"I'm not your brother." A devil smile played on his lips.
Elevating the right brow, I asked, "What do you mean?"
My hand clenched the beer bottle as his gaze intruded into mine.
I hated him. I told the ugliest things of my life to him. I confessed...
To everyone who is going to miss the Oberois, don't forget to check out the prequel of all the stories, The Things we Lose and Love. It is a novella on Kabir and Nisha's parents. First seven chapters are already posted and it is a very fast-moving story. I am sure you will love it.
It can be read as standalone because it has no connection with any myself stories but it will help you understand why Kabir is known to be like his father.
The story of their parents is worth reading.
Maybe you will see some characters from Myself series too.
Maybe you will who was Udisha.
And don't worry, the ending will be good.
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Synopsis:
"We shouldn't be doing this," I whispered, protesting at the back of my throat.
He curled his finger around the strand of my hair. "But we're doing this." His lips inched closer to mine. "We're always doing this."
Squeezing my eyes, I pushed him back through the shoulders and stood up from the couch. "Arnav, I--"
"You're engaged," He exasperated, curling his palm into a fist before standing up from the floor. The same wall built his face, the same hidden annoyance reached into his bones. "Ms. Thawani, would you mind leaving? I have a meeting in five minutes."
"Arnav, listen--"
"Mr. Oberoi," He rectified, breaking all the ties hanging between us with one word. "Leave." He grabbed his files from the table. "When I come back, I don't want to see you here."
And he walked out of my with the snap of his fingers, his face hard, his eyes angered and everything cut out.
