Writer’s POV:While Viaan proved his caliber to the board and to the world waiting for his fall, the rivals and enemies were getting mad in jealousy. And many were yet to be informed about it. One such person was Evelyn who had been extremely busy since morning and neither took a glance at the headlines today nor did she pick up many important calls one such call was from Mr. Russo.Right now, Evelyn’s office was a space of tension, the air thick with her brooding frustration as the project she was assigned with Viaan had now been closely watched by Mr. Miller. And the older man had found some mistakes in the documentation that was done by her. She was just scowling at it and correcting things when her phone rang for the nth time in the day, shattering the silence with a shrill tone. After getting enough of the freaking calls all day, she decided to pick this one. Snatching it up, she answered, her voice tight with irritation at being interrupted.“Hello,” The roughness of her voice w
Writer’s POV:-As the clock struck past eight in the evening, Charles stormed out of his office, his mind consumed with rage. He was not convinced by the news of Jenny’s heart attack; he believed it was another one of Hunter’s manipulative schemes. Victor, his loyal confidant, waited outside in the car, ready to take him to the hospital where Jenny was admitted.The drive to the hospital was tense, the silence only broken by the sound of the engine and Charles’ heavy breathing. Victor kept a close eye on him, knowing how volatile his boss could be in such situations. He had seen Charles’s temper flare before, and he knew the importance of keeping a lid on it, especially in a public place like a hospital.Arriving at the hospital, Charles stormed inside, his eyes blazing with anger. Victor followed closely behind, ready to intervene if things got out of hand. They made their way to the ICU where Jenny was being treated, and Charles barged in without a second thought.“Where is she?” he
Hospital:-“Yeah, I gave the packets to the head nurse. She said I can stay near Mom’s room, but not exactly inside that.” Natasha said sadly. Her dull face clearly stated the pain she was going through.“That’s okay, dear. We’ll meet her after I come back. They won’t stop us at that time.” Hunter consoled her, talking sweetly.“When will you come back?” Natasha inquired him over the call, holding the phone close to her ear. Her fingers rubbed her over her nape. She leaned into the railing of the corridor she had come to attend the call. The girl in her eyes for a moment and let her lungs take in the fill of the fresh air after struggling with the anxiety of this fateful day.His brother, on the other hand, was driving through the empty roads and had his call connected with the car’s speaker. Ten minutes ago, he called Natasha when he got a call from the hospital regarding bringing some medicine. He felt utterly bad for being absent in such a situation, but somehow controlled himself
Adams Villa:-It was nine in the evening when Viaan came back home after a hectic day. Although he wanted to come early he got a last-minute call from Max — Adams Corps London branch head. They were facing a permission issue from the Mayor’s office and when they couldn’t handle things, the branch head called Viaan asking him for a solution.“Make sure the meeting is virtual, Max. I can’t travel there anytime soon.” Viaan ordered while still talking to the man regarding the matter. He had asked him to fix a meeting with the mayor who seemed to be problematic once again.“I’ll do it right away, Sir,” Max answered as per the boss’ expectations.Humming to his words, Viaan disconnected the call and pushed the phone in his pockets. As he entered the living hall, all overjoyed to share the news with his mother and wife quickly, he found Leena sitting in the living room, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, but her mind seemed elsewhere. Kiara was beside her, trying to engage her in a conversati
Hospital:-Natasha’s eyes were filled with unshed tears, her hands trembling at her sides. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, before speaking again.“What are you doing here?” Her voice was laced with a mixture of curiosity and accusation. She needed answers, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear them.Charles scanned the pale face of his daughter. The rapidly blinking eyes, trying to prevent the tears from shedding out. The trembling lips that she was trying hard to press into a firm line. And her fingers quivered while clutching onto her loose pants. Hunter’s words of encouragement for her, at this moment, couldn’t do a thing to conceal her anxiety.Fear and apprehension were deeply etched on her face, and her tensed demeanor evidently showcased them. She averted her gaze from her mother, trying to make sure that she was okay and that her father hadn’t done anything to the unconscious woman.Charles followed her sacred gaze and understood the fear emanating fr
Writer’s POV:-Kiara smiled up at him, her eyes full of love. “I love you, Viaan,” she said softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. Her gaze penetrated deep into his with the endless love she held for her husband. Her fingers stroked the rough, yet giddy texture of his stubble on her tips.Viaan’s heart skipped a beat at his wife’s unexpected confession. He went speechless, too stunned to even think straight. Those loving eyes stopped blinking for a moment as they were stuck in her beautiful, loving eyes. He felt a rush of emotions flood through him, overwhelming yet incredibly warming.His heart raced, and he could feel the warmth of her touch on his cheek. Her eyes shimmered with love and sincerity, and he was lost in them.“I love you, baby,” Finding him open-mouthed and stunned, Kiara repeated softly, her voice filled with a depth of emotion he had never heard before. “I love you so very much!” With that, she tipped over her toes and placed a warm kiss on his lips.Viaan felt his
Kiara’s POV:-“I want you, Kiara,” Viaan whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I want to show you how much I love you.” He pressed his nose against my neck, his lips tracing my skin, his warm breath feathering my soft spot… all his ministration made me curl my toes.My man pinned me more under his muscular body. His strong chest pressed down on my soft mounds and involuntarily a moan escaped my lips. “Ahh,” I couldn’t help but shiver at the sensual entrapment.“Baby,” He grunted, as if in pain, and I could already feel that cause pricking me near my pelvis.My breath caught in my throat. I felt his hands caress my body, slowly, sensuously, sending jolts of current down my spine. I arched against him, my body responding to his touch with a fervor that matched his own.“Umhhh… Viaan,” His fingers dipped into the curse of my waist, and I couldn’t suppress another moan.His breath was turning heavier, just like mine. His lips traced my jaws; from my chin to my ears. His tongue played a
Ryan's penthouse, Writer's POV:-Ryan had just stepped inside his penthouse when he frowned at the darkness enveloping the room. He kept his bag on the top of the shoe rack beside the door and closed the door behind him.“The househelp didn't turn on the lights before leaving!?” His brows furrowed in confusion as he reached for the light switch, his other hand instinctively grabbing his phone in case of an emergency.With a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in a soft, romantic glow, revealing the hall decorated with candles, fairy lights, and flowers. Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the sight.“Ohh my…” a gasp jumped out his throat immediately, taking in the beautiful decoration of the entire hall.But what added more to his surprise and joy was his fiancee welcoming him with the brightest smile.In the middle of the hall stood Maya, wearing a royal blue strap dress - his gift to her. "Happy engagement anniversary, baby!" she exclaimed joyously, su