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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" Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime and he stabbed my heart, my hopes and my love for him . He is in my dreams in my breath but I'm not even in his contacts. Is this what a heart broken looks like a woman standing in front of a mirror with imprints of her own fingers on her cheeks reminding her how she regretted falling for him with dishevelled hairs big eyebags and teary blank eyes . She was a person defeated by love defeated by destiny."
I closed my book and slipped it into my bag after finishing the last chapter.
"Ma'am, would you like to have something?" The air hostess's voice made me glance up, and I shook my head in polite refusal. She smiled at me and moved away.
Here I was, sitting in "the billionaire Ishaan's" private jet—a level of luxury that took me completely by surprise. I knew he was wealthy, but I hadn't imagined he owned a private jet. It felt so... extra. At least for someone like me, it made me feel utterly out of place.
I plugged in my headphones and let myself drift into the music, not even realizing when I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, the pilot’s announcement stirred me awake— we were about to land.
After the smooth landing, I heard him make a call, and in no time, men surrounded us, escorting us out to a waiting car.
"How much power do you hold that you have your men in every city?" I couldn’t help but voice my thoughts.
"Did you somehow forget that I’m a billionaire?" he replied, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk.
"Show off," I muttered under my breath, scoffing at his words.
"Whatever helps you sleep," he said, opening the car door for me. I slid into the car, feeling a strange knot tighten in my chest.
We soon arrived at the Airbnb, and I couldn’t shake off the discomfort creeping in. It felt wrong—too much, too generous. He had been bearing all my expenses, and I couldn’t quite figure out why it made me feel so small when someone else spent their money on my stay, food, or anything else. I knew I couldn’t afford the luxury of this hotel, but I still vowed to pay him back some way, at least for the sake of my own dignity.
