Falak’s POV
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“Help..Help..!!” I cried for someone to save me from my father, who was trying to chock me to death. I tried to fight with him but was failing miserably.
“Shh..Falak! No one is here to harm you. I’m here with you.” a rough and warm hand ran over my face. “No one is going to hurt you. No one.”, Immediately, the person choking my neck started disappearing like some magical show. “Just calm down,” A sound rang in my ear in a low tone. I couldn’t help but snuggle more toward the direction from where that sound was coming. When I realized the boogieman of my dream was not haunting me anymore. I again moved back into a deep slumber.
When I work up in the morning, there was no one besides me, but the bedsheet was tellin
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Falak's POV."Did that devil shout on you again?" Ashley asked in a worried tone, looking at my swollen eyes."Yeah! But this time mistake was mine.", I responded."What? How?", She asked.I couldn't tell the truth, could I? Because if I did, she would lose her confidence again and never ever go to work on reports."I spilled the coffee accidentally on some of his papers.", I lied."Oops!", She reacted. "But still, that reason isn't big enough to yell at you.", She added."It's fine. Let's get back to the work before the devil comes out of his sh
Falak's POV . I didn't share anything with Ashley, whatever I had found out today. I would share this only after confirming all doubt. "Sooooo?" Ashley asked, raising her brow. "What?" "What's the report? Did you find something about HIM?" "Shut up!" "Okay! Okay!", She muttered and then checked the time. "Don't you think that we should leave now? It's already six twenty already!" "Just a minute.", I muttered. I had to give the final touch to my work.
Falak’s POV . “Slept already?” I inhaled my favorite smell when HE pulled me close to him. “You’re early today.”, I said in a low tone and pushed myself a little more so that our bodies could touch each other. “Yeah! That’s because I didn’t want to miss talking with you.”, He responded and nuzzled his nose on my neck. I giggled because that was ticklish. “Nor I could do this to you because I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.” “Please stop!.” I giggled. “Hmm,” He stopped and kissed my hair. Okay! It was ticklish. But I didn’t want him to stop. “Did you have
Falak’s POV.I was thinking about how to make HIS birthday special? I didn’t know a thing about him, unlike HIM, who knew even the tiniest thing related to me. I thought to ask Albert about the same after all, he had known HIM since childhood. And his father had seen HIM growing in front of him.As much as I knew him, I was sure that he would love to have something cooked by me instead of having something from the restaurant.So, I had made a basic plan to prepare everything with my own hand. There was no use in buying something expensive for him from the market because what could I offer to him when he was filthy rich and had powerful enough to buy everything he wanted to have.
Falak’s POV.Finally, it was Friday and the 8th of April. As he had said that he wouldn’t be able to spend time with me, he really couldn’t. I tried to sleep last night without him by my side, but I ended up screaming and crying because the boogieman of my dream returned, finding me alone. And he didn’t let me sleep. Not only this, for the last two days, I had a feeling that someone was following me or watching my every moment.I knew even HE had a habit of keeping an eye on me to keep a tab on my every activity, but unlike this time, I never felt like someone’s eyes were on me all the time.As Ashley once asked that ‘Don’t you feel scared with the thought of someone stalking you all the time?’I have been feeling scared for the last two days.I shook my head to avoid this negative thought. It was my boyfriend’s birthday today. Yes, BOYFRIEND, we were now in a relationship. I might be moving too fas
Falak's POV . I sighed and focused on my work. At the same time, the thought of attending the party with Jacob and staying by his side all his evening was making me go all giddy. At the same time, I heard a sound, and I looked at my phone, which indicated that I had just received a new message. I thought to ignore it at first, but I remembered that my boyfriend's number was ON today. I quickly checked my phone and felt proud of myself for doing that because it was indeed his message. 'Seeing you smile, Makes me smile.' I checked my face on my front camera, and I was indeed smiling like a fool. 'When I want to smile, I know exact
Falak's POV.As soon as the car screeched to a halt before the venue, I had to cover my eyes from the blinding flashes. I had attended a few business parties before, so I knew there could be paparazzi, but this was too much. I was thankful that I was not afraid of cameras. I walked out of the car confidently, and at the same time, I was praying not to fall down in front of so many people.Since I was basically a NO ONE, so very few people captured my pictures; giving a small smile, I moved ahead to enter the venue."Hello, Ma'am," One of the male reporters blocked my way. "I couldn't recall your name. You're the owner of…?", He left the sentence incomplete to fill in the blanks."Thank you. But basically, I'm just a personal assistant of Mr. Martinez.", I replied politely, and immediately the reporter looked disappointed to ask a question from someone like me.Well, I couldn't blame him, though; I was definitely looking for more than just an ass
Falak's POV . He composed himself, and in the way he took his position, I knew that he knew how to fight. I never knew that all my Karate classes were going to pay me off tonight. Ten years, I have been practicing it for the last ten years. He wiped the blood oozing his lips before speaking, "You surely have your father's blood in you." "I would take that as a compliment.", I responded and felt so good to know that my father, Aarvik Singh Rathore, also had kicked his ass just like me or more than me. "Falak…Falak…", A worried voice echoed on the stair. "I'm here.", I shouted, looking upward, and this was the worst mistake of my life because that bastard