All Chapters of Being His: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What do you think?" I say nonchalant of the dress I am wearing, which may be worth a fortune. Wait. Can I steal and sell it for money? "Meera! You look stunning. Red is so your colour " Eleanor smiles at me. For a second,I actually feel flattered. For a second. And there comes back my headache. I just want to cut off my forehead for today. "Thanks" I walk over to the mirror and stare at my reflection. Eleanor isn't flattering me. She's saying the truth! My body does look good. My eyes roam over my entire silhouette,not like a pervert, please. The silky red evening gown cascades down my waist smoothly and the fabric hugs every single curve of my body, emphasising them. The V-shaped neckline ends below some of my cleavage and I can't help but wonder that I do have a sexy cleavage.  Born and brought up in Indian culture,my body has always been

Dhruv's POVI wake up with the morning rays inviting my eyes. Finally, it's happening. I didn't expect that girl Meera to accept the contract. I can see the pain in her eyes and the hate she holds for me. She thinks that she can put up that facade,but that's where she goes wrong. You don't play in front of the master player thinking that you can win. Smirking over my thought, I move out of my bed and reach out for the glass of water kept for me by Lia,beside my bed. Sipping in the lukewarm water, I stand in front of my glass door that leads to the balcony. The view from here is refreshing. It reminds me how small the world is and how I stand above the race, holding the leash of those struggling ants who call themselves human. After finishing my drink, I walk over my workout wardrobe and pull out my black track pants and grey hoodie.&nb

Dhruv's POV "Drive fast" I order Adrien, my driver.  After hearing from Harsh, I didn't change and directly walked into my car, called Adrien to drive to my mom's house.  I hate my mother,but that doesn't mean that I have a death wish for her. Not yet. Sometimes, I hate myself for feeling for that lady who never cared for me.  Well,who will care for the sixth son in the line?  I look past the car window, the street lights flashing at me.  I just want to make sure that she is okay. That's all. Then, I'll leave. Harsh and the precious four are there for her.  The car enters the gates of the mansion and after a few security checks, they let me in. It's definitely my so-called brothers who have arranged security check for every single individual that enters the mansion gates. Including me.&nb

 I look over the pages with bold headlines.  There's the name of Mr. Brown, the guy I was assigned to before that dick interrupted.  "Mr. Brown tried to break the rules?" I ask, looking innocently at Elen.  "Yes. He tried to rape one of our sugar babies, even when she restricted it in the contract." Eleanor says and I feel a lump forming in my throat.  Maybe,I could have been the next target for Mr. Brown. But I was saved. By ...argh! I don't even want to mention his name. Let my anger stay for a while. I don't want to interrupt it for any reason.  I continue reading… The subject was compensated with 70,000USD,it reads. Shit! That's a huge, really huge amount. Though I feel lazy to calculate the amount in INR. Still, I can feel the weight of the money.  The sugar baby also got her own apar

 I feel a huge weight on me. I open my eyes and find the morning rays entering the room through the window.  I can still feel a weight over me and when I tilt my head to find the source, I snort.  "Get over me,Lai!"I say and push the elephant on the other side of the bed. But Lai being Lai, snores completely oblivious to anything.  I sigh and spread my right arm on the corner of the bed, searching for my phone. I have a habit of checking any messages early in the morning. No it's not because I have multiple instagram followers or people to give a fuck about my life. But certain people love to destroy my mornings by giving me missed calls or text messages that are no less than atom bombs. I get hold of my phone and unlock the screen. Fortunately, there's only one message notification. I hope it's by Eleanor or Sonia. It reminds me that I haven't called Sonia for a long time