Losing the one closest to our heart-the person we once considered our everything-is a pain unlike any other.
Isha and Ryan know this all too well.
They met in school, finding solace in each other's presence, their bond growing stronger with time. Bu...
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“Rey, I want to sleep,” Isha murmured, yawning as she stretched her arms.
“Then take a nap, Cookie. You don’t need to ask,” Ryan replied, eyes fixed on his iPad as he scrolled through something important.
“But I can’t sleep on flights. I never get comfortable,” she pouted, crossing her arms.
Both of them were aboard Ryan’s private jet, heading to Goa. His security team was on a separate flight. The family had wanted to come along, but Ryan had refused, though he never explained why. No one questioned his decision, though it left them curious. He hadn’t wanted Isha to accompany him either, but her stubbornness had won out, and she had tagged along despite his protests.
Hearing her soft complaint, Ryan finally turned his attention toward her, taking in her adorably pouty face. A small chuckle escaped his lips. He shut off his iPad, set it aside, and removed his glasses and coat. Isha watched him with confusion, wondering what he was up to.
He simply adjusted his seat, reclining it further. The jet was already spacious and luxurious, but he made it even more comfortable.
“Here I am struggling to sleep, and you’re making yourself cozy? You heartless human,” Isha huffed with a frown.
Before she could protest further, her eyes widened in shock.
“Ahhh!” she yelped as Ryan suddenly pulled her toward him. Since they were seated across from each other and the table between them was not open, he effortlessly closed the distance.
The jet had only four seats, giving them plenty of space. She stared at him in disbelief.
“What are you doing?” she asked, still stunned.
Ryan didn’t answer at first. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap, securing her waist with his strong arms. He leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered huskily,
“Helping you sleep, princess.”
A shiver ran down Isha’s spine. Embarrassed, she fisted his shirt and buried her face into his chest. Ryan smiled at her reaction, running his fingers gently through her hair. Slowly, her breathing evened out, and he realized she had fallen asleep. He pressed a soft kiss on the crown of her head, rested his head back, and closed his eyes while holding her close.
Ryan and Isha finally arrived at their resort—one of Ryan’s own. He owned four luxury resorts in Goa, along with several private yachts. This particular resort was in a secluded area, offering complete peace and privacy.
As they entered, the staff greeted them in perfect synchronization, standing in a neat line. The manager personally escorted them to their suite.
Their room was the most luxurious in the resort. Isha stepped in first, her eyes scanning the elegant decor in awe.
