Big time, pull up, make a scene
Party's lame, no vibe, we can leave
Shotgun, my thighs on the seat
I ain't got nothing underneath
Looks like, you 'bout to spend the night
Looks like, I'm 'bout to change your life
Wife type, he's staying for the week
So I might just let him pay the lease
If you keep up with me
I'll keep on coming back
If you do it too good
I'm gonna get attached
'Cause it feels like heaven when it hurts so bad
Baby, put it on me
I like it just like that
Just like that
I been a nasty girl, nasty.....
I been a nasty girl, nasty.....___________________________________________
Siya
"Hello Tasha..." As soon as I got to my department, the first thing I did was call Tasha.
Since I left here, I haven't talked to her even once... I don't even know if she knows about my wedding.
"Siyaaaa?" came Tasha's excited shout from the other end.
"Why are you yelling? Do you want to burst my eardrums?" I said, annoyed.
"Sorry, sorry... but tell me, are you okay? Did you get married?" After confirming it was me, the first thing she asked about was my wedding.
Maybe she already knew about my parents' intentions to take me away and marry me off to Aarav.
"Yeah, I did get married," I whispered, but I didn't mention to whom.
"Did you get married? I knew it... I knew your parents would get you married. I'm sorry, Siya, I wasn't there when you were going through so much," she said, her voice clearly tinged with regret.
"Tasha, I need to meet you now..." I said quickly, before she started crying on the call.
"Now?! Are you in Delhi?" she asked, sounding shocked.
"Yeah, and I'm coming to your place right now," I said, raising my hand to check my watch, which showed it was time to leave the office.
"Hmm, let's meet," she replied, and I hung up without saying anything more.
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After that, I gathered all my things, packed my bag, and headed out of the department.
As I was passing through the department and approaching the lift, I heard a voice behind me.
"Siya... hey Siya, wait up!" I tried to ignore it, pretending not to hear, because I knew exactly whose voice it was.
Just as I turned to face the voice, the guy who had been calling out to me came running up, panting, and said, "Where are you going in such a hurry? I've been calling you, but you didn't listen."
"Actually, I have something important to do, so I need to go," I quickly made up a good excuse to avoid extending the conversation and turned to leave. But then, the man grabbed my hand to stop me.
"Nayan..." I said, raising my voice slightly, and jerked my hand back.
Yes, this man was none other than Nayan, who, for some reason, was being very clingy today.
"Sorry, Siya... I just..." he said softly, but before he could continue, I interrupted him.
"No, there's no need to apologise... It's just that my mind is elsewhere right now, and I need to go meet a friend," I explained, trying to convey that my reaction was just instinctive and nothing more.
Without waiting for his response, I stepped into the lift. Nayan stood there, just watching me leave.
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Glory - A Passion's Symphony |18+
Fiction généraleWarning: This dark slow-burn romance contains a seductive web of intimate encounters and forced proximities that may leave you breathless. Be advised that some scenes in this story may trigger emotional responses. If certain themes are sensitive to...