🥇 IN NEUROSURGEON -17 AUGUST
Arjun singh shergill isn't the kind of man you'd want to cross. A ruthless mafia heir with a cold heart and blood stained hands, he protects his family like a lion. One wrong move, one disloyal glance... and you are de...
The alarm screamed, shattering the silence of my room. Like always, my eyes opened instantly..... discipline carved into my veins. But unlike every other day, this morning was different.
For the first time in years, I wasn't waking up with just duty in my chest... I was waking up with a smile. A real one. Because today. Finally. I was going to confess.
Her face flashed in my mind instantly. My Little Panda. My peace. My storm. My everything.
I threw the blanket off and jumped out of bed, but not before pressing a quick kiss to the pillow I had hugged all night, imagining it was my Little Panda.Yeah, pathetic. Like some lovesick teenager who can't sleep without a stuffed toy. Except mine wasn't a toy. It was her in my head, her warmth, her scent, her smile.
"God, I'm losing it," I muttered, yet grinning like an idiot.
After a quick shower, I made my way to the gym. Same routine, same weights, same mirror. But this morning, something inside me buzzed differently. For the first time in my life, I actually stopped mid-set, pulled out my phone, and clicked a mirror selfie.
Why?
Just one reason.....
I wanted her to see me.
I wanted to make her morning a little sexier when she saw my story. I wanted her morning to start with me. A little glimpse of the man who was burning to be hers.
I stared at the picture for a second, sweat glistening on my skin, jaw tight. Not perfect. Raw. Real. She'll like it, I thought and hit post.
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Phone down. Back to workout.
Ping.
My lips curled instantly. I didn't even need to check. I already knew who it would be.
I grabbed the phone with eager fingers... And my damn heart crashed into the floor the second I saw the name.
Nirvair.
Of FUCKING course.
"Aagya mere mood kharab karne ke liye subah-subah," I muttered under my breath, jaw tightening. (Here he comes early in the morning just to spoil my mood.)
I opened his message. And instantly rolled my eyes so hard I thought they'd get stuck.
Nirvair:
"Ayein baigen! Aaj Kammoo ji ne story kive lga ditti?" (Well, well! Since when did Kammoo ji start posting gym stories?)
