"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
"I am addicted to his scent, breath, touch and all of him." Happy reading…. "Mom! ", I said as soon as she picked my call. "Oh sweety, how are you ?", she asked me, her voice filled with worry. "Mom I am good, in fact I am so happy. This is all because of you", I said slowly as I sniffed a little. "Mihra, are you crying?", mom asked me. "No mom, don't worry, I am just overwhelmed by happiness.", I paused a second before continuing. "Sorry, I scared you." "Yes, you did scare me to hell, thank god Abhiman found you on time. What if he didn’t come to find you there? You have any idea what would have happened to you, you have already had an accident, remember? Please from next time don’t pull such a stupidity, my heart can’t take it anymore.", her voice cracked in heaviness. "I am so sorry mom, I realised my mistakes. I promise, I will never repeat them again" She calmed down herself and spoke after a small pause. "What do you think about Abhiman?", mom asked me hopefully, my he
"Your safety is my responsibility now, I promise you that" Happy reading… Abhiman’s p.o.v I woke up with a throbbing head in my office room and sighed as some disturbing images flashed through my brain from.last night. I went directly to Sirish's home and was shocked to know that his father was really a well known man in the business world. He asked for my company shares many times and wanted to do business with me. But due to no vacancy, I refused him gently, not wanting to appear rude to him. I wondered how this fucktard Sirish could be his son. The second, when I stepped inside I noticed Sirish sitting in the hall while blasting music in his ears and shaking his feet. My fist clenched and my face contorted seeing him. Mihra's words knocked my brain once again. That’s it I lost control and stormed towards him furiously. The next moment, my foot touched his back in a hard smash and he fell on the floor with his hands clutching around his stomach. I didn’t give him a chance to sp
"What did i do to deserve this great guy?" Happy reading…. Mihra’s p.o.v "Abhi, pin this tendril on the right side of my bun.", I was guiding him as per the YouTube video which was showing how to do queen braid. Abhiman the great billionaire was making my hair, could you believe that? He told me that he loved to comb my hair when I was kid. What would I say, my whole heart swelled with his love. I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the whole world right now. "Done Mihra …." "Oh my god!", My mouth fell open as I looked at myself in the mirror. He exactly styled my hair the way shown in the video. "You are really looking like a queen in this queen’s braid." "You did an amazing job Abhi." , I chirped, turned towards him and kissed him on the cheek. His eyes twinkled as he gazed at me lovingly. His hands rested on my cheeks, he seemed lost. I moved closer to him and hugged him tightly. "You are the best in everything , how I am so lucky" "That line is mine. I am lucky to have y
"Just stop biting your lip like that, I am having dirty thoughts" Happy reading..... "What happened to her?" "She was driving to your office this morning and suddenly saw blackness covering her eyes. She was about to park the car to the side to check up on her condition. Before she could process anything the car crashed into a nearby pole." "Oh my god", I gasped sitting on the bed beside Nisha whose eyes were closed and her head was wrapped in a cotton bandage. "Who brought her to the hospital?", Abhiman asked worriedly who was sitting across from me in the chair. "The same person who saved her on time, fortunately he was passing by and stopped his car seeing Nisha's bleeding condition. After, he brought her directly to the hospital and called on a recent dialed number from Nisha's mobile. Thank god he saw her or we don't know what would have happened with her there.", Mom looked terrified at the mere imagination. "But why was she driving alone when she barely knew about the
"I didn't do anything, it's you who made me do that" Happy reading..... Third person p.o.v "Bro, I bought tickets for a music concert and it's your turn now to convince Abhiman to attend." "Yes, I have already told him this morning that I want to go to a concert but he said he is busy", Mihra pouted at Esha. Just then Nisha entered the living room, she smiled as she saw both of them had been waiting for her. "How are you feeling Nisha?", Esha asked her as she stood up to give her a warm hug. "I am good, just havi6 a little bit of headache that's it", she smiled up at her. "Umm.. Nisha we are going to a music concert tonight, would you go with us?", Mihra said, stressing the word music particularly. It raised Nisha's heart beat instantly, Harshvardhan images flashed in her eyes making her feel giddy. Mihra noticed her dilemma and she spoke abruptly as Eshu gestured her to talk with her. "It's Harshvardhan's concert" "What?", Nisha gasped. "Yes, you know his music concerts a
"Don't talk to me" Happy reading.... Our car and Varun's car stopped one by one at the Stadium. As soon as we stepped out camera flashes welcomed us instantly. I shut my eyes and brought my wallet to cover my face immediately as the brightness was too much to handle. I had never been exposed to media and tv. Though I was always fascinated by this kind of attention, in reality it's difficult to handle. It needed confidence and courage. Because I don't like to be the centre of attraction which draws unnecessary attention towards me. "Mihra don't be scared, I am here with you. Just keep your head high and keep your posture calm when you face the camera.", Abhi said sweetly while grasping my hand in his. I nodded at him undertaking his words. The previous nervousness was gone now. "I am with you", he assured me again and I felt all fuzzy inside. His other hand placed on my lower back protectively as he guided me inside through the crowd while smiling at flashing cameras. "Abhiman