Charles looked confused at the question that I asked him. After seeing his expression, I bothered to explain to him the context which was referred to. So, I took a deep breath because it was going to be an explanation I thought would not come out right, and I felt that I would fail to do justice to the clarification. After much deliberation, I gathered courage to ask the billionaire who I was living with the question that had been on my mind since the very start. The first day at work with him couldn’t make me hold on to that question in my mind any longer. Especially after seeing the perfect women who he dealt with on a day-to-day basis. “Why me?” I asked one more time before I continued with the proper description of the reason I was asking him that. I explained, “You are a big man with so many contacts with people closer to your status, living standard wise and also financial. You can reach literally any woman you

As I was convincing myself to stay in the present situation and not to get lost in my dreamland where I would imagine that if I said yes to Charles for the question which he asked, he would tell me that he loved me. No matter how badly I wanted to be that girl who he started to love, I needed to be in touch with reality where I stood no chance to be with him in any more way than we were at that time. So, I quickly answered that question which he asked me in the way that I felt right because if I was not getting my love, it didn’t mean he should also not get his. It would have been very bad of me if I had come in between a couple who wanted to be together. Deep inside I was thinking about the girl who was going to get very, very lucky with Charles telling her that he loved her. Little something in me had reservations if the girl had the same feelings for him because if she did not, then I would still stand a chance. 

Excited about Charles coming back today, I can’t help but try every outfit in my closet. Some of which I also haven’t even worn once. Almost all of them Charles gifted to me and only two or three dresses I had purchased on my own. But that was also because Charles had given me an ultimatum to go out on my own and spend some money on me to buy dresses and makeup. Makeup has always been something that I have not been very fond of, but I still put the bare minimum of it on just for the sake of looking presentable. Which is why every such outgoing that I made, I bought one dress every time so that Charles wouldn’t be pissed off at me. Every dress that I had a feeling about Charles liking it, I wore and clicked a few pictures of myself. But none of them complimented the mood that I wanted to create. That couldn’t have been possible without trying the sexiest lingerie that I owned, of course. I concluded that only the satin

My mouth was fully open as much as it could be. I was shocked and astounded at what was happening. And not to make me look stupid in front of all the people at Erica’s wedding, I had partially covered my mouth with the bouquet that the bride handed over to me. I was absolutely in surprise and didn’t know how to react to what he asked. I hadn’t thought of marriage once I started working because the priority was to first settle down in life and be independent, after which, of course, a wedding would follow if I found my soulmate until then. If not, without a question the search would have been on. And right now, in front of my eyes, the man who I like very much is not just standing but kneeling down on one knee waiting for an answer from me on whether I will marry him. It is overwhelming, and I am not able to decide if I should scream out in happiness or if I should cry because something like this I had never thought of happe

It seemed as if he was taking forever to say something. As he was opening and closing his lips in a slow-motion style, it was pissing me off. I just wanted him to say something to me and not just anything, but I was expecting him to oppose whatever I said because I did not want him to believe any of it was true. What he thought about me, and his take on this damn issue was very important to me as that was supposed to be the only thing that mattered to me. Charles, who was my fiancé and was going to be my husband pretty soon, had a doubt regarding all of those nasty things that the whole city was talking about, he should not have proposed to me. But I was sure that he must have thought it through; asking a mediocre girl who stood nowhere stood even closer to his status to marry him. As he started to talk, I automatically felt somewhat relieved without hearing a word from him. I was curious to listen to his side and then put forward my