#1 in the London Universe series:
Anaya Oberoi, a final-year student at a prestigious college in India, was thrilled to be selected for a student exchange at King's College London. But there was a catch-she had to live with foster parents. To her su...
Disclaimer: The smutty chapters are over but I will add a little touch of them I would love to give the story-line more details and if I add them both the chapter would definitely be thirty minutes long! The next chapter will have the proposal and let me tell you it's the last chapter of this book! I don't know what to feel. Happy? Sad? This book will always be close to my heart.
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I heard the front door swing open, followed by Anaya's voice echoing through the apartment.
"I'm back!" she called out, her tone carrying a mix of exhaustion and relief.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I stirred the simmering pot on the stove. "Welcome back, love," I called out, focused on preparing her favorite meal.
There was a brief silence before she spoke again, this time with a hint of impatience. "Where are you?"
"Kitchen," I answered, already anticipating the sound of her hurried footsteps.
Moments later, she appeared in the doorway, her expression a perfect blend of exhaustion and drama. Without hesitation, she hopped onto the kitchen counter, kicking her legs slightly as she began her usual end-of-the-day complaints.
"It was such a long day," she groaned, tilting her head back with a sigh.
I chuckled softly. My little girl had a big-girl job now, and more often than not, she didn't get home before six-thirty—sometimes even later.
Turning down the heat on the induction stove a few notches, I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel before walking over to her. Without a word, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She melted into it instantly, her body relaxing against mine.
"Feeling better now?" I murmured, rubbing slow circles on her back.
She pulled away slightly, her eyes brightening as she grinned up at me. "Battery charged—fifty percent!" she declared, her voice brimming with playful excitement.
"And what should I do to charge you to a full hundred now?" I asked, effortlessly lifting her off the counter.
Anaya let out a surprised squeal before wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs dangling playfully. "Hmm," she pretended to think, tilting her head dramatically. Then, with a mischievous grin, she said, "Maybe food."
I chuckled, tightening my hold on her for a second before setting her down gently. "Good thing I'm already making your favorite, then."
"and why don't you just fuck me after?" She said kissing my neck
I raised an eyebrow, amused by her sudden boldness. "Oh? So food isn't enough to charge you fully?" I teased
Anaya smirked, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. "Maybe I need extra energy," she whispered, her fingers playfully tracing patterns on my chest.
