"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
You guys are really unpredictable like when I expect you all to vote you don't and when I don't you all complete the target within days. But I love it how you all completed the target in the previous chapter so here's the new update and yeah i want same response in this chapter too.
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"Ma'am, this is your dress, and here's the bouquet sent by Sir," the man said with a smile lingering on his face. I smiled back at him.
Wondering why? It's because Veer told me to attend a business party as his date tonight, so he sent a dress for me. I initially denied because I don't want anyone to know about us but he really insisted me lot so here I am.
I want to keep our relationship private until it becomes permanent.
To be honest, it took Veer a lot of days to return to his old self after that traumatic day. He ignored me for three days because he was ashamed of showing himself weak infront of me and It took me a whole day to convince him how much I adore him. We spend most of our time together at the office, and while Veeransh is always romantic with me in private, in front of others, I can hardly recognize if he's the same man I'm dating.
I think I'm really lucky to have him. He always pampers me. Over the past ten days, he's sent me ten different flowers, each representing a part of my personality as an apology for his rude behavior. It melted me-how could it not?
I've never felt loved by any man except my brother. My own father treated me like a burden, so I kept my distance. It's not that I don't respect him, I do-just as a father, not as his daughter. When he never gave me the love a daughter deserves, I couldn't find it in my heart to care for him either. But, no matter how much I hate him, there's still a small part of me that craves his love. But forget it, I have Veer now. We've been dating for a month, and even though he's never touched me without permission or asked for a physical relationship, I can see the desire in his eyes. It's not that I'm not ready-I am-but the intensity in his eyes sends shivers down my spine. It's hard to feel him close, even though I want him.
We've kissed many times, and when he kisses me, it's like a hungry beast devouring my soul. For a full ten minutes straight. He once said, "A kiss burns six calories per minute, butterfly." His stamina is like that of the Hulk.
His eyes hold so much desire that it feels like he'd burn the world just to look at me. It's like he knows me better than I know him. He knows my favorite flower is a rose, and my balcony is filled with them. The most shocking part? Last night, out of curiosity, I turned a wheel by the cupboard, and it opened to reveal a huge pink room filled with books of all kinds. I thought it might be a coincidence, but then I saw "Samaira's Bookshelf" engraved on the ceiling. The interiors were beautiful.
There's no way he could have carved my name there by chance. Could this really be something every employee has?
