"We don't meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our paths for a reason, either they change our life or we change theirs." Happy reading.... My nose scrunched up at the bitter smell which had surrounded me for the last three weeks. No matter how many times I had washed my body but the artistic feeling was not leaving my skin. I let my fingers massage my scalp gently and carefully not wanting to hurt the stitches which I had gotten during surgery. A shiver ran down my spine, it happened everytime when I touched my head. The bad and brutal accident came flashing in my eyes, blurring my vision instantly. Yes I called it brutal because someone planned to kill me and we had no clue about him or her who that person was. Even police failed to find out the person because he very cleverly executed his plan with no evidence left behind. I wondered why anyone wanted to kill me. I never harmed any person beside little pranks here and there in my college. It wasn't even that serious
"Why it's complicated and weird" Happy reading…. We both had been working our ass off on allotted work and skipped lunch break also. Then Varun dropped another set of old files on our table saying to complete until office hours end. Eshu was extremely irritated by extra work and cursed him for the suffering. She was looking outside of her cubicle every now and then hoping for a glance of Mr. Abhiman. I wondered why the hell she was so desperate to meet him. "Bro, I will be back in a few.", I said, rising up from my chair pretending to be exhausted. "Where are you going?", she raised her eyebrows at me. "Washroom", I replied. "Okay" I rushed out searching for someone so could tell me where his cabin was located. My bad luck, the corridors were empty so I began to find him by myself. Mission Abhiman office is on ! I didn’t know why but I felt like I was repeating the stuff which happened before with me. A kind of dejavu washed over my brain. I shook my head removing the foolis
I don't know a lot of things which are happening to me these days ! Happy reading…. It had been one week already since I started my internship. It had been difficult and breathless for me. Yes breathless because after my encounter with my husband I mean ex-husband my brain kept thinking about him every damn moment and I didn’t know why. You guys might be wondering why I called him ex-husband right? Because the relationship, whatever it’s forced or inexisted it’s over. I talked with mom and she gave me divorce papers. I saw his signatures, mom told me to think about it once again before I sign them. She also told me he was the one who had been helping her in our business until today. I was speechless at newfound information. The luxury I had been enjoying and even now, it’s all given by him since he established his own business in Mumbai. He started it with his dad’s few shares and had taken the business to its highest peak in the span of a few years, that he became one of the riche
"IT WAS YOU AND IS YOU. Will always be only you, NO MATTER WHAT I AM STILL WITH YOU." Happy reading…. He threw a bundle of pictures in my direction, they all landed on the floor, falling around my feet. I looked at them baffled and my hands immediately flew to my lips to cease the gasp that was about to escape in complete shock. A little baby girl and a five years old boy were in all of them. The little girl was me but the boy? I was licking his thumb, I was playing with his hair, I was kissing his face, I was holding onto him crying, I was sleeping on his chest peacefully…. There were a lot of moments captured in those pictures. In every picture I was looking so happy as if he was my world. I looked up to see Abhiman who was standing at his desk, his upper body was leaning over the desk. His jaw was clenching and posture held agony. "Was it you in these pictures?", I asked him in a low voice while trying to process them in my brain, I was flabbergasted. "Yes, it is me who was
"The magic of the first rain of the season." Happy reading..... He carried me towards his car and placed me carefully in the passenger seat. He closed the door and sat in his driving seat. I could feel his hand brushing the wet hair away from my face and tugging it behind my ear. He took a dry towel from his back seat and started wiping my face. His fingertips came in contact with my cold skin, my body shivered in response. "Abhi..", I mumbled slowly and opened my eyes. As usual he stirred, hearing his own name from me. I couldn’t help but curve my lips at his innocent yet deep coffee eyes staring at me worryingly. "Don’t worry, this little beer can’t tame Mihra senses easily. She is absolutely conscious but feeling a little light headed. Other than that I am absolutely fine.", I paused before straightening my body leaning back onto the seat. "Because you are here with me right now.", I said nervously looking down at my lap. "You scared the shit out of me, woman.", he said afte
"Good things take time" Happy reading…. "Like what you see Cara mia" I was choked on my throat literally, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I didn’t expect this coming from him, it’s new to see cheesy Abhiman. I bent my eyes down in embarrassment, I was sure he noticed my flushed face. "Please Abhiman, wear something..", I whined, still blushing like a tomato. "Okay, I am dressed decently. You can see me now.", he announced. I looked down at myself, "I need to change these clothes" I mumbled to myself. "Look, this is my closet. You can take whatever you feel comfortable with." I heard him solving my problem before I could even voice it. This man never failed to surprise me. I nodded and slid down the bed to reach his closest. I took two steps and bumped into his hard chest. "I am sorry.", I mumbled immediately. "Oh! Here I thought you might need my help?", he remarked cockily. My wide eyes shot up to him meeting his coffee ones. They were twinkling mischievously an
"Fireworks, butterflies and tingles. My stomach tasted all these things at once. It is what you feel when you are truly in love right?" Happy reading.... "Keep doing that, I liked it.", he said looking at the fork. I dropped it on my plate and looked at him in confusion. "Keep doing what?" "This is what you are doing right now….warning me like you own me." His coffee eyes shone delightedly, a smile painted his lips. I didn’t know what to say, I just stared him in amusement. "I am really sorry Abhi. I am ashamed of myself for being unreasonably rude to you. But still you have the heart to treat me like a princess." I said, dropping my gaze down. Guilt rose in my heart and I felt tears pricking my eyes. "Honestly, I don't deserve you, Abhi." His hand reached mine which was laying next to my plate and held it gently. "You know what Mihra, I never find any word of yours bad because I know the truth. It would sound absurd out of nowhere when someone suddenly says that you are marr
"I don't need the world, I just need you." Happy reading…. "I soul you love.." he pressed his lips against mine, hot and passionate, our tongues swirling and his hands slid down my shoulders to waist. My feet climbed on his automatically as he guided our tangled bodies to the nearest wall without breaking the kiss. My brain, senses and every cell of my body went frenzy with the taste of his lips. My hands traveled from his shoulders to his neck to tug him, feeling every muscle all the way under my palms. My back came in contact with the wall as he pinned me with my hands above my head. His lips were softer than I imagined, sweeter than honey. He pulled back a second to see my face, I was struggling for breath. "I soul you too..", I whispered breathlessly. He chuckled before connecting his lips with mine again. His hands let go of my wrists and dropped to my head holding me in place. He pecked my lips in a slow and study manner, feeling their delicacy. He did that multiple time