❝ 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥❞
When 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚, walks into his world, she's nothing but soft edges and shy glances-a girl burdened with debts, abandoned by a father who never cared. She only wants f...
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A M A Y A
Abhimanyu’s gaze didn’t leave Amisha as he stopped the car in front of his house. Snatching the keys from the dashboard, he handed them to her. She nodded silently, too lost in the weight of his stare fixed solely on her.
As she stepped out, he reversed the car into the garage. Amisha glanced around, visibly impressed.
“Wow…” she murmured, walking toward the main door.
She unlocked it and pushed it open. The lights flickered on automatically, revealing a space that was elegant and modern, every corner sharp in black and white. Classy. Cold. Perfectly him.
How could he even afford this?
Oh, right, his best friend owns Casa Oberois. Of course.
Shaking her head, Amisha set the keys and her bag on the coffee table. She wandered into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and drank in silence. When she returned, she wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing them for warmth as her eyes flickered toward the door, waiting for him.