Book One of "The Roses" Series
✿PINK ROSE✿
Vikrant was a man shaped by shadows-ruthless, calculating, and unyieldingly cold. In his world, softness was a weakness, and mercy was a foreign concept. He had climbed the ranks of the underworld, his name...
'Hua Hain Aaj Pehli' -Amaal Malik, Armaan Malik _______________________________
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I glanced at my wristwatch again, I was 20 minutes early. A knot of nervousness coiled inside me, something I wasn’t used to. I’d never been nervous before. Not when I attended my first solo meeting, nor when I stood in front of thousands to receive an award. But now, here I was, feeling the tension grow.
I pulled out my phone and opened the message that had been replaying in my mind since I received yesterday evening.
"Vikrant, join me for dinner. We have much to discuss.”
It was a simple message from him, but for some reason, it carried weight.
“You're early,” came Sir's voice, calm and commanding. I immediately rose to my feet, offering a smile. His royal blue suit added a sense of importance to the moment, making the atmosphere feel even more formal. He extended his arms, inviting me in for a hug. I leaned in, returning the embrace briefly before he pulled back.
"Let's sit," he said with a warm smile.
With a nod, I took my seat across from him. The silence in the restaurant was profound, the air undisturbed, just as I had intended by reserving the entire place for our uninterrupted meeting.
Breaking the silence, I said, "Shall we order the food?" His smile was calm as he replied, "No," causing my eyebrows to knit in confusion. Before I could question it, he continued, "I want to talk to you first."
I nodded, unsure of where this was going. "Yes, Sir," I responded.
He took a deep breath, his tone shifting slightly. “This dinner isn’t about a student and his teacher but about a father and a grown man,” he said.
In that moment, everything clicked into place. The real reason behind this dinner became clear, something much deeper than I had anticipated.
"You love my daughter?" Sir's voice rang clear, making my head snap toward him. The question was unexpected, but I didn’t flinch. Without hesitating, I nodded and said, “With my whole heart.” The confidence in my voice left no room for doubt.
"How much?" he asked, his tone now carrying the weight of a father’s concern, no longer just my teacher.
I exhaled slowly, preparing myself. This wasn’t just any conversation, it was about the woman who owned my soul. Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze with unwavering resolve and began to speak.
"The numbers are far too small to capture it," I replied, my voice steady with conviction.
"Every drop of water scattered across the ocean, that's how deeply I love her. Every shape of the clouds drifting in the sky, countless and ever-changing, that many. Every bright star twinkling in the night sky, each one represents the extent of my love for her.”
