Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
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One week later.
Life was going smoothly. Almost too smoothly. I had just wrapped up a meeting about launching my jewelry brand, another company under my name. It was still in the initial stages, but I had already contacted a few project managers to discuss market research. Adhiraj, being the perfectionist he is, went over everything with me at night, explaining the pros and cons in detail. His insights helped a lot, and honestly, I loved the way he took time out for me despite his own packed schedule.
Everything was going fine. Except for my nausea.
This morning, when the workers served parathas dripping with ghee, I felt the bile rise in my throat. The mere smell made my stomach churn.
I pushed the plate away, and Adhiraj instantly noticed. Without asking much, he took my paratha for himself and told me to drink some juice instead. He didn't push me, just quietly took care of me like always. After breakfast, he dropped me off at my flower shop before heading to his company.
Now, it was afternoon, and my head wouldn't stop spinning.
Ishita and Rithvik had left for their honeymoon to Switzerland two days ago, and while I was happy for them, I felt exhausted. Maybe it was the stress, or maybe I wasn't getting enough rest. I told the salesgirls to manage the shop and went to my desk, resting my head against the cool wooden surface.
I didn't feel good.
I picked up my phone and checked the time. If it was lunch hour, Adhiraj would be free. Without wasting a second, I dialed his number. And He picked up after two rings.
"Buba," his voice immediately softened.
"What happened?" I swallowed, my throat dry.
"I don't feel good, Raj."
"Where are you? Still at the shop?" The concern in his voice was immediate.
"Mhm," I nodded weakly, knowing he couldn't see me.
"I'm coming," he dismisses, already knowing the answer.
"Is it possible?" I whispered, feeling guilty for disturbing him at work.
"I'm coming," His tone left no room for argument. A tiny smile formed on my lips. He never made me feel like a burden.
"Don't cut the call," I mumbled, pressing my cheek against the desk.
"Just talk to me. Distract me," I heard the rustling of his chair and the sound of him moving.
"Alright, my love. Tell me... what do you want to talk about?" I thought for a moment.
"Did you eat?" A low chuckle.
"Not yet. I was about to when my wifey called."
"Liar. You were probably buried in files," I rolled my eyes.