Hitoshi San Novels & Stories

Hoor was happily looking around , and Arhaan was feeling happy seeing her smiling . They headed back to their place at night after eating dinner .next morning , their plan was to go to TOLI PIR .It was a famous hill top, with green lush land .

I expressed my thanks. "Sylvie, Oliver, this is Mr. Hiroto Yoshiaki, a close friend of my family and a highly respected figure in Japan," Dad proudly introduced. "Konnichiwa" Sylvie greeted, extending a handshake. Mr. Hiroto's eyes sparkled with delight, especially upon seeing Sylvie. "Aa, wakai ojousan, anata wa totemo kakkini michiteimasu ne! Anata no tamashii ni jounetsu o kanjimasu,"he commented to Sylvie.

It was more than just his looks – it was the way he carried himself, the air of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him. As the night wore on and the bar began to empty, Shirosaki found himself growing more and more restless. He kept stealing glances at the stranger, his heart racing each time their eyes met. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he excused himself from Akira and made his way over to the man. "Hi," Shirosaki said, his voice coming out more breathless than he intended. "I'm Shirosaki. I don't think we've met." The man smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Shirosaki's spine. "Hirato," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Hirato Shuu."