𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

11

CHAPTER 11 :
❀ RAGHAV SINGHANIA ❀
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R A G H A V 'S       P O V

"Thank you so much, Mr. Singhania for meeting us on this short notice." One of the Russian businessmen thanked me.

"It's my pleasure, sir. I'll always be here to welcome you all." I replied, referring to everyone, with a smile.

"Also it'll be a great help to us, if you can yourself inform Mr. Aiden Mastriano." The other businessman requested me.

"Of Course, Mr. Damir. I'll personally call him and inform him about your request. You can rest assured." I convinced him.

Buttoning my blazer coat, I stood up in the conference room, as each one of them shook their hands with me, and started leaving the room.

"Miss. Nitya," I called out to my secretary, who came rushing from the hallway towards me, as I made my way out of the room, now walking towards my cabin."Please ask Mr. Murthy to make arrangements for them in The Grand Hotel tonight." I ordered her.

"Sure, sir." She nodded, and left from there as I entered my cabin.

I'm living my best day today. Firstly, the date night with my wifey and now cracking another billion dollars deal with the Russians.

Unbuttoning my blazer coat, I took it off and kept it on the couch in the corner of the room, and started folding up the sleeves of white shirt as I made my way towards the room which held a bigger bookshelf. Putting up the passcode behind one of the books, the hidden door in front of me, opened with a click sound. As I entered the room, the huge painting hanging on the wall, which is the sketch of my love, welcomed me.

The only love of my life.

It's been eight years, I first saw her in the rain. The day my heart was hers. She was the one who turned my most hated season into the most loved one.

A small smile appeared on my lips as I held the small photo frame from the desk of this secret room and caressed her face with my knuckles. This photo frame is similar to the painting on the wall. I had it made the very first day I saw her by a sketch artist. She looked ethereal in that white anarkali suit as if it's the same day, I'm watching her.

My love. She holds my heart like no one else.

Looking at another photo I chuckled softly, a photo of her with my sister which I took personally, as both of them were busy making faces at each other, on their graduation day.

My phone started to buzz, pulling me out of my thoughts, only for a smirk to appear on my face as I glanced at the name, interrupting my session.

Placing the airpods in my ear, I picked up the call. "You fucking got married to her?" He roared on the call.

As if this man was willing to grace me with his presence at my wedding.

"Yeah."

"And you didn't find it necessary to inform me?" He acted as if he's hurt.

His acting skills are worse than that of my good for nothing witch evil sister.

"No."

"What no? Just because I'm in the USA that doesn't mean I won't have time to attend your wedding." He needs to stop with this drama.

"As if you would have." I mocked him this time.

"I would have, oka-"

"Stop with the nonsense, Neevan. I know you won't return here without your mom. She needs time and you know it as well. And anyways, it all happened in a week. A last minute decision you see." I explained to him, considering his situation.