BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES
"Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon".
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Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and Ki...
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तुझमें है कुछ ऐसी सुबह सा जिसकी खातिर मैं था जगा सा आ तू मेरे ख्वाब सजा जा रे
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Aastha applied ointment on his knuckles covered with bruises. Suddenly her attention went to his other arm from where the band aid was peeking from his rolled up sleeves.
"How's that gunshot wound?
She asked in a low voice.
"Fine ".
He answered, his gaze stuck on her as he leaned on the seat. How perfectly she was carved by the almighty itself, he thought.
Aastha twisted her lips grumpily at his one word reply. He really is a man of less words but whatever and whenever he speaks, it cause the storm of emotions to rise inside her little brain.
Finally she completed inspecting his injuries. Feeling burning gaze, she looked up, but a frown appeared in between her brows when she noticed blood in corner of his lips.
She extended the ointment towards him. He raised a brow in question that again made her gulp. Everything he does is hot. Whyyy...
"Y-your lips. They're busted".
She replied.
"I don't know where it is. Apply it for me".
He sighed and crossed his arms over chest as if it was so easy for Aastha to even move near him.
Only Aastha knows why she used to maintain metres of distance from him. Her knees go weak in his presence still she acts like nothing's happening.
She paused taking a deep breath and lifted her palm up to apply the cream near his lips. He didn't budge and blankly stared at her every act, twitch of muscle.
She moved closer to him since her hands didn't reach. Still it wasn't enough, she again moved closer nervously gulping down a lump.
Her breath caught stuck in her throat once she met his darkened eyes boring through her soul.
