Alina was ecstatic when she got selected for an internship in Noida's best Architecture firm- Infinite Designs. Her parents were apprehensive, but she was positive and determined. Only if she knew she was going in for a rollercoaster ride that woul...
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In the cold Delhi winter night with an eerie silence, a soft melody playing from a piano echoed through the deserted halls of a luxury villa. A man sat at the piano, his eyes closed and his fingers sliding over the keyboard effortlessly. He moved his head to the tune that he played and doesn't stop when he felt soft fingers glide over his bare shoulders. Then delicate arms wound around his neck and he inhaled feeling warm breath against his ear.
'What are you doing here, Haider?' A woman's soft voice sensually whispered into his ears. Haider smiled with his eyes closed.
'I am de-stressing myself, Riya.' He replied in a low tone. Riya let out a small chuckle and brushed her lips against his ear lobe.
'Wasn't our intimate time together not de-stressing enough?' She sighed. Haider scoffed in response and held her wrist. He pulled her to the front and opened his eyes. Their gaze met and they exchanged smiles.
Riya held the blueish-white duvet against her body tightly with one hand while she tugged on his hand with the other and urged him to stand up.
'Come.' She leaned and ran her long fingernail along his cheek, - 'Let me de-stress you some more.' She planted a kiss on his lips, and he smiled in response. Riya took a step back as he stood up. They continued to share a passionate eye-lock as he held her waist and pulled her closer. She gasped and then giggled.
'We just got into a relationship, Riya. You sure about being this close to me?' Haider enquired; his tone changed. Riya smiled, blinking softly at him.
'You are mysterious and hot. I am a little apprehensive but,' – she paused to kiss him again, - 'I am sure I can tame you.' She replied with confidence.
Haider moved his head back letting out a burst of cold laughter, - 'You aren't the first person who is telling me this.' – he leaned and held the back of her head, he brought his face closer to her ear- 'Also, you won't be the last.' He hissed and moved back. Riya smiled whilst shaking her head.
'I am not a weakling to run away so easily.' She confessed.
Haider caressed her back over the satin duvet and replied, - 'Every woman who I have been with say the same as you. Like others before you, they noticed that I am mysterious, hot and of course,' – he paused to peck her cheek and earned a smile, - 'rich but baby, I am more than that.' He winked at her.
Riya shifted and held his face with her hand, - 'Trust me, Haider Minhas I want to know more.'
Haider raised his eyebrow and smirked, - 'You are sure?' Riya nodded, then in response, he grabbed her and began to kiss her. She cupped his face with her hands as she reciprocated to the kiss, not bothering about the duvet that fell down piling at their feet.
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Haider walked with his bodyguards just behind him and his assistant, a meek-looking middle-aged and balding man Mr. Banerjee struggled to catch up with him. Haider walked briskly, passing by many employees and ignoring their greetings. But he kept his ears to Banerjee as he read out his schedule for the day.
