This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhania
The wheels touched down, and even though it was still dark outside, I felt a warmth settle over me. India. Home. For Shayantika, I could tell the feeling was the same but mixed with a glow of excitement from the whirlwind of her time on the runway at the Ethereal Elegance Fashion Show in Australia. Watching her shine there had been unforgettable, but there was something even more special about returning here together.
As we stepped into Mumbai's arrivals hall, the familiar buzz filled the air, the sounds of Hindi and Marathi overlapping, and the smell of spices and chai drifted through from outside. Shayantika looked around, smiling in that quiet way that meant she was drinking it all in.
"Home sweet home," I said, nudging her with a grin.
She nodded, her eyes soft. "There's just... nothing like it, right?"
"I like the way u were so submissive every night." I say her ,smirking.
"ahm...Adrian stop " she coughs a little and elbow me to shut up
We headed toward baggage claim, where she shared little stories from backstage. Even though I hadn't been on the runway, it had felt like my own accomplishment seeing her out there, glowing under the lights with all eyes on her. I'd been right there in the audience, cheering her on.
"And you looked so calm!" I told her, shaking my head in awe. "Like you were born to be on that stage."
She laughed, shrugging. "I was nervous! But I don't know... once I was out there, it just felt so natural."
We finally grabbed our bags, and as we stepped outside into the cool early-morning air, there was Subha, her best friend, waving like her arm was about to fall off. Subha was practically bouncing up and down, her excitement so contagious that I couldn't help but smile.
"Shayantika!" Subha shouted, rushing over. She threw her arms around her. "I couldn't sleep all night waiting to see you both! You have no idea how many photos of you I saved on my phone. You looked amazing!"
"Thanks, Subha," Shayantika said, smiling, a little embarrassed but glowing with pride.
As we all piled into the car, Subha peppered Shayantika with questions about everything—what it was like backstage, the designers she met, the rush of walking the runway. Shayantika shared stories about the backstage chaos, her last-minute nerves, and the surreal feeling of stepping out into that sea of applause. I could tell she was still half-living in that moment, and I was glad she had someone like Subha to share it with.
When we reached her home, her family was waiting for her, even though it was barely dawn. Her mom hugged her tightly, eyes shining with pride, and made sure we were both settled with plates of fresh pakoras and steaming chai. The air filled with laughter and stories, everyone's eyes glued to Shayantika as she talked about Australia. Seeing her family's pride was something special, it made all the hard work feel so real.
