BOOK ONE OF THE SUGAR AND SWEET SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she...
He sighs for the nth time, glancing between me and the road as he continues driving.
"My name, Ms. Sharma," he sighs, "you need to call me by my name."
"What will my family think if my supposed girlfriend calls me by my title instead of my name?" He asks and I nod hesitantly.
How am I supposed to call you by your name? You're my boss you fucking grump!
I am already anxious as it is, my guts are dancing in my stomach with my lungs in a chokehold and this man right here keeps laying on demands one after the other.
I clutch my purse tightly, releasing a deep sigh as I look back up at him, fighting back the urge to haul the purse at his head. He's your boss Vanya, control.
"Don't worry sir, I won't make a mistake," I assure him and he gives me a suspicious nod as if he doesn't trust my words. Don't look at me like that! It's not like I have the space for any mistakes with my life on the line here.
I gaze outside the window, overthinking. It's something I am confident and a pro at. Being an introvert, we tend to overthink a lot of things, most of them ending in us being more depressed, stressed and anxious.
I imagine how his family would be. Would they be typical rich people who'll frown at the mention of my background and chase me out before marriage? Or will they be haughty people who'd want me to act the way they want? Or will I be just a prop in their life?
Will his mother detest me for being short or lacking a proper background? What if they disrespect my upbringing and bring up my father?
My fingers clench in a fist above my kurti, my heart dropping at the thought. No, no, no, that ca-
My thoughts go astray when a warm hand grips mine and I look to the side to find Mahir sir already looking at me. Was it concern? Or irritation? I can never tell with this man. His face never says what he's thinking.
"We're here," he pulls his hand back, and so do I as I nod. I touch my hand, its once cold touch is now warm to my fingers.
"Do not be nervous, I'll be here." He exits his car and walks over to my side to open the door.
