But then I felt the shift in the room. The silence that followed his shadow. I lifted my eyes, and there he was. Nicolo. Tall, immaculate even in the dull light of the hospital. The devil who looked like sin in a tailored suit standing in the middle of a ward full of pale patients. My throat tightened, but I forced my gaze back down to the notes in front of me. "Amrita."His voice rolled across the room like smoke.I pretended not to hear. I continued checking the patient's IV line, adjusted the flow, and scribbled on the chart. ✿✿✿✿✯✯✯✯✿✿✿✿✯✯✯✯✿✿✿✿✯ You know you won't stay here forever in India," I said bluntly, keeping my voice low but firm. "Then what about those kids?" His smirk flickered. For a moment, silence stretched between us. He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle piece he couldn't quite force into place."You assume too much," he murmured. "I assume what's logical," I shot back. "You're American. A businessman. A mafia.." I bit back the word before anyone else could hear. copyright ©️ Dark Romance
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