⁂𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⁂
"I'll look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay."
Nirbhay RaiSinghania, a shrewd and successful business-tycoon who sits at the pinnacle of his empire, but beneath...
“I overdosed Should've known your love was a game Now I can't get you out of my brain Oh, it's such a shame”
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⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂𑁍𑁍᪥᪥𑁍𑁍⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂
𝐍𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
It had been two whirlwind days since I met Nirbhay in Moscow, and this day held a special significance. That's because he had asked to take me somewhere special, a place he had mentioned two days ago at his penthouse when he extended the invite. The anticipation had been building up, and I was eager to finally discover where he would be taking me.
Since Nirbhay had re-entered my life, a whirlwind of emotions and conflicted feelings had once again enveloped me. My mind was at odds with my heart, as I desperately tried to make sense of the confusing mix of emotions that he stirred within me. It was as if I was riding a never-ending rollercoaster of conflicting desires and conflicting loyalties.
My head knew what was right, but my heart seemed to betray those very ideals whenever he was near me. It was a mess, but it was also strangely captivating.
I sat on the edge of my bed, my finger mindlessly scrolling through my phone screen, yet my thoughts kept straying to him. Without even realizing it, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips, as if just the mere memory of him was enough to involuntarily elicit a warm reaction within me.
In frustration, I mentally cursed at the effect he had on me. It was as if this man was slowly but surely eroding away at my sense of sanity.
I couldn't help but think: "Oh great, this man is driving me insane."
The familiar sound of my ringtone cut through the silence, alerting me to an incoming call. I already knew exactly who was on the other end before I even looked at the screen. With a roll of my eyes, I hit the green button and answered, my voice tinged with a hint of irritation as I spoke.
"Ab aap kya chahte ho?" I asked, not even bothering to hide my annoyance and feigned indifference.
["What do you want now?")
I knew exactly what expression he must be wearing on his face at that moment – that infuriating smirk and his amused chuckle rumble through the line, that was both aggravating and charming at the same time.
Despite my best efforts to maintain a composed demeanor, I found myself once again struggling to control my frustration. I took a deep breath before replying to him.
