𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and s...
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A month passes and people in my office starts to treat me as normal. Although their were some 'goldigger' jokes thrown at me subtly I didn't heed to their taunts.
People who talk will always talk.
The relationship between me and Vihaan has evolved into something special. I can sense that he has grown some kind of affection towards me.
I don't get nightmares anymore too. Knowing that he watches me until I sleep gives me courage and since then I sleep like a baby.
We have kissed more than a few times but nothing more. Whenever things move a little further he kisses me on my forhead and ends our makeout session and starts asking about my day and my wellbeing.
Even though I want him and he wants me clearly, I love how he's always considerate about me physically and mentally.
But love is beyond his promises. I don't want to ask why he can't love me. If he want to tell me I know he will.
But God, I am falling for this man hard and deep. Everyday.
And that scares me.
Miss.Gaya comes over when I am working at the middle of my new project.
"Is the article complete?" She asks. Her tone irritated.
"Uh yes I'll finish it before today." I provide her with a smile.
"Make it quick, some of us really have bills to pay unlike some who live by climbing ladders." She says smugly. Her condescending stare focused on me.
I look over her and say nothing. Because no matter how rude people are I don't want to stoop to their level.
"I don't see you working for it." comes a voice from behind. A voice I am very familiar with.
Vihaan stands there with a container glaring daggers at Miss.Gaya.
Her demeanour suddenly changes from Dolores Umbridge to Princess Diana a portrait of compassion and kindness.
Oh. My. God.
She really can be a good actress. A snobby actress at that.
"Oh sir! I didn't expect you here. Do you need anything?" She asks in a sugary voice batting her eyelashes.
