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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
When it comes to chaotic people, they just don't know when to hush until they get what they want.
They're so fucking stubborn.
They'll keep bothering you until you give in to their demands.
It didn't take me long to realize that Mirha Ivanov is exactly that type of person.
She wouldn't stop causing a ruckus until she got her way.
At first, I was surprised when she started crying, but then I quickly saw right through her act.
That girl really thought she could fucking fool me?
Chaotic people will do anything to disturb the peace and get what they want.
So, I reluctantly let her stay for the night.
She gave me enough of a headache last night that I didn't want to kick her out and risk my crazy sister starting another drama.
I had enough excitement for one night.
Talking about my sister, that little shit had the nerve to act as if she hadn't just helped her wild best friend to sneak into my house and mess up my peace.
As soon as I called her last night, her exact words were :
'Heyy bhai! How are you? How's the weather there? How's everything?'
That little brat I tell you.
I told her to stop this craziness as it could be risky and to keep her distance from that chaotic whirlwind.
Of course, she went on about her soulmate shit, that how Mirha Ivanov is her one true friend and her BFF.
She made me promise to be nice to her 'soulmate bestie' while she's here, so she doesn't feel awkward.
Fat chance. Because the girl annoys the fuck out of me. And oh, not to forget she is noisy as hell.
I despise noisy people and I can't be nice to someone whom I absolutely hate.
However, I just want all of this to be over soon, so I agreed to drop her off at the airport because otherwise, she would fucking buzz around my ears like an annoying mosquito if I hadn't said yes.
I wear my neatly pressed suit jacket and don't bother with a tie today. I smooth the sleeves of the jacket, making it more neat, and then put on my wristwatch.
Lastly, I spray some perfume and head outside, checking my emails on the phone.
As soon as I step out, I glance in front to see the guest room's door wide open and bustling noises reach my ears.
I don't miss even the slightest sound.
I move forward, and the scene before me makes my blood boil.
The room appears as if a tornado just passed through.
