" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
Though the target is still isn't completed , I am bit disappointed to it but still I am uploading this chapter, Vote Target - 20 🎯or else I'll upload the next chapter late.✨
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Aisha stirred, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar ceiling. The room was luxurious, yet alien to her, causing a wave of panic to rise within. She quickly sat up, glancing around in confusion.
"Where am I?" she whispered to herself, feeling her heartbeat quicken.
Before she could fully descend into panic, she heard footsteps approaching. Divyansh walked in living room , fresh from the gym, with a light sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Good morning, Aishh!" he greeted with a warm smile.
Aisha immediately relaxed, her anxiety fading. "Good morning, Divyansh," she replied, a bit breathless from the sudden wave of relief. She then asked, "Where are we?"
He smiled, wiping his forehead with a towel before replying casually, "We're in the Oberoi Mansion."
"What?!" Aisha exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. She jumped to her feet and looked around the room again, this time taking in the grandiose details she had missed before. The high ceilings, intricate chandeliers, and tastefully elegant décor screamed wealth and power.
"It's sooo big and beautiful," she murmured, her awe evident.
Divyansh chuckled softly at her reaction. "Haan, it's quite something," he agreed, his tone light and amused.
She turned back to him, still a bit dazed by the grandeur. "Why are we here?"
He stood up, stretching his arms as he replied, "Well, you fell asleep, so I brought you here since the penthouse was far away, and I was getting sleepy too while driving. The mansion was nearby, so I decided to stay here. Also, we need to get ready; the cook is still on leave, so we'll have to make breakfast ourselves."
Aisha nodded, finally feeling more at ease. "Okay.", then she moved to freshen up.
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In the expansive kitchen of the Oberoi Mansion, Aisha was wrestling with a pair of Divyansh's sweatpants that seemed determined to slide down her legs. She gave up trying to make them stay put and instead focused on stirring the pasta, though her irritation was palpable.
Meanwhile, Divyansh, standing at the counter, was biting his lip, trying desperately not to burst into laughter.
"Divyansh, I swear if you laugh one more time..." Aisha warned, her tone deadly serious, though it only made him snicker.
"I'm not laughing!" he managed, though his shaking shoulders said otherwise. He glanced over at her, barely holding it together. "But come on, Aishh, this is priceless. You look like a kid playing dress-up in her dad's clothes."
