This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhannia
"Sir, Ms. Armani is here," a voice crackled through the phone, delivering a hesitant reply from the other end. It was Evan, one of my most trusted colleagues who had arrived at the airport early this morning, along with several others. It was almost 6:35 AM, and as my eyes drifted toward the entrance, I stood near my private jet and saw Shayantika appear. Her presence lit up the scene she was a vision of elegance and grace. Her long, flowing hair cascaded in waves down her back, shimmering under the light with a rich, lustrous sheen. Her eyes were deep and expressive, radiating warmth and intelligence, framed by perfectly arched eyebrows. Her every movement was fluid and effortless. Shayantika's smile was captivating, a perfect blend of kindness and charm that lit up her entire face.
Her attire was, as always, impeccably stylish—just perfect. I didn't know what to say; she was amazing in every way. But then, my thoughts were interrupted by my inner voice: "Adrian, Ria is still waiting for you to find her. Don't forget, she didn't die she's still alive, searching for you. Adrian, you're a dangerous mafia don don't fall for anyone, it will only bring them harm." My inner self kept playing the same record over and over again, like a broken tape stuck on repeat. Ugh, I hate this inner voice of mine. I despise my inner voice; I want nothing more than to crush it, to shatter it into a million irreparable pieces.
As I watched Shayantika approach the plane, sipping her White Mocha Frappuccino and engrossed in her phone, I couldn't help but think that if someone placed a brick in front of her, she might not see it and would trip. Some of the other colleagues, including Evan, Leo, and Gio, were carrying her suitcases. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice, "Adrian, my child!" I turned toward the sound and saw Uncle Virendra. "Uncle, you surprised me, I must say," I said, embracing him and shaking his hand warmly. Virendra Uncle was Shayantika's father and had once been my business partner. He was a wise and good-hearted man.
He bid his daughter a heartfelt goodbye, and I walked over to the staff from my company. I gave each of them tips for helping with my bags and then hugged them all. "Pray for us, everyone," I said as a final farewell. "Of course, sir, we all will, and it will be a proud moment for all of us," they replied, their voices filled with sincere support. I smiled and waved them goodbye. I glanced over at Shayantika; Uncle Virendra had already left. It was time to board. I walked up the stairs of the plane and called out to Shayantika, who was busy admiring the aircraft. She followed me closely as we boarded.
The hum of the engines and the scent of aviation fuel filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of leather and spice, heightening my anticipation. We exchanged a quick smile, sharing a silent understanding of the adventure that lay ahead. "Oh God, please make us the winners of the fashion show; it would be a dream come true," I silently prayed, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
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