Abhishek.
Is he real? I thought.
I blinked once, twice and thrice. He was still not gone and was still standing dangerously close to me.
I inhaled and I was now breathing his cologne.
I was too confused to even react and in a second he pressed his entire body on me. I was sandwiched between him and the wall.
Hello Everyone!! This is your desi romance writer PEARL! Just feeding her delusion by writing it!
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Abhishek.
“Dad, I’m going out of the country for an award function,” I said while he sat, unfazed by my presence behind him.
“Bye, chachu. Bring massi too next time. I miss her” she pecked my cheek and ran inside the mansion. I stood frozen to the ground.
And she left.
I ran.
SHREYA
"Come back soon, baby." My wife tiptoed and pecked my lips with a small smile.
"I am thinking of taking her to Italy on our Anniversary night for a month-long trip," I exclaimed.
"Shreya, I swear my head would blast off. These kids will be the reason for my death now.
18+ Ahead.
"I don't want to talk to you, Shreya." Hi voice echoed in the living room making me flinch by his sudden outburst.
"I'm glad that I could help you, Mrs Agnihotri," I said with a light smile but the lady in front of me gave me her brightest smile which made me happy but not much.
"Dad, you are getting old. Just drop the act," I said as I leaned back on the couch, looking at my father, who kept on admiring himself in the mirror.
"Bhabhi! You should wear this golden sari." Aashika came with a beautiful golden saree in her hand.
"I fucking care. This is my company. I will burn the person who tries to defame it.
"You didn't go home?" I asked in utter shock because the man in front of me was real.
"Remove their covers." I inhaled a huge puff as I leaned on my chair.
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It is irritating me now. Everything is getting on my nerves. I don't know what's up with humans and their fucking ego.
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