In a world where art and technology collide, two lives are bound by secrets, danger, and and undeniable connection.
She is the nation's most beloved artist, her work capturing the hearts of millions. Her paintings, rich with emotion and hidden mean...
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As I stepped into the room, there she was-Esha, standing beside my sister. I should have known; Aditi didn't have many close friends, and her best friend was none other than Esha.
Every time I see her, it's like unearthing a new mystery.
Tonight, she was breathtaking in a black satin dress, the slit revealing her toned leg, the sweetheart neckline offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
She looked so good, so...mine. The thought stirred something deep within me-a mix of intense desire and a sense of inevitability.
"Bhai, can you please get Esha to sit in the car? I'm so sleepy I might just pass out right here," Aditi murmured, barely managing to stifle a yawn.
"Sure," I replied, gently guiding Aditi into the backseat, ensuring she was comfortable before turning back to coax Esha into the car.
Her nails dug into my chest as she glared at me, clearly annoyed. Her fierce, unyielding eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Aren't you the handsome one who crashed my event without an invitation?" she teased, her lips forming a playful pout.
"I am definitely handsome," I shot back with a smirk. "And yes, I crashed your event-but I was invited."
"I invited your mother, not you," she clarified, crossing her arms with a hint of defiance.
I leaned in closer, my thumb gently brushing her cheek. "When you're my wife in the future, and we're invited to events, are you really going to say that I wasn't invited, only you were?" She's not going to remember this but if she remembers it's better.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she pointed to herself. "You're going to marry me?"
"Yeah," I said softly, my gaze steady and unwavering. "You're the only one I want to marry. Will you let me do that?" I asked
"I'll think about it" she replied, Her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink as she blushed, clearly taken aback.
"Mom asked me to go in her place, Rose. I wouldn't have shown up if she hadn't asked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that when you asked about it," I explained, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"I accept your apology. But...who's Rose?" she asked, curiosity and a hint of confusion in her voice.
"It's you," I whispered, watching as her blush deepened. Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she was fast asleep, nestled comfortably against my chest.
