On one hand, there is a simple living girl embodying a serene demeanour and a contented outlook on life. She finds joy in everyday moments and treasures simplicity over extravagance. Her wardrobe consists of timeless pieces rather than trends, refle...
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After that, the days that followed were a blur of meetings, travel, and endless tasks that demanded my attention, but no matter how busy I became, she never left my thoughts. I found myself distracted, my mind constantly drifting back to that moment outside the café, to the girl who had unknowingly captured my heart. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her laughing with her friends, her carefree spirit a stark contrast to the dark desires that consumed me.
I had my PA working around the clock to gather information on her. It wasn’t enough to just think about her—I needed to know everything about her, to understand the world she lived in. The reports began to trickle in, each one adding another piece to the puzzle of who she was. Her name, her age, where she lived, who she spent time with—it was all there, laid out before me like a map that would lead me straight to her.
And the more I learned, the more I became obsessed. She was even more perfect than I had imagined. She lived a simple life, surrounded by friends and family who clearly adored her. She was hardworking, dedicated, and kind to everyone she met. There was a sweetness about her that only made my desire to claim her even stronger.
But there was also a growing sense of impatience. Knowing that she was out there, living her life without any idea of who I was or what I wanted, was driving me mad. The thought of anyone else getting close to her, of her sharing her laughter and her smiles with someone else, filled me with a dark, possessive rage.
It was clear that I needed to return to India, and soon. The more time passed, the more urgent the need became. I had given myself three years to wait, to plan, but now that time was up. I could feel it in my bones—the moment to make her mine was approaching, and I was ready for it.
When I finally made the decision to return, everything moved quickly. My team was efficient, and within days, I was on a flight back to India, my mind filled with thoughts of her. This time, I wasn’t coming back for business. I was coming back for her.
The flight felt interminably long, each hour dragging by as my anticipation grew. I could feel the tension building within me, a mix of excitement and impatience. I knew that once I arrived, I would waste no time. I had already planned out every step, every detail of how I would approach her, how I would bring her into my world.
When the plane finally touched down, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I was back, and this time, nothing would stand in my way. I had waited long enough—too long—and now it was time to claim what was mine.
I wasted no time. As soon as I arrived, I began to put my plan into action. I had my team reach out to her, under the guise of a job opportunity. I knew she was ambitious, that she would be drawn to the prospect of working for a prestigious company. It was the perfect way to bring her into my orbit, to start weaving her into my life without her even realizing it.
The first meeting was arranged at a luxurious hotel, one where I knew she would feel both intrigued and a little out of her depth. I wanted her to be curious, to feel like she was stepping into a new world, one that would slowly but surely become hers.
