My Perfect Life follows Alia Mehra, a 22-year-old dreamer who longs for her Prince Charming and a flawless life amidst the challenges and dangers that stand in her way. Alia, a quintessential romantic, immerses herself in fairy-tales and romance nov...
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Ayaan Singhania's POV
I was sleeping when I felt someone's lips on my face. What the fuck? I hurriedly got up to see a girl lying beside me naked and was kissing me. What the fuck is she doing here? Or a more important question, who is she?
"What the hell are you doing here and who the hell are you?" I snapped at her angrily as she disturbed my peaceful sleep. Who am I kidding? I never sleep peacefully. Whenever I try, I always got nightmares of that night. Anyways, back to the topic.
"You forgot? We met last night at the club then you brought me here," The girl said to me, looking confused. Frankly speaking, I didn't even know her name and sure as hell didn't remember last night. I was too drunk to notice whom I had brought home. I mean, she is not even my usual taste.
"Yes, I remember but still it didn't give me an answer to why the fuck you are still here," I told her.
"But I thought-" I cut her off in between whatever she was about to say.
"You thought that just because I have brought you here and we had sex last night, it means I like you, right? Bullshit. I don't even know your name, and frankly speaking, I don't even remember bringing you in here. And last but not the least, I DON'T DATE!" I snapped at her, getting angry.
"You jerk, asshole! How dare you play with my emotions!" she replied, trying to look intimidating but looking like a small cat.
"Oh please, don't give me this shit like I have broken your life-long dreams or something, you slept with me because I'm rich. I know your type of girls quite well. And before I call security, get out," I retorted, getting angry now. First, she disturbed my sleep and now she is behaving like I had promised her something and didn't follow through with it. She picked up all her clothes and left my room, banging the door harshly. I knew I was too harsh on her and mostly the mistake was mine but who cares.
What a great start to the morning. I looked around and picked up my phone to see the time. It was 9 in the morning, way past my usual waking up time but since today is Sunday, I didn't have to worry about the time.
I quickly went inside the bathroom to do my morning routine and freshen up. After 30 minutes, I walked towards my closet to see what to wear. As it was Sunday, I decided to wear casual clothes which consist of a grey colour tee and track pants. After wearing my clothes, I headed downstairs to see everything was quiet.
Oh yeah, I remember, Sunday means holiday as Ms. Meera says. Ms. Meera has been living with me for quite a few years. Ms. Meera is a middle-aged-women in her late 30's. Her husband died in the army serving our country. And since then, she has been living with me as my caretaker. And she is the only living family I have left to call mine. I respect her a lot. She is the only person I respect in the world.
