"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?"
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
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I should not be in love with her.
Not after I know, who she is.
Yet I did.
Deeply, madly...
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तु हवा जैसे घुल जाता है मुझ में मुझे अपना घर मिल जाता है तुझ में
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One and a half months later. Kainaat's POV.
“Oh my god.” I gasped out, leaving Reyaansh's hand and opening the door as my gaze flickered over my new office.
A squeal left my lips, a tingly feeling bubbled inside me and my eyes wandered around my desk.
Kainaat Rajvansh. My identity shined on the name desk plate, as my eyes twinkled when my fingers brushed over it. “Ansh, look.” I called out to him, my gaze still stuck on my name, and I flex my arm backwards for him to hold.
It has always been a dream of mine to start my clothing brand.
Ever since I started working with Chandani Bua, we both envisioned a brand that would create fashion for everyone, fashion that would make people feel pretty and confident.
That dream was partially fulfilled when I worked as a head designer for Bua yet a hunger for creating something in my own space still grew inside me.
My experience with clothes has always been special. For me, every outfit has a story, every look has a motive and with this brand, I want to make every person feel prepossessed.
I made it for whoever who felt like they were not pretty enough, would realize that the problem was not in them, it was the wrong clothes.
Finally, this dream of mine is coming to life.
I am starting my own brand.
His hand slid down mine as I felt a kiss being placed on the side of my head, “I am so proud of you, my love.”
A blatant smile crippled over my face as I felt my cheeks feeling warmer. Earlier, I used to believe that it was just an endearment, but Now I know it's real. He loves me.
I am his love.
Crimson rushed down to my cheeks and I hushed, “I love you, Ansh.”
The memories from a week ago crushed back in my mind and my smile was swept off my face, instead an unsettling yet accepting wave settled down my chest.
After Kashmir, I went back to our home and every single family member treated me with such gentleness that it was almost difficult not to cry. They did not make me feel any less, even after being aware of the whole truth.
A week ago, Slowly when things were going back to normal, I saw my father's picture on my phone and every emotion that I tried to drown in a calm sea was violently slapped down on me like a tornado.
