Those Five Nights of December

Those Five Nights of December

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TFNOD Eesha Mehta is a hardworking, budding architect who never experienced true happiness in life. When her paths crossed with those of her flamboyant boss, she hardly noticed, chaos prevailed. Reyan Irani is a man with wings, forever ready to take a flight to party clubs and to the top of his well designed buildings. An architect by profession, the CEO of his architectural firm Warehouse, finds himself tangled with her employee when he finally begins to notice her. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "Weren't you the nerd type?" He said and I hate that word. Everyone, during my high school days, has always teased me with this word. I am not one but Reyan seemed unnerved by my eye roll. He chuckled "I always thought of you as a nerd, nerd without spectacles, no braces, and no social life." "You think about me?" I asked him, IN MY HEAD. Reyan bored his chocolate eyes into mine. And that smirk! That smirk never leaves his lips and for the first time, it did things to me I absolutely wasn't familiar with. He charmed me well enough to make me fall for him in just four meetings. Reyan surely has his own ways with me. "You live with stereotypes, I see." I hissed, words coming out barely a whisper as our proximity wasn't making me uncomfortable. And that is so uncomfortable. Isn't it? I could feel his eyes on me and it made me conscious. Do I look bad? I thought and looked down at myself. "Checking yourself out eh?" He asked with a laugh. "You look perfect!" Reyan complimented me. "He would be a jerk to let go of someone as simply gorgeous as you, if he does." He said to me, eye to eye, and began walking towards me. His eyes never left mine as I walked backwards in response to his movements. I eventually lost my balance due to constant back tracking. But I didn't fall because his warm and strong hands caught me by my bare waist, on time and I clung to his torso because who likes falling? Falling for this man, however, becam
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She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

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