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They were fated apart, but she forced destiny to let her meet him again, but this time they were just strangers...
" You won't need a driver's license to ride me, " Simran chuckled drawing circles over his husband's firm bicep...
It's been five yearssince he smiled genuinely and everything was nonetheless the same about him. His office was quiet and his employees were working as quickly as they could deeply knowing their boss was a cold monster who wouldn't listen to any of their excuses and would just fire them on the spot.
The atmosphere inside his cabin was not good either as the whole room was now painted black even the glass wall that was facing the sun so the sun rays just came in shades of night similar to his black heart which held no compassion inside it for anyone anymore.
"Sir, the meeting is in five minutes," His secretary informed him.
His boss nodded at him grimly and left his chair to join the meeting. His veiny hands fixed his tie and honed his suit before walking out of his office.
After the meeting, he strolled to the rooftop to behold the sight of sunset so it might ease him. He watched the sun slowly letting the night embrace the sky instantly reminding him of her who was sunshine to his darkness.
Emotions. These fucked up emotions are the only thing that he is hating about himself right now. For him they give hope, they give him a way to lead a life, and in the end, they leave you like an empty shell just like he's right now.
And, Zander Walsh has been entirely abandoned by them right now. His heart had stopped feeling emotions, his life had lost hope, and his heart was blank until she walked into his life only to leave him again to be more devoid.
He sighed and went directly to the party which was held by his middle brother on the occasion of his children's birthday. The kids were excitedly waiting for their favorite uncle and were stubborn to only cut the cake in his presence.
Several guests turned to admire him as his remarkable charismatic personality truly stood out there but he just dismissed them. He went to his niece and nephew who were excitedly jumping in excitement after seeing their uncle coming for them.
"Uncle Big came, Xarna," Xavion told his twin sister with a big smile on his cute face.
"Uncle, I thought you weren't coming" Xarna made a pout causing his heart to melt a little.
In response, he just kneeled and hugged them both even with his steely heart he could feel these true emotions for them.
"Your uncle would never miss your birthday, my munchkins, " He softly murmured against them.
He kissed their foreheads and headed toward the decorated table which was keeping the three steps of different flavors mixed cake representing both of the twins, one step was blue, one was pink and the third one was a fusion.
Everyone clapped when the twins cut the cake except Zander as he was standing there idly with his scalding oceanic eyes pausing at the picture-perfect family his brother had but he knew in the end, it was all a sweet facade that would leave a huge rift in his heart because this family isn't his and he will forever remain empty just like now.
Without wasting any more breath, he turned and stormed towards the exit unable to contain his bitterness anymore as his insides felt truly irritated to be here with these people who are named as his family.
"Zander, please stay for them" Aarna's pleading voice reached his ear but wasn't worthy enough to convince him.
His fists were trembling when he reached the garden of the hotel that his brother owned, his entire body quivering from the emotions he just felt for the kids. He doesn't know why these kids are the ones to bring out something in him when in these five years nothing was able to even reach past him.
His extensive shoes scurried over the tiny grass of the garden and started continuously moving being more at ease. He felt more breathable than being locked with those facades in the name of his family.
"Hey, Mr. Huge!"
Zander halted upon hearing an innocent shout and in response, he only clenched his jaw before resuming walking.
"Oh damn, aap to sach mein bhut sundar ho bilkul meri mamma ki tarah".
{ You are indeed extremely beautiful just like my mom }
The voice recounted before he heard the sound of her tiny hurried feet moving in front of him, blocking his path with her tiny figure. He glimpsed a little cute girl who was barely reaching to his knee, a four-year-old girl perhaps.
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She was wearing a baby pink top with a short skirt, and had a black shade settled on her head instead of eyes as with her oceanic gaze she was sharply watching him. Her hair was tied in two ponytails.
"Excuse me?"
Zander's eyes just dangerously narrowed, taking in her tiny figure, and snorted angrily.
"I said, you are beautiful Mister. Are you deaf?" She repeated her words with a big attitude swirling in her cute eyes.
She was acting like an adult, and sighed as if exhausted of this world just like he was, "So, take it as a compliment, Mr. Huge. Got it".
Zander couldn't help but take in the sight of her again before crouching to her level so he could scan her intimidating gaze but she wasn't scared of him at all which irritated him a lot.
"Such a handsome man," She smiled so brightly that something clicked inside his heart almost bursting intensively.
And when her palm touched his cheek, for a second he just closed his eyes to feel the warmth despite knowing she was just someone else kid who was spoiled and had no filter in her mouth just like his wi--
His mind trailed off even thinking of her as it unsettled his heart badly.
"Bye, Mr. Huge".
She waved goodbye so adoringly that he couldn't help but adore her silently.
He blinked his eyes when he watched her running away maybe to her mother or someone she knew but before he could comprehend the girl rushed to him again to kiss his forehead. She gave him a full smile that melted his irritation immediately like it never existed in him.
"By the way Mister, I am Ruza".
She beamed like a star after making his stoned heart skip a beat as he watched her running off again like wind and escaping from his eyes like she was a dream, an innocent dream.
His lips finally lifted into a rare smile when he recited the little girl's name again.
"What kind of name is Ruza? hmm?"
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