✨ 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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
“Shravya’s POV:
It’s 2 am, and I’m still roaming around this giant penthouse. If someone sees me now, they’ll surely get a heart attack. First, my long hair is untied, which my husband usually ties. Second, I’m dressed in an oversized shirt, trousers, and a big heavy sweater – it’s freezing, stupid.
My nights were always sleepless, but these days I felt better in the presence of my old man. Though he sleeps in his room, and I’m busy getting dark circles, watching K-dramas, and reading books or Wattpad. I feel a sense of security, love, and warmth around him. Every day, I invade his room after ensuring he’s in dreamland, with my MacBook, either binging something or sitting on his couch, close to him. I’m always scared of staying alone, and loneliness is somewhat responsible for my anxiety.
Think of a devil, the devil itself appears.
Not a single person is available for me right now. My husband isn’t here, Chinu must be sleeping, and I can’t disturb Sid and Nats – it's freaking 2 In the morning. The feeling of being alone makes my breathing uneven, a tingling feeling arises in my chest. I feel trapped; I can’t breathe. No, no, I can’t let my fear and anxiety overpower me. Not now when no one is around.
I run downstairs without any reason. I’m not feeling good in my room. Leaving behind sleeping Isabella and Shibu. After roaming all around the dining and sitting area, calming myself, counting my breath, and drinking some cold water in this freezing weather, I feel a little better and go upstairs again.
The big Micky clock In my room shows 4:10 am; it’s almost morning. I’ve been roaming around zoned out for two hours and still not feeling good here. I need my man. I need his warmth. I won’t allow my old man to go alone for any damn business meeting ever again. Thinking of him, my eyes brimmed. Why am I crying?
Finally, I walk to his room, and his manly wooden cologne hits my nostrils. This room smells like him. I feel better here. Roaming around his room, feeling each and everything he uses, reminds me of him, and the sense of loneliness is disappearing a little. I sit down on his couch with his duvet. Why doesn’t he have a round bed? I would have slept here, but on this bed? No, never. His duvet also smells like him. When I see a notepad on the nearby table, I scribble my thoughts on it. Pouring out my feelings on paper really makes me feel good, and as I lie down on the couch, his smell engulfs me, and my eyes feel heavy.
💗
I don’t know when I slept here in his room. I walked out to my room; Isabella was already up. Seeing me, she jumped to me and snuggled into my chest. ‘Aww, my baby missed mommy.’ Brushing my hands on her soft fur, for some time, I sat with her on my bean bag. Later, I filled up her bowl with cat food and gave some nourishment to Shibu too. Last night was tough indeed.
