BOOK ONE OF THE SUGAR AND SWEET SERIES
Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she...
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𝐊𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚
खिलते फूलों सी हँसी, ज़ुल्फ़ें थीं बिखरी पड़ी, देखा उसको दो घड़ी, मैं खो गया
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08:56 Pm, Kiyan, Samalka, New Delhi, Delhi
"Vanya, would you please order actual food?" Mahir says, and by his tone, I realise he's annoyed. Well, who cares? I don't believe it's my fault this grump brought me to a fancy restaurant.
"But I don't like anything on this menu," I reply with a shrug and he narrows his eyes at me, growing tired of my replies. It's been over fifteen minutes since we came here and we were still sitting on an empty table which, now that I think, is messing with his rich ego.
These past few months taught me he is as desperate for this contract as me, so while we're in it, we're equals. That gave me the confidence and sassiness to reply to his rudeness and obnoxiousness.
"One espresso, and a butterscotch shake," he orders before turning towards me. "Right, I have something for you." How'd he know I like butterscotch?
I raise a brow and lean towards him, watching as his hand pulls a packet from his coat. It was a brown, well-wrapped packet and my eyes widened at its form.
"Your anniversary gift. It's a book. I heard you like to read," he says, handing me the book and I smile.
"Aww did you stalk me for our anniversary?" I ask, meticulously unwrapping the paper in front of him. The devil can actually do something nice huh?
The smile on my face falls the moment I see the book, my eyes snapping up towards him with a look of disbelief. 'How to survive as a short person? Struggles small people face.'
"It reminded me of you. Might help someday," he adds in as if to support his pathetic logic.
It takes every ounce of my strength not to hurl the book right at his face and break his perfect nose until it's crooked but my morals hold me back. I clench my jaw, smiling tightly as I put the book neatly in my bag, reminding myself to donate it to some bookstore later.
"I have a gift for you too," I reply yet his poker face doesn't change. Pulling out a phone case from my bag, I pass it to him.
"What's this?" He finally frowns, observing the phone case. Ofcourse, this ancient one doesn't know what it is. Even after being a millionaire this man never owned one.
