...present...
shuriya was standing in front of a window, he was so near achieving his revenge, his eyes fell to the ring her still wore after so many times, his mind journeyed back in time
... 1 months later...
Sameera sighed and looked around her apartment, feeling bored. Ridhima and her friend naintara had just dropped her home. Sam was shopping for the wedding and those two were helping her. Ridhima was really sweet and nice but she mostly remained quit while her friend naintara she spoke too much. She kept chattering, asking where sam studied, who were her friends, how does it felt to be a model etc, sometimes sam felt like she was a doctor taking her case history. Sometimes, when her question got too personal sam would change the topic but mmostly she answered wanting to fit in with ridhima and her friend because shuriya had n't said anything, sam felt he wanted her to get along with his sister.
Sam kind of understand shuriya's POV, ridhima was to him what candance had been to Sam. But now, she was paying for being so good, she had a massive headache and on the top of it shuriya had to go back to India.
That was another thing which worried her, she could not understand his culture and she couldn't speak hindi either. She had asked shuriya to teach her hindi and end result was that she now knew
how to say I love you in seven languages. He had started with hindi, then spanish, then french...she had figured out what he was teaching her when he tried it in spanish as she had taken it in high school but she had let him carry on.
She smiled and then frowned, this was really hopeless. Now, she was even day dreaming about him. What to do now, ow to pass time, she had stopped modelling although shuriya had never said anything against her career, it was just that sam was pregnant and she knew her time was short.so, she was quiting before anyone else guessed because nothing remained hidden from camera.
Shuriya had bought the patent rights for all the shoots she had even done and now they can never be reprinted. She smiled again. He had made her sign document according to which she was his partner in all the shares he held in any corporation and his accounts were now shared by her. She had refused saying to wait till wedding but he had been going crazy since she announced she was pregnant, buying a house for her in london, although she had absolutely refused to move out of this flat, it had so many sweet memories. But all in all she was totally financially secure now. He had made document so loophole tight that according him now even I can't override them.
Suddenly, her gaze focused on the mirror, their was a big goofy smile on her face. This honestly was too much, she can't stop thinking about the man for a second, she needed a diversion. She decided to call maan who had come back from india. She had introduced him to shuriya but she had felt that shuriya was bit cold to maan. She knew the reason, shuriya was way too much possessive and for some unknown reason perceived maan as his competition. Maan had felt it as well and mostly made excuses to stay away. But now, she was free so she called him and told him she was feeling lonely and how about meeting at coffee shop. He jokingly said,'' so you remember poor old me when he is away.'' sam teasingly replied,''well you substitute so many girls for geet, I guess we are even.'' he had laughed and said,'' geet is geet, an original, no one can replace her,'' sam had said,''ohhh.'' then, said, I am waiting at the coffee shop.
They met and had a full time fun, he teased her about shuriya and sam pulled his leg about geet. They were both oblivious to the man who had followed sam and taken pictures of them together.
...next day...
ridhima looked at pictures, tears in her eyes, '' how can she do this to my brother, he loves her so much?''
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Mannmeet (completed)
RomanceWarning: This is an unedited story. Grammar and spelling mistakes are present. # 1 on #India & #wattpad on 8th January 2020 'Some says, it started with a hug while other says with a kiss; but I say it started for me with I HATE YOU.' ~Geet Haunda 'I...