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Trouble In The Air
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2025-09-17 01:03:55
Office GirlPlease don't forget to support my book, pleaseee 🥹🥹🥹 Comment and rate it It means so much to me. Anyways, another chapter today because I'm feeling super inspired. What do you guys think of this one. Share your thoughts ❤️❤️❤️
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Chapter 37 India's POV I’ve never seen so much sparkle look like armor.The sequined mint-green dress clings to me in places that make me want to both hide and stare at myself. It’s the kind of dress that whispers trouble even before you move. The slit that rides up my thigh doesn’t just reveal, it dares. And every shimmer under the light reminds me this isn’t me. Not the India who wears comfortable linen. Not the India who overthinks before crossing the street. This version of me belongs to Rosie.And Rosie is standing right behind me, smiling like a proud stylist on a fashion runway.“Now that,” she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “is how you make a man forget his name.”I roll my eyes at her reflection. “You’re insane.”“Maybe.” She winks, fastening a thin silver bracelet around my wrist. “But you’re welcome. You look like temptation dipped in money.”“Temptation dipped in panic, more like.”Rosie laughs, tha
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Chapter 36 Roman’s POV The city looks like it’s holding its breath when I pull up to the curb.Glass towers glint in the last light of evening, each window catching a fragment of fire from the sinking sun. The driver cuts the engine, and for a moment, all I hear is the soft tick of cooling metal. I don’t move. Not yet.Because she’s back.The thought lands like a punch, sharp, unwelcome, too familiar. Rory. My sister. My goddamn twin.It’s not the first time she’s come running home.Every time the oxy money runs dry, every time her world starts to rot from the inside, she comes clawing her way back here, to me. To the one idiot who still answers her calls.I should be used to it by now. I should know better.But even as I sit there, staring up at the façade of my building, I feel that same useless pull, the mix of anger and relief that she’s alive enough to cause trouble.Because no matter what she’s done, she’s still my sister.I
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Chapter 35 India's POVThe first thing that strikes me when I step into Elysia Spa is how silence can be sensual.Not empty, but charged, like a breath held too long. The faint sound of water trickling somewhere distant, a low hum of ambient music that seems to vibrate in my bones. And then, the scent, jasmine and sandalwood, clean but intimate, like skin warmed by sunlight.The air feels different here. Slower. Like the world outside, the doctor’s office, the diagnosis, the anxious tangle of my thoughts has been sealed off behind those glass doors.The receptionist greets me with a smile so perfectly symmetrical I wonder if it’s practiced in the mirror. “Welcome to Elysia, Miss Seethal. You have the Serenity Experience booked?”Her voice has that polished calm only people in five-star sanctuaries seem to master. I nod, taking the glass of cucumber water she offers, it’s cold enough to sting slightly as it slides down my throat.“Suite Eleven,” she say
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Chapter 34 India's POV The morning air feels too clean for how messy I feel inside.It’s one of those crystalline New York mornings where everything seems too sharp, the sky rinsed pale blue, the pavements wet from an early wash, glass towers catching sunlight like they’re showing off. There’s movement everywhere, a woman hurrying with coffee, a man on a call that sounds like an argument disguised as ambition, taxis weaving through lanes like impatient wasps.And in the middle of it all, me.Still. Hesitant.Standing in front of a set of glass doors that shimmer with my reflection, the letters Veridian Medical Group etched elegantly across them.My reflection looks competent enough, black cigarette trousers, ivory silk blouse, gold hoops small enough to seem tasteful, and hair twisted neatly at the nape. But beneath that calm exterior is the tremor. The one at the corner of my mouth, the slight unevenness in my breathing, the q
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Chapter 33 Roman's POV New York hums like a restless pulse beneath the city’s skin, a constant rhythm of honking taxis, murmured deals, and perfume laced with ambition. My car slides through it effortlessly, black glass cutting through morning glare, my reflection barely visible in the window. It’s better that way.I prefer to watch, not to be seen.The city always smells of money and something sweeter, like temptation bottled and sold in glass towers.I roll my cuff higher, glance at my watch. 9:03 a.m. I’m not late. I never am. India Seethal doesn’t know that about me yet that I arrive like the weather. Quiet, inevitable, and occasionally destructive.Ferrol’s driving is smooth, nearly soundless, as we turn onto the narrow street where her workspace stands, the one with the blush brick facade and tall windows that stretch like the throat of something beautiful and private.I’ve passed it before, once. At night. The lights
Until I Wrote Him The Air Left The Room!
Chapter 32 India's POV My car rolled to a slow stop in front of the workspace, my so-called “creative nest,” though today it felt like a sterile monument to the life I pretended to have control over. Through the tinted window, I could see the reflection of the city, tall glass towers blinking awake, cabs slicing through puddles, the first breath of caffeine-hungry commuters.“Miss Seethal,” my driver’s voice floated back softly, breaking the silence. “We’ve arrived.”I blinked, dragging my gaze from the window. “Thank you, Daniel.”My tone came out too even, the polished kind of calm that only hid exhaustion.On my lap sat the yellow tote bag, half-zipped, bulging with loose scraps of paper. Scribbles from last night. Half-thoughts. Emotional shrapnel. Every note was an echo of the same disbelief: You’re not pregnant, you have a cyst.My handwriting had trembled through that sentence until it became barely legible.I pressed my fingers against the tot
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