She is opposite to him in every way but he can set the whole world on fire just to have her by his side.
She never knew she would fall for a waxy guy, who lacks good-humour.
"ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ"
"ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏ...
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After 10 days -
I tripped on the doorframe again. For the third time this morning. My foot may be on the mend, but clearly, my brain and legs haven't gotten the memo yet. It's like they have a secret deal to make me look like a disaster at all times.
Sliding into my, slightly messy flat, I tossed my keys onto the counter and watched them immediately slide off the edge, hitting the floor with a loud clatter.
"Of course," I muttered to myself, rolling my eyes. "Can't even do that right."
Ten days. It's been ten days since I left the U.S., and for some reason, it feels like I've left part of my sanity behind. I've been in a weird post-wedding daze, as if my brain was still back at the resort, where Saad was constantly glaring at me like I was a stray cat he never agreed to adopt.
The wedding had continued for almost a month, even after the wedding we were in the resort for a week but the Rahmans left earlier because each one of them had some on the other work.
London's grey skies weren't helping my mood. I missed the chaos. The noise. The flirty, funny Sayyid constantly makes quips I wonder how he was brothers with the iceberg honestly I enjoyed his company, dado's lap, Sehar's control freak antics, even Icebergs's scowls. Yeah, I missed those too, which is completely ridiculous because, honestly, Saad is the human equivalent of a cold front. But it's been too quiet since I came back.
I grabbed my coffee and opened my laptop, glancing at the flood of emails. Work had piled up while I was away, but there was a strange comfort in being back in my element. Clumsy as I was, I still knew how to run things here. Well, mostly.
As I sipped my coffee-definitely too hot, burning the roof of my mouth like an idiot-my mind wandered back to Saad. That stupid marriage. His irritated face. And worse, the way my heart did a little flippy thing every time he looked at me during those last few days. Ugh. Why did I feel like I was 16 again, crushing on the unattainable brooding guy from school?
I'm not sure why I even agreed to this ridiculous marriage. Was it the pressure? The weird glimmer of challenge in his eyes that made me want to prove I could survive this? Or maybe it was because, deep down, I liked the way he looked at me, like I was the last thing he expected but couldn't ignore.
My phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was a message from my grandmother:
Dadi:"How's London? Have you heard from Saad?" Me: "dadi London is just perfect but can we not talk about someone cold as an iceberg?"
I snorted. Of course she would ask about him. The whole family's obsessed with this marriage, acting like I just bagged some Bollywood heartthrob instead of a grumpy CEO who probably has nightmares about spreadsheets.
I tossed my phone aside and buried myself in work, but Saad kept creeping into my thoughts. I could almost hear his voice in my head, scolding me for being careless or for not having a plan. As if I ever have a plan.
