✨ 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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Shravya pov
I stand at the main door of his mansion, as my husband ordered me to wait for him there, for God knows why. So, I’m here waiting outside while he’s already inside.
Scared would be an understatement; I was truly terrified by that gunshot. I trust Abhimaan Maheshwari; he won’t let it slide easily.
“Now kick this and bless my penthouse to be a home,” he said while placing the pot filled with rice on the floor. I did as he said, and an old lady performed our arti. I had done my grahpravesh at his place back in Jaipur too.
“Mrs. Maheshwari, meet my beautiful lady, Miss Aunt Lina,” Maa raised him well. This man never fails to show how one should treat a woman. Just a mere complement line can evoke a thousand feelings I never knew. Though his words are not meant for me, but for a woman, it makes me proud to be called his better half.
‘Aunt Lina, sh—’
“Mujhe pta hai, chote baba aapki Biwi hai ye or hamari Malkin,” she cut him off with her words. “She is my nanny, caretaker, and my beautiful aunt,” Abhi said while hugging her sideways. “And she is the head of the house help, so anything you need, just call me. If you can’t do that, trouble her a little,” he finished with his famous naughty smile.
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After a little conversation and chit-chat, he took me upstairs. “This is my room for now. If you want, it can be ours anytime,” he said while showing his room. “Thank you, but I am not interested for now.” I know I am bad, but I am doing it all for a reason.
“Okay, as you wish. Here is your room, my highness,” with a little bow, he said. This dramatic ass—I’ll kick him for sure one day. “Open it,” he said while taking Isabella from my hand. My room was just next to his. I opened the room only to widen my eyes at the whole scenario.
Mr. Shravya Rajput Maheshwari did everything I blabbered to him. The room in front of me is no less than the one I described to him on our wedding night. That round bed, now with a royal touch, all soft and cozy mattresses, and stuff. Walls painted in light lilac. Flower pots filled with fresh purple tulips and black roses. A perfect study table with all the stationery and other necessities.
