#Book 1 of HIS Series
Started On : August 2024
Completed On : [ONGOING]
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"When scars run deep, can love heal?
Meet two broken souls, hiding their agony behind masked smiles.
She has suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of someone she trusted.
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Today is my farewell, and it was currently 6:00 p.m. when I glanced at my watch—still stuck on a bloody business call that should've ended 15 minutes ago. But no. The client had the timing of a mosquito—constantly buzzing in your ear when you least want to hear it.
"Yes, yes, I'll send over the papers," I said, pacing around the room while holding my phone between my ear and shoulder. My voice was calm, but internally, I was on the verge of saying—bhai bas kar na yaar.
I checked the time again. 6:32 p.m.
Fucking hell.
I cut the call mid-"thank you" and tossed my phone on the bed. My three-piece suit was nowhere to be seen, and for a guy who swears by organization, this was humiliating. I flipped open my closet. Nothing. Under the bed. Nope. The guest chair? Just a towel I haven't touched in a week.
"Where the hell did I keep that thing?"
After 10 minutes of sheer chaos and two near-death trips over my own shoes, I finally found it—neatly pressed and folded, exactly where it should've been. I grabbed it like it was a trophy and muttered under my breath, "Tu toh gaya Aryan. Tu already late hai."
Quickly slipping into the black three-piece, I buttoned up and combed my hair back neatly. For once, I actually stared at my reflection for more than two seconds. I needed to look good tonight. Not just decent. Not just clean. I wanted to look—
Dashing. Sharp. Unavoidable.
But to be honest-
Well, wow, I look so handsome.
Okay, shut up Mr. Singhania.
And right before I was about to leave, my phone buzzed again. Rayan. I swear, this guy has worse timing than my business clients.
I picked it up, already annoyed. "What the hell, bro?"
His voice came through the speaker, excited, bordering on manipulative. "I've some work for you!"
"What? Right now? No!." I was already locking my front door, rushing toward my car. "Mereko usmein mat ghusa, please."
(Don't drag me into this, please.)
"Please yaar, ek kaam karle. Bas ye last time, uske baad kabhi kuch nahi bolunga, kasam se!"
(Please friend, just do this work. This is the last time, after that I'll never say anything, promise!)
