chapter 4

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I wake up the next morning at 4:00 am and workout till 4:45 am. I workout 5 days a week in the gym in my apartment and every weekend I go for a jog outside.
There is a gym in my building but it gets crowded with girls and women at 4 am. "Women are truly amazing. They wake up so early to work out and then get on with their chores for the rest of day" I said to Adil once and he banged his head on the wall.
"Bhai, they are not there to work out," said Adil.
"Then?" I asked.
"Bhai, think about it. You are the only man in that gym at that time of the day. And you are single and rich. You are good at maths. Add everything together" said Adil and since then I work out in my apartment.

I have a two-story penthouse with a gym, an office, 3 bedrooms and of course a beautiful marble kitchen.

I have a two-story penthouse with a gym, an office, 3 bedrooms and of course a beautiful marble kitchen

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Everything is white

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Everything is white. The walls, the furniture and the white marble kitchen top.
I love the colour white. It's a very peaceful colour. I have very little furniture in the apartment cause that's the way I like it.

At 4:45 am, I go to one of my guest room which I think has become Adil's second bedroom. I wake him up and drag him to the bathroom.
"You have ten minutes," I say and make him stand below the shower and turn it on.
He screams and I leave, closing the bathroom door.
I take a shower and freshen up and when I come out of my bedroom I see Adil buttoning his jeans and running down the stairs. I know what he is up to.
I smile and walk down the stairs and see him searching for my bike's key.

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