Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 When fear, frustration, and love collide, someone's bound to get punched. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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I was sprawled out on my bed, wearing a tank top and silk pajama pants, with my trusty sleeping mask covering my eyes....the picture of exhaustion and bliss. Last night's reception had drained every ounce of my energy, and I was finally ready to sleep the chaos away. The party, the people, the drama... and let's not forget Adhiraj, who somehow managed to follow me home without attracting a full-on media circus.
It was only a matter of time before the paparazzi caught on. God forbid, the rumors about me and Adhiraj would be all over the place, with Amrita aunt calling me in a panic, imagining my wedding with him in the headlines.
Siya spotted with Adhiraj Singh Rathore! Are wedding bells ringing? Yeah, no thanks. I didn't need that kind of drama in my life. I sighed, snuggling deeper into the sheets, my eyes still hidden behind the blissful darkness of my sleep mask.
All I wanted was peace.
And then my phone rang. The loud, obnoxious sound cut through the silence like a chainsaw, making me groan. 'Ugh, who the hell is calling me at this hour?' I muttered, tossing my sleep mask aside so it hung over my forehead as I squinted at the bright screen.
Hukummmmmm.
Of course.
Adhiraj Singh Rathoreeeeeee!
I rolled my eyes and pressed the "decline" button, throwing the phone back onto the bed as I flopped down with a sigh. Let the man understand that I'm not interested in his morning antics.
But my phone rang again.
And again.
And again.
"NO WAY!"
I groaned loudly, slapping the phone face down on the mattress, silently praying for the calls to stop. The last thing I needed was a morning conversation with Hukum-sa himself. I wasn't emotionally prepared for that kind of chaos.
The ringing stopped, and I sighed in relief. But just as I started to drift back into my precious sleep—
Ping.
My phone buzzed with a message. Groaning, I peeked at the screen through one eye, reading the text.
Adhiraj: If you don't pick up this phone, Siya, I'll be at your doorstep in 10 minutes. You've been warned.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes so hard I thought they might stay there permanently. The audacity of this man. He acted like my boyfriend, like he had a say in when I slept, when I woke up, or when I decided to answer my damn phone. But there was only so much patience I could muster this early in the morning.
