The story is about the love and hate between two souls.
It's about a girl named Meera Sharma who is very sweet, kind, and bright. She went through many difficulties in her painful past life but never gave up. When she is leading her life successful...
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She wore an orange-colored Anarkali suit; her hair flowed freely, but she was focused on scrolling through her phone. The moment I entered the elevator, her scent filled the space. When she felt someone's presence, she tried to look at me, but Dhruv and Laksh were making it difficult for her to see. Witnessing her efforts, a small smile crept onto my lips, but I didn't want her to see me in this state. I was covered in blood—she might have noticed the stains. I watched her blurred reflection through the elevator door; that cute, chubby face of hers was making expressions, perhaps she was thinking about me.
Just as I thought this, the elevator doors opened, and she hurriedly stepped out. Her fragrance... oh my god....., it's like heaven. That scent took over my mind, and I took a deep breath as she passed beside me. As she was leaving, something fell onto the floor. It was a bracelet—her gold bracelet. Seeing this, I was about to bend down when Laksh moved to pick it up, but I stopped him. I bent down myself, took the bracelet in my hand, and thought:
"Now you are mine, jaan ."
Thinking this, I lightly kissed the bracelet and tucked it into my pocket. As we stepped out of the elevator, I spoke to Dhruv while walking toward the meeting room:
"I want every piece of information about the employees working on the 6th floor. You have until the meeting is over."
Hearing me, he agreed, settled the arrangements in the meeting room, and after handing over the files in the meeting room, he left to complete his task. On the other side, after a long meeting and discussion, I bought the company and completed the procedures. I went to the CEO's cabin, and as I entered, Dhruv followed and said,
"Sir, here is the information."
He handed me the file, and I told him to leave. Once he left, I opened the file and, after turning a few pages, I found what I wanted. It was her information... Meera Sharma. Such a beautiful face, and the most beautiful part was her honey-brown eyes. I wanted to see those eyes in person.
Flashback ends
Author's POV
Thinking of all this, they reached the airport. Seeing the location, he looked at her again and saw she had fallen asleep while crying. He got out of the car, opened her door, and took her into his arms in a bridal carry. Staring into her face again, he began to murmur:
"You know, biwi jaan (dear wife), this is how I started following you. Since that day, I've known exactly how many times you breathe in a day. That day, I really couldn't control myself; that's why I messaged you and sent those gifts. I didn't want to scare you. Do you remember that party, Jaan (darling)? It was only for you. I really wanted to see you, which is why I arranged that party; I wanted to see those pretty eyes. Otherwise, I never host a party just for purchasing a new company—that is simply what I do. That day, you looked so beautiful, and your eyes were sparkling like stars, but that bastard manager ruined your smile. Because of him, those pretty eyes lost their shine. He dared to put his hand on what is mine, which is why I made him pay the price for it."
