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...
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The morning rays of light filters through the curtains as I flutter my eyes open.
A heavy weight on my chest makes me look down to see Aman sleeping soundly wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His hot breath touches the crook of my neck making me shiver. He looks so innocent while sleeping, when in real it will be the last word I'd involve with my husband.
I rake my fingers through his smooth hair and he releases a sleepy sigh.
Aww he looks just like a baby. A small chuckle escapes me and he stirs awake.
He stares at me like he's in a dreamy haze, tracing my features from eyes to nose to my lips. I bite my lips hard from laughing out loud.
Is he still dreaming?
Finding me looking at him he comes out of the trance and a slow smile makes its way to those sinful mouth, "Now who's the creep?" He asks his voice raspy with sleep.
"Good morning." I say not giving into his tauntings.
"Morning, sweetheart." My heart flutters at the nickname. He props one of his elbow in the mattress and balances his face in his palm looking down at me.
"What are you doing today?" He asks me.
Today's a Sunday, that means only one thing—I am free of work but unfortunately Aman being a boss of an entire empire cannot take leave even for a day.
“I’ve got a plan." I say, holding up my hand and pretending to tick things off. “First, I’m going to make lunch.” I draw the first imaginary check in the air. “Then, head to the orphanage to pick up my little guy.” Another tick. “And after that, I’ll invite Shivi over, bring Khushi too—Jiju’s welcome, obviously.” Aman just watches me with that calm, knowing smile of his, like he’s both amused and at peace.
"Then what about me?" He asks taking a lock of hair that has escaped my braid and twirls it around his fingers.
"You are working today, right?" I ask hoping him to ditch his work.
"Yes. I have to examine the stocks that are going to be exported for the fashion show next week in US." He says and I deflate, "But..." He drags and I perk up excitedly.
