Twisted Desires Amidst Of Fire

CHAPTER 8:- A BUSY DAY

This is part eight of the book and it's the longest part till now with story word count of 4500+ words.

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Organised or disorganised

Cooking or home delivery

Munchuriyan or paneer chilli

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Soumya's Pov:-

We were sitting in the car after finally passing all the paparazzi at the VIP exit. He dodged all of their questions regarding our sudden marriage and asked me to keep my mouth shut if they ask something.

We came here in his private jet and all the way I was just thinking about how I am going to spend my 6 months with him.

On the other hand he was busy scrolling through his I-pad and attending calls. I just watched some latest fashion shows held across India to get all the latest updates.

We reached at the top class residential society, I have heard many famous personalities reside in this building including his best friend, Rishabh Singhania.

As the car entered through the main gates, I looked around and saw many security guards with guns in their hand looking all alert.

The society looked classy and luxurious, the huge garden with kids play area and the jogging area.

As the car came to halt, he stepped out and I know he isn't a gentleman who will open door for me. I picked up my purse and adjusted my saree properly to look presentable.

I was about to open the door when the door suddenly clicked wide open for me.

I looked at him and I was quite shock at his behavior but didn't let it show on my face. I came out and stood properly as he closed the door behind me.

I looked at the tall building in front of me well it was not more than 15 floors I guess.

He started walking ahead and I followed him, can't he just say few words ever since we left Udaipur, he has just said me one sentence and that is to not reply to any stuff paparazzi ask.

I lowkey sighed, he is really a emotionless robot. We were in lift and I was shocked to see that even to enter lift you need to enter the pin.

"Does Prime minister resides in this building that even lift has a passcode", I asked not being able to stop my curiosity.

"Many famous personalities reside in the building isn't that enough reason to have a high and tight security", he said without looking at me and I hate when people don't look right in my eye while talking to me.

"Famous personalities like?", I asked and he just ignored me, no one ignores Soumya Raj-- Kumawat. "I asked you something", I said but he again ignored me, Fucking bastard.

I just scoffed and the elevator's door opened at the top floor, so he lives on top floor. We came outside and he started walking towards his-- uh huh our apartment.

The two bodyguards stood near the lift as we moved forward. There were only two apartments on this floor one on either side of the lift.

We were walking towards right of the elevator and as we reached the apartment, I felt something inside me which I couldn't decipher what it is. He entered the passcode and the door opened, he let the door open for me and I came inside.