Avinash Singh Rathore 28 years old businessman and a billionaire, CEO of Rathore Empire for everyone but in the dark he is the king of Mafia. He is handsome, cold, ruthless, arrogant, a person with dark aura, everyone wish a death apart to meet him...
"But jaan you are breathtaking" I said making her blushed more. When this idea came in my mind it's sound good but when I saw her giggling smiling between flower its make my efforts thousands percent more appreciable.
"And you are chezzy....now let me go" she said and trying to break hug but i tight my grip around her waist.
She looked at me with thinned eyebrow. She seriously thought I fear from her but she don't know she looks more cuter.
"Moon"
"Hmm"
"Did you want to talk about last night?"
"No....just a bad dream" She said diverting her gaze.
"Hmm"
About last night when she had a panic attack my breath hitched seeing her in that difficult situation. She suffered alot she hide alot. I need to win her trust her heart so I help her in this.
"Avinash"
"Ji jaan"
"What we do with all these flowers"?
"You tell"
"Can we send these to hospitals?" She shyly ask looking between my face and her hands. My kind wife
"Yes we can...I tell them they took these to our hospital. Ok"
"Hmm....now let me go" She again trying to go
I released her from my hug. She looked at me giving me teasing smile and kissed the flowers. I bring these I deserve this kiss not this non living thing.
I squinted my eyes at her side. She gave me her best smile and put the flowers near bed side table and ran to closet.
I call workers and to hospital authorities that I send flowers from Mrs Rathore. We have many hospital across country also adopted some. My dadi died from cancer because that time they didn't have enough money nor proper medication so when my dadu became a successful businessman they built hospital for needy persons.
In ten minutes my room clean like before I send all flowers except her white roses bouquet. She came from bathroom after take a shower and change in a lavender color suit. She ignored my presence and stood before vanity did her skin care and then apply lipstick making a pout fuck it give me a hard time. To urge her kiss senselessy provoke in me. She fill her hairline with sindoor of my name and then wear her silver jhumka.
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( Her outfit)
I look at her forget about my work my responsibilities every fucking human in world. Just me and her. She turned to me making a loose braid of her long hairs some strands still on her face
"Chale"
I just nodded its hard for me to speak anything before her beauty. I pull out my phone from pant pockets and click her photo.
