He pecked my forehead and attached our forehead we were breathing heavily due to the ferocious kiss we have shared and damn god he is good, na! na! -fantastic kisser.
"How many times have you kissed before?"
"Never. Ahana never you are my first and...
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"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mehra," I said, shaking hands with Rajveer Mehra, one of our clients who had recently hired us for the upcoming 50th anniversary event of his company. However, there was something about him that made me uncomfortable.
"It feels good to see some beautiful faces like you around here," he remarked, his words laced with an air of insincerity.
"Wish I could say the same," I replied nonchalantly, shrugging. "I don't find anyone interesting here."
"Haha, nice one. I appreciate your designs you sent that day. You refused to meet me the last minute though," he continued, his tone casual.
I froze slightly, recalling the day he mentioned. The designs I sent through Ishaan-how could I forget? That day, everything had gone wrong.
"I am so sorry about that day. An emergency came up at the last minute, so I couldn't make it to the meeting," I explained, my voice carefully controlled. An emergency... to hold my broken heart.
The silence between us was awkward, but I finally broke it, stepping back. "I think I'll take my leave now. See you later."
"Looks like you're in a hurry, Ms. Ahana," he said, his voice suddenly taking on a more suggestive tone. "Why not spend some time with me too?"
I forced a smile, trying to keep my composure. "I'm sorry, but I have a business to handle, rather than just sipping free drinks and enjoying the sea view." I turned, the smile still plastered on my face.
He laughed-a sound that sent an unsettling shiver down my spine. That shameless bastard.
I quickly walked away, trying to put some distance between us, but before I knew it, a hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me into a room. In the next instant, I was pinned against the door, and I knew exactly who it was.
I looked up at him, panic rising, and shoved him away with all the strength I could muster. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I yelled, my voice shaking with anger.
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My fists were itching to break someone's jaw-someone's jaw that, at this moment, I wanted to break with all my might. And that someone was none other than the bastard Rajveer Mehra. The way he was talking to her, laughing like some kind of sick joke, made my blood boil. It was reaching a point where I could feel it burning under my skin, threatening to pop my veins if they kept this act going for one more second.
