𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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Aman's car is parked infront of my house. Soon I take a last look in the mirror of myself.
I am dressed in a teal coloured Sharara suit with a dupatta covering my deep neck chest. The gold jhumka hoop earrings are paired with a choker. I apply a light gloss to my lips and eyeliner to my eyes to accentuate them.
And I am all set to go.
I take my phone and purse in hand and lock the door. Aman has walked to my door in the meantime.
His burning gaze travels from top to bottom and a pleasant shiver travels through my veins.
He shakes his head and whispers, "fuck." My face burns seeing the admiration in his face.
I clear my throat to ward off the tension and his brown-black eyes flies to me.
"You look beautiful. Perhaps too beautiful. No wait, it isn't the right word..." He searches for words while a small smile comes out despite my reluctance.
He takes a sharp breath in, "Did you just smile at me Sweetheart?" He asks genuinely taken back.
I roll my eyes at him hiding my smile, "No." I walk towards his car and try to open the backdoor but it's locked.
Aman opens the passenger door and waits expectantly. I look at him confused.
"Are we going or not? Unlock the door." I say trying to open it.
"Your place is here." He takes my arm and leads to the front. I halt in my steps.
"Wait. That's not-" but he cuts me off. "Trust me. Ma won't believe that we are really in love with eachother if you didn't sit here." He tells me.
But that place belongs to his wife that he'd love someday. My heart makes a painful twist at the thought.
He will fall in love with someone else someday.
"But-"
"No buts. Now get in." He guides me in gently.
The seat is warm and butter soft. The smell of expensive cologne and leather wafts around the inside of the car.
Aman opens his side of the door and settles in, "All good?" He asks me.
"Yeah." I whisper.
The car drives in companionable silence. Aman looks at me once in a while. I try to notice anything rather than his hulking presence.
A large gate to a huge white mansion opens when we arrive. My mouth parts in wonder at the beauty of the house.
Yes I have been to Shivanya's house many times but somehow this place has a different kind of aura to it. It looks like a mansion lived for generations.
