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 could feel her pain as she went through her period, so I took care of her for all three days. Every day, I brought her pastries, and we'd go for walks, exploring the town together. Despite her discomfort, her smile was a joy to see. During those days, she was grumpy, playful, angry, and even sad over things I couldn't quite understand. It was a rollercoaster of emotions. Standing in the shower, letting the cool water run down my body, I couldn't help but wonder do all girls go through this during their period? Haha.
"Adrian, come out! I need to gooo!" Shayantika suddenly shouted from outside the door.
I smiled to myself and stepped out quickly, only a towel wrapped around my waist. Pretty sure this would get her flustered. My V-line was on full display, along with my well-trained abs, and my damp hair fell slightly over my forehead. As I stepped out, I shook my head to get the water out, droplets flying everywhere.
She was standing right in front of me, staring like she had just seen an angel or something. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes shamelessly roamed over me before she caught herself and looked away, trying to act unbothered.
I smirked. "You're staring, Minha" I teased, leaning lazily against the doorframe. "Like what you see?"
Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and she scoffed, crossing her arms. "As if," she muttered, but her eyes betrayed her.
I took a slow step forward, closing the space between us. "Mhm... You sure? Because you look like you're about to faint," I said, lowering my voice just enough to make her shiver.
She rolled her eyes, but I caught the way she gulped. "Move, Adrian. I need to take a bath."
I grinned. "Go ahead," I said smoothly, but just as she tried to pass me, I caught her wrist gently. She blinked up at me, confused, and before she could say anything, I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Don't miss me too much," I whispered before letting her go.
She hurried into the washroom, slamming the door shut behind her, but not before I heard her mutter, "Idiot," under her breath.
I chuckled to myself, running a hand through my damp hair. Teasing her was just too easy.
Today was our last day in Hyderabad, and I was already missing all these moments with Shayantika. Every laugh, every tease, every stolen glance it all felt too precious to leave behind.
With a sigh, I got dressed in my finely customized tuxedo, drying my hair completely before fastening my signature star cufflinks. Maybe some people collect belts, rings, or watches, but me? I have a collection of cufflinks, tuxedos, and, of course, sports cars.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I smirked. Time to make this last day count.
As Shayantika stepped out, my breath caught for a moment. She was stunning—wrapped in an elegant black dress with puffed sleeves that framed her delicate shoulders, the knee-length fabric hugging her curves like it was sculpted just for her. She wasn't just beautiful; she was ethereal. A queen. My queen.
