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...
Noticed some criticism on my previous book and to say I am disappointed is putting it in a mild way. Some people say that Vihaan Rajputh is toxic, still didn't know why they call him that when he left everything for Shivanya and healed her at the end 😌
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Slightly Mature Content Ahead ⚠️🔞
The light breeze of the Japanese wind touches my flushed cheeks as I pedal hard in my bicycle through Satoyama in Tokyo.
I notice Aman matching my pace in my peripheral vision and I direct him a wide smile while he catches up to me.
"Slow down, sweetheart." His voice echoes in the wind.
I laugh, "Already tired? Are you becoming old Aman?" I shout back.
His chuckle sounds as I increase my speed, "I'll show you old." He challenges me and the fighter inside me pushes me to exert myself in winning.
So we both ride fastly through the traditional village. At one point we both are tired and we stop near Togura Shiroyama Terrace which is a renowned restaurant in the area.
The waiter brings us river fish, curry and tampura which is a yummy combination of fried sea food and vegetables. My appetite increases from travelling so I eat all of them while Aman watches over me.
"I am so proud of you." He says moving a hair that has fallen onto my face as he stares at me eat the food.
I don't think I am going to throw up because these are delicious and besides I trust Aman to look after me if something happens.
It's been 4 days since we came here and I have never been so free. It feels like my all prayers have been answered at once. I am slowly overcoming everything that I went through and I have a feeling that I will be alright.
My heart feels lighter.
As for my husband, I have no words to describe how much I adore him. I thought he was just like any other man. Rich, arrogant and flirty but I couldn't be more wrong.
Whenever he looks at me, he has this look that tells me that no matter what I go through, at the end of the day Aman Mehra will be there waiting for me. I am not alone anymore.
"What are you thinking?" He asks me when we both freshened up for bed.
You.
"We should get back home soon and help Ma to organize the engagement party." I draw the curtains close and walk towards our bed where he's leaning against the headboard.
"Stop thinking about it Heer. We have come here to enjoy our honeymoon, so let's just live in the moment." He says while studying a magazine.
