A career-driven girl, content in her life with close friends and family, finds herself entangled with a stoic billionaire lacking love . Read to know what happens as they enter a marriage of convenience
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We stand in the morning light of Verona, Italy, on our honeymoon. The sun casts a golden glow on the cobblestones as I tug on Salar's sleeve. "Please Take me to the balcony of Romeo and Juliet," I insist, eyes sparkling with excitement.
Salar gazes at me with a warmth that makes my heart flutter. "Have I ever said no to you?" he asks, a playful smile dancing on his lips.
I beam at him, feeling a rush of affection. As we walk towards the famous balcony, I chatter on about the tragic love story. "You know Romeo and Juliet is such a beautiful tale of love and sacrifice. It's so timeless and poignant."
Salar listens, but I notice a flicker of confusion in his eyes. He doesn't know the story. "Mia Anima," he says softly, "give me some time. I'll just come back and then we can go."
"Sure," I agree, wondering what he's up to. He disappears for a few minutes, leaving me standing there in the bustling square. When he returns, I ask, "Where did you go?"
"Nowhere," he replies with a casual shrug, but there's a mischievous glint in his eye.
We head to the balcony, and I can't contain my enthusiasm. "This is where Juliet stood, longing for Romeo. Their love was so intense, it defied all odds."
Salar nods, his eyes never leaving my face. "Exactly the conflict between their families made their love forbidden" he urges, his voice low and tender. I'm taken aback by the fact that he had read this story, and now I'll enjoy even more speaking about it.
I continue, "They met at a party and fell in love instantly. But their families were enemies. They had to keep their love a secret. It was so passionate, so consuming."
Salar leans in closer, his gaze intent. "And what do you think about their love?"
I sigh, lost in the story. "I think it's beautiful and tragic. They were willing to risk everything for each other. It's the kind of love that takes your breath away."
Salar's hand finds mine, his grip firm and reassuring. "I think I understand that now," he murmurs, his voice filled with emotion.
I look at him, surprised. "I can't believe you have read that," I say, my eyes wide with astonishment.
"Yeah, just read it now," he admits, then immediately realizes his slip. "I mean! I couldn't look like a fool coming here and knowing nothing about them."
I laugh, the sound light and joyous. "Salar, tell me the real reason."
He hesitates, then sighs. "Well, I wanted to talk with you, understand what you love so much about this story. I wanted to share this moment with you."
My heart melts at his words. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard," I whisper, touched by his effort.
He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me. "I wanted to impress you," he confesses, his lips brushing against my hair. "To show you that I care about the things you love."
