𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Prologue Part 2

Amaira - 24, Abhimaan - 27

Amaira's POV

As soon as I set foot on US soil, The only wish echoing in my brain was to see Abhi. Even a minute would have been enough.

After all the things I did to him, after every hurtful comment, after shattering his ego with my words, I was cognizant that I did not deserve to think about him.

Yet, my heart craved him.

It was wrong, So wrong, however My asshole heart longed for a mere glance of him.

What I did not expect was to see him like that. And oh boy, how I saw him. Dressed in white kurta, feeding me sweets from his engagement.

His engagement with Myra. The women I loathed with every fiber in me.

Seeing him with someone else causes my blood to boil and my insides to burn, but all I can do is observe.

The most dreadful part is that I was the unlucky asshole who had to plan the wedding of my Ex- boyfriend.

The promise he made six years ago came crashing down on me.

“I promise you will beg me, Amaira.”
“You will crawl back at my feet.”

This bastard knows what he is doing, he is hyper aware of everything about this nuisance, he is the nuisance.

He is compelled to employ me because he deliberately hired me. I've always wondered why a rich New York billionaire would want an Indian wedding planner.

There are a lot more qualified wedding planners here, why would this rich man want someone from another continent?

Turns out the rich man is Abhimaan Raghuvanshi.

There is only one way to get out of this torture, beg him.

Beg him to replace me with any other planner, It is impossible for me to proceed with this.

“I want to be out of this, Rohan.” I say, as soon as Abhimaan and Myra move inside upstairs, their hands intertwine.

The hand I refused to hold is now mingling with someone else's.

Fuck, that hurt like hell.

Rohan looks at me with a confused expression, “What do you mean?”

“I don't want to plan this wedding. Can you ask my boss to replace me?”

“You are already replaced.” He says with a chuckle.

That I am, but he definitely means something else.

“Huh?”

“I mean, I was supposed to head this project but for some reason, my boss replaced me with you so now, don't expect me to do anything and stop this bullshit. It's your work, respect it. We don't get such opportunities every day.”

We don't, we really don't. This is the biggest and most luxurious wedding our company ever got to plan, and they sent their best employees.

Amaira Mehra and Rohan Advani.

Rohan doesn't care as long as he's getting money, but I cannot do this.

My heart is not that generous nor am I that pure in love that I wish Abhimaan Raghuvanshi and Myra Khurana the best.

I don't. I wish they both rot in hell.

My eyes immediately moved upstairs, there stood Abhimaan, wearing a black jacket now with a helmet in his hand.