Addicted to you

Chapter Two

A/N: Welcome back. Here's the next installment of Addicted to you, with an added scene in this new version. It gives more insight into what mostly remained as a backstage scenes in the older version. I like this better, just cause it has a little more content to think about. What do you think? Let me know ;)

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The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color – oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples...

~~ Anna Godbersen ~~

Hotel Oceano Perla

Madrid

Spain

For a man with abundant grace in his slightest movements, projecting formidable presence that commend respect, awed elegance and arrested attention from his audience, Miguel Arnav Salazar was seemingly restless as he paced the length of his office. His lean figure clad in three-piece tailored suit casting a shadow on the neglected pile of papers on the large mahogany table, his dark brown eyes catching golden flecks under the florescent lamp as it washed the room with its dim lighting, paling against the city lights shining brightly through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall; he was anything but the cool, composed, astute businessman that inspired terror in everyone alike. Prancing around like a wounded lion, his sister had once said when she caught him during one of his lows – thought it had been few and far in between – and Nicole would have a field trip in ripping him out for details.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

From the very young age, Arnav knew what he wanted from life. He recognized the first of his desires rising as he laid his head on his mother's lap, listening intently to his father's day – the insights his old man provided in coding was unparallel and the best of the education he received – as the family spent their quiet nights in a small, one-storied house. He would follow his father's footsteps, carve a niche for himself and maybe, help his father develop their small yet promising firm. That was all he had dreamt and worked for in the subsequent years.

Even when his father asked him to stay with his maternal family for a year when the family had been struggling with the loss of his mother, a toddler sister and a sinking firm, Arnav knew for certain that he would work his way and get back everything the family had lost, take them to their former glory.

But now, after careful construction of becoming the man he was, Arnav found himself at the verge of fallout, standing at the edge and staring down into the endless pit of deep, dark abyss. His life turned upside down, filled with utter chaos and there was nothing he could do to rectify the situation he found himself sinking further deeper with no way out, all because of a damned email notification in the stillness of the night when he was trying to get a good night's sleep.

Khushi Gupta!

A simple, short, curt message about an impending trip and her hope of them meeting during her stay was all it took for his life to spiral out of his control.

Apparently, innocent information like sharing a fun trip all the way from India to a friend was casual, harmless and had the strength to strip a man of his sanity, he realized the moment he saw it. And his foolish heart, like it once did at every turn, dived right in, his fingers typing a reply, his mind forming words on its accord. The decade long awaited thoughts rumbling and fighting to shape into meaningful sentences.