Book 1 of Sinful Series
Aayan Kapoor- 28.Ceo of Kapoor Industries.
''He knew loving her was a sin but he himself was a devil"
Used to be sunshine boy but something drastic happened which made him ruthless and arrogant.He not only rules the business...
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When I saw her in the fire, my breath caught in my throat. I felt like drenching this whole city in the blood of the culprit who did this. Speaking of the culprit, Rajiv, my most trusted man, the one who knows everything—whether it's related to my business or the underworld. But somehow, I did suspect him. Although it took me a while to understand all this, now the wait is over.
For now, my tigress needs me, and I am not going to leave her until I make sure she is fine. She is lying on the bed unconscious, her face pale, her beautiful eyes closed, and her lips pouty. It aches my heart to look at her in this state.
I sat near her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear that was dancing on her face.
"Tigress, I don't like to see you in this condition. I like it when you retort with that sassy mouth of yours. I like it when you glare at me with those beautiful, fiery eyes. I like to see your face which shines like the sun," I muttered to her, caressing her lovingly.
As I saw her eyes squinting a little, she woke up, rubbing her eyes, and that was when my heart felt at peace.
She called my name, but I was just controlling my anger because only I know how I have endured these three hours. The last thread of my patience broke when she called me, and I shouted at her, causing her to flinch.
"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP," I yelled, running a hand through my hair.
"What the hell were you thinking before jumping into that fire? Do you have any sense, or have you hit your head somewhere and lost whatever sense you had?" I said to her, my tone laced with frustration.
And my woman, with a cute face, retorted, "You cannot talk to me like this." I mean, is she serious? Here I was, dying, thinking of every possible negative outcome.
I took her hand, my grip firm but not hurtful, and placed it on my heart. The warmth of her palm calmed theracing of my heart.
"This is what I have been feeling for the past three hours, and you are lecturing me that I cannot talk to you in that manner," I said, gritting my teeth, my jaw clenched. I didn't want to lash out at her, but I lost my patience.
"Sorry," she muttered, and my anger melted like ice cream. But she needs to understand that she cannot risk her life like this because now she has become my life.
"Tigress, I was scared when you fainted in my arms," I said to her, calming myself and reassuring that she is now safe and fine.
"I am fine," she muttered, almost in a whisper.
"And why didn't you tell me about your asthma?" I questioned her, and she replied,
"Remember Mr. Kapoor, when I asked you not to smoke around me? You didn't listen to me. Even if I had told you, you would have used my weakness to torture me," she said. I thought, have I tortured her so much that she thinks so low of me?
