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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
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This is the biggest opportunity I ever got.
This would change my life. Oh! God! My heart thumped at an erratic speed at the mention of my salary.
I was always underpaid, but this time I'm getting a whopping amount.
Now, I could get a cat. A wave of happiness swept over me and the desire to open a champagne bottle was firmly established.
"Both of you have to go to the US first, and they want to have a roka event. You will first settle that, then The main wedding and events will take place in France. It does involve traveling, and your schedule will be hectic, but you both will be paid appropriately.", he stares at both of us during the money part.
"And there would be two weddings, one is our normal Hindu wedding and the other would be a Christian one. I know it's a lot of work, and it's new for us, but you both are my best and trusted employees. I expect the best from both of you." He concludes.
As long as I'm getting paid, I am fine with anything. After discussing some important details with the boss, Rohan and I both took an exit from his cabin.
"Are you excited about the US or France?" Rohan asked as he walked beside me.
France.
I always wanted to go to France but with a certain someone. He always gushed about his country. It was my dream to be there with him, See his home, but I couldn't.
Abhimaan's mother was French, she had him when she was 19, he was not a planned child, however, the way his mother loved him was so pure.
She was the sweetest human I ever met. I wish I could spend more time with her, but she didn't have much time left. She never got to meet her daughter. Never got to see her son grow up to be the man she always wanted him to be.
The only reason she named him Abhimaan was because she wanted him to know that she was not ashamed of him, rather, he was her pride.
"Can you stop zoning out in the middle of the conversation?" I felt Rohan whisper so close to my ear that my immediate reflex was to push him the furthest away.
He bumped into the wall and his head hit hard, "What the fuck, woman?" Rohan screams, his hand moving to rub his head.
My eyes went wide at his condition. I shouldn't have pushed him. But he shouldn't have been so close to me, I don't like people in my personal space.
