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
I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness and take in my surroundings. The living room is quiet except for the faint chatter of the TV in the background. A soft breeze drifts in from the open window, carrying with it the faint smell of coffee. It feels peaceful, almost surreal.
Then I realize it—Shayantika is curled up in my lap, her breathing soft and steady. Her hair falls loosely over her face, and for a moment, I'm unsure if I should move or stay frozen. She looks so calm, so at ease, and I don't want to disturb her.
"How did this happen?" I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the TV. I try to recall last night, piecing together moments like fragments of a dream. Did we fall asleep watching movies? Did we talk until we couldn't keep our eyes open anymore?
I glance at the coffee table, now a mess of empty mugs, popcorn bowls, and an abandoned remote control. It's all so ordinary yet feels like a scene from a memory I want to keep forever.
The sunlight shifts slightly, landing on Shayantika's face. She stirs, her eyelids fluttering open slowly. Her hazel eyes meet mine, and for a second, there's a pause—a quiet exchange of something unspoken.
"Good morning," she mumbles, her voice groggy but soft, as she shifts to sit up.
"Morning," I reply, feeling the warmth of her presence fade as she moves away from my lap.
She rubs her eyes and stretches, her movements unhurried and casual, as if this is something we've done a thousand times before. But for me, it feels new. Different. Like it means something more.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep on you," she says with a small laugh, her cheeks turning a shade pinker.
"It's fine," I say, smiling. "You looked comfortable."
We sit there for a moment, the morning light wrapping us in its golden glow, the world outside seemingly distant. And for the first time in a while, I feel... content. Like this is exactly where I'm meant to be.
Shayantika picks up the remote and flips through the channels, breaking the silence. "Hungry?" she asks, glancing at me.
"A little," I admit, my stomach growling on cue.
"Let's raid the kitchen," she says, standing up and pulling me along.
And just like that, the day begins—simple, ordinary, but somehow perfect.
♡✿♡
After breakfast, I couldn't shake the feeling that today was going to be different. Special, even. There was something about the way Shayantika moved around my kitchen, her hair still slightly messy from sleep, that made the air feel heavier, like a promise waiting to unfold.
