silence, my Tigress says something in a mere whisper.
