Ved Singhaniya, the sole heir of the Singhaniya's and a force of destruction, carried a curse from a past life-a burden etched into his very existence. Yet, every curse has its cure, and for him, she was his panacea, his salvation.
Akira Suryawanshi...
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A K I R A
I clutched onto my stuff scattered around the table once I shut down my laptop and hurriedly ran to the lift. My heart raced as I rushed to the elevator, knowing I was already late leaving the office. Panic gnawed at me—if I didn't make it home by 9, Nana would surely starve me.
As I stepped into the elevator, still breathing heavily, I jabbed the button for my floor, anxiety building with every second. My foot tapped rhythmically against the floor, the ticking time amplifying my restlessness.
The moment the elevator doors slid open, I bolted out, adrenaline fueling my steps. I needed to catch the bus to my apartment on the outskirts of the city. Nana loved her peace and quiet, away from the chaos, and I had promised to let her wish to live in such a secluded place. Being her only companion, it was the least I could do.
Walking quickly through the crowded streets, I focused on my phone, anxiously checking the bus schedule. The mid-city was a whirlwind of noise and people rushing about, each with their own sense of urgency. When I reached the crosswalk, I stood waiting for the light to change, eyes still glued to my screen.
Once the light flicked green, I slid my phone back into my pocket and crossed with the cluster, weaving through the blur of cars and motorcycles that sped past. A heavy sigh escaped me. I longed for the freedom of owning a bike, the wind in my hair, the ability to escape whenever I wanted.
I love bikes—always had.
I walked to the other side and darted towards the bus sop.
Before I could reach, my steps stumbled as I bumped into a broad frame of shoulder, tall , probably of 6'3, man. I almost fell on my butt before he caught hold of me, rounding his arm around my waist he pulled me up.
"You okay miss?" He questioned. His voice was baritone, low and raspy. A Sparking current ran through my spine—in response to his voice.
"Yeah, I'm all good. Thank you." I corrected my position and looked up at him. He was so tall towering over me as I barely reached his shoulder. I gulped.
His face was shrouded in shadow, the hood pulled low, obscuring most of his features. But his eyes—those were unmistakable. A piercing green, like the depths of an ancient forest that seemed to swallow you whole, leaving no trace. They were the kind of eyes that could make you lose yourself, without hope of being found. His expression remained unreadable, emotion hidden beneath the cloak of darkness, and yet those eyes... they said more than words ever could.
I instinctively stepped back, my throat dry, trying to gather myself. He gave a brief nod, a silent acknowledgment, before brushing past me without a word. I stood there, frozen, as the moment replayed over and over in my mind, like a record stuck on an endless loop.
Those eyes—so familiar, yet somehow strange. It was as if I'd seen them a thousand times before, but never like this. Never with this intensity. It stirred something deep within me, a sensation I'd never felt before. It wasn’t fear or admiration. It was something in between, something that unsettled me, as though I were being drawn into a current too strong to resist. A force that left me wondering how I had overlooked their depth until now.
