This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhania
The sun's rays stream into the room through the gaps in the curtains, landing directly on my face. Last night was one of the best I've had in a long time, with no nightmares to disturb my sleep.
As I shift, I feel a leg tangled with mine and a hand resting on my torso, holding me close like a panda. I turn to see a beautiful face framed by scattered hair and soft bangs, her skin pale and flawless. Long eyelashes graze her cheeks, and she looks like a gift from god. I gaze at her for a while, lost in the moment. Slowly, she moves her hand away from my body and opens her eyes, blinking as the sunlight hits her face, making her eyes appear hazel. Her lips are a soft pink, and throughout the night, I was surrounded by the comforting scent of vanilla, which has become my favorite.
She looks at me, blinking a few times, and as I lean in, all I want is to kiss her. She closes her eyes. Something flickers inside me, and I suddenly sit up in bed from my laying position. "Shayantika, go to your room and get ready," I say firmly, breaking the tender moment.
She blinks a few times, eyebrows furrowed, still drowsy from sleep, and then nods, confusion evident in her expression. Her white dress is pooled up around her hips, and a silent groan curls up in my throat as she gets up. The morning light continues to fill the room, casting a warm glow over everything as she gathers her things and heads to her room. I watch her go, a mix of emotions swirling within me—annoyance, fear, anger
I get off the bed and head straight to the washroom, my mind swirling with a storm of thoughts. I turn on the sink and splash cold water on my face, hoping to jolt myself back to reality. I don't know what's going on with me I feel completely thrown off balance, like I'm losing control. Ugh.
I step into the shower, letting the water pour over me, its steady stream pounding away at the confusion. The flashbacks of last night play in my head, vivid and relentless—the warmth of her presence, the unexpected comfort of having her so close
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"Wont you sleep?" Shayantika asks, fiddling with her coat ribbon. I can't help but wonder if she wore that damn fucking short dress just to provoke me. "I will," I reply, trying to focus on answering the mails. "Go and sleep," I gesture towards the bed, and she obediently lays down. The couch I'm sitting on faces the bed, giving me a clear view.
Minutes later, I glance over and notice she's already asleep, her dress having ridden up slightly, revealing her white lace lingerie. I close my eyes, trying to keep my composure, but the sight is too much. I run my hand through my hair and crack my neck, feeling the tension build. My inner voice warns me, "Adrian, calm yourself down. You cannot do anything; hold on to yourself." I clench my fists and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
Unable to resist any longer, I shut down my laptop and set it aside, slowly making my way towards the bed. I sit down on the edge and lay down by the side of the bed staring out at the breathtaking view of the bustling city through the large glass window.
