Novels by Miraal1224

Anay slumped over the bar, his eyes glassy from the numerous drinks he had consumed. His friends, Rachit and Ananya and Rohan sat on either side of him, listening intently as he rambled on about Erica ."What I didn't do for this girl..." Anay began, his voice laced with bitterness. "I chased her around like a puppy, sending her stupid cards and flowers, chocolates... roaming around restaurants like a small-town couple. I pretended to be a funny guy just to pull her up... then finally, she accepted my proposal and got into a relationship with me."Anay took a gulp of his drink, his eyes flashing with anger. "And what did that bastard Kabir do? Nothing... absolutely nothing apart from gatecrashing my wedding. And she's wrapped around him like anything... I mean, how? When she was with me, she had always pushed me away, showed me tantrums whenever I tried to get close to her... so I thought maybe because she's a middle-class girl... but look at her now... she didn't have any problem get

Erica emerged from the bathroom, steam swirling around her like a silken veil. The white bathrobe clung to her, softening her figure, while her hair was wrapped in a towel, droplets of water still glistening on her skin. She stepped to the mirror, the cool glass reflecting her as she began to apply moisturizer to her hands and neck.As she focused on her reflection, a flicker of awareness jolted through her. In the mirror, she saw Kabir, propped against the headboard of the bed, his dark eyes fixed intently on her. He had woken late, the remnants of sleep still lingering in his gaze. The air thickened between them . Time stretched in that charged silence, each heartbeat echoing like a distant drum.Kabir's expression was unreadable, a storm brewing beneath the surface, his eyes a mix of longing and restraint. She could feel the tension curling around them, a palpable force that made her breath hitch. After a moment that felt like eternity, Erica turned slowly, her heart racing as she

Smriti stepped into the kitchen, the rich aroma of something sweet wafting through the air. There was Erica, her back turned, focused on her task."What are you making, Erica, in the afternoon?" Smriti asked her expression a mixture of surprise and disdain. Erica glanced up, a mix of surprise and delight crossing her features. "Oh, aunty! I'm making gulaab jamun for Kabir!" She smiled before returning to her work.A flicker of irritation ignited within Smriti. "If I'm not mistaken, I don't think he eats sweets," she said, her tone laced with mockery.Erica shot her a cold smile, choosing silence over a pointless argument. Smriti pressed on,. "You think sweets will win you a place in his life?Erica looked up to her again.... listening to her taunting voice.She folded her arms, the challenge clear in her stance." I mean you can try for sure but I don't think it will work....I guess you are mistaking his behaviour towards you as him being in love with you tck..tck....but that's not

Erica entered the room and found Kabir getting ready in front of the mirror. *He had just come back-why is he dressing up now?* She stepped forward, positioning herself slightly to the side of the mirror so she could face him directly. "Are you going somewhere?" she asked, her curiosity piqued."Yes! I'm going for a business dinner. We're planning a multi-investor hotel chain across the coastline, so it's basically about that," he replied.Ohhh...*I thought we'd have dinner together.* Disappointment flickered through her mind but she mask it. "How many people will be there?""Aaaaa... me, samaira seven or eight more businessmen, and their immediate teams."*Ohhh... so the bitch is going too.* The thought stung, but she did say anything. "Take care, okay?" he said, ready to leave.Erica reached out, gently tugging at his coat collar to bring him closer. "Kab, aaoge?" she asked softly, locking her gaze with his. It was the first time someone had asked him that. Kabir felt an unfami

Erica's Pov---------------------His phone rang, breaking the spell between us. I pulled away from his embrace, still sitting in his lap, and watched as Kabir glanced from me to his phone. "Can I take it, please?" he asked softly.I nodded, tucking my hair behind the ear. "Hello, Aditya. What file have you sent? It has so many errors," he said, his voice firm and serious as he started scolding. But even as he spoke, his hand continued to gently caress my back, making me feel the affection in that moment as if assuring me that I matter to him.I couldn't help but trace my fingers along his ear, studying his face so closely. I felt a warmth spreading through me as I stroked his cheek with my thumb.It's all wrong! Is this really what we're going to present at the meeting? There's so much error!" He continued, and I could sense the tension in his voice, like he was holding back a shout-probably because I was here. I love this side of him. He could manage his reactions so well if he wa

It's been more than a month since Erica's miscarriage.... slowly she has started accepting the situation....she was striving towards getting normal....she had started coming down for breakfast and dinner... sometimes she even started having small conversations with Tai and her family....Kabir and her relationship was almost similar to what it was before the only difference was sometimes Erica reply to him and many times she doesn't.... inspite of her not giving much importance...Kabir tried to break the ice between them in Whatever little ways he could!!!!----------------------------------------------Erica was organizing her closet when Kabir entered the room from work...he positioned himself by the bed ... expecting her to notice him...however, when she kept focusing on her task and didn't acknowledge him...after some thought...he eventually called out to her..."Erica!!!!"She turned her gaze back to him ..."Aaaa....will you come here for a second." He said softly Erica looked a