"𝐓𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞"
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts give rise to the most devastating storie...
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"Who said the wedding is called off?" I am still your fiancée," I remarked to her, looking at her brown orbs; she had no idea what I had done, and even after learning some details, I would let her repeat her idiotic comments. I am not as foolish as she is.
"But - I - " she stammered, unable to find appropriate words. I stood up from my seat, taking both of our plates, and she followed me, her curiosity piqued.
"But, I am not able to understand anything, He- he is missing and how will your father -" I interrupted her again, saying, "None of your business; you want to work, correct? Congratulations, you have gotten your work back; now, let me work; do not disturb me," I remarked as I began to wash the dishes.
"That means I will stay here with you?" She inquired, her head dropped, and I turned back, thinking about immediately addressing her question, but that would be no fun.
"If you want, you can buy a tent house and live in my garden; I have a large garden in the backyard," I remarked, and she glanced up with sparkling eyes.
"What do you do? I enjoy gardening!" She exclaimed, and I continued to wash, feeling her concentrated attention on my back.
What is there to be so happy about? She's beaming as if she'd won a prize.
Mood swings undoubtedly exist!
"I know Miss Sharma, I am irresistible, but that doesn't mean you will eye fuck me," I remarked as I turned abruptly. I caught her stare, but she thought she was quick to remove it.
Let's tease her, I think, smirking.
I gently took a step closer while rubbing my hands with the cloth; she glanced at me and ultimately took a step back, but I continued to go towards her without losing eye contact.
I expected her to flip out, but her eyes were fixated on me, with no hint of fear in her face or gaze. So, what exactly does this mean? Is she able to trust me? Do I make her feel at ease?
I came to a halt; I should not be doing this. Yes, she is here; I will protect her and regard her as my responsibility; that is all. She frowned at me, "Good Night, Miss Sharma," and told me to go upstairs; I had given her my room, so I had to sleep in the neighboring room.
