I don't know a lot of things which are happening to me these days ! Happy reading…. It had been one week already since I started my internship. It had been difficult and breathless for me. Yes breathless because after my encounter with my husband I mean ex-husband my brain kept thinking about him every damn moment and I didn’t know why. You guys might be wondering why I called him ex-husband right? Because the relationship, whatever it’s forced or inexisted it’s over. I talked with mom and she gave me divorce papers. I saw his signatures, mom told me to think about it once again before I sign them. She also told me he was the one who had been helping her in our business until today. I was speechless at newfound information. The luxury I had been enjoying and even now, it’s all given by him since he established his own business in Mumbai. He started it with his dad’s few shares and had taken the business to its highest peak in the span of a few years, that he became one of the riche

"The magic of the first rain of the season." Happy reading..... He carried me towards his car and placed me carefully in the passenger seat. He closed the door and sat in his driving seat. I could feel his hand brushing the wet hair away from my face and tugging it behind my ear. He took a dry towel from his back seat and started wiping my face. His fingertips came in contact with my cold skin, my body shivered in response. "Abhi..", I mumbled slowly and opened my eyes. As usual he stirred, hearing his own name from me. I couldn’t help but curve my lips at his innocent yet deep coffee eyes staring at me worryingly. "Don’t worry, this little beer can’t tame Mihra senses easily. She is absolutely conscious but feeling a little light headed. Other than that I am absolutely fine.", I paused before straightening my body leaning back onto the seat. "Because you are here with me right now.", I said nervously looking down at my lap. "You scared the shit out of me, woman.", he said afte

"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 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

"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