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So many things could go wrong if I was not careful. “Mommy, are we there yet?” Kayden asked and her voice broke into my thoughts. “Almost, sweetheart,” I answered and she nodded, clutching onto her stuffed bunny. *** Teddy opened the door before I even knocked. He has been waiting for me since I called and he looked really concerned. “You look like you have seen a ghost,” he said, ushering us inside. “I feel like I have,” I admitted, setting Kayden down. Kayden immediately ran to Teddy, throwing her arms around his legs.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

Siddharth's POV " I had started to develop a few feelings but then that bet... I saved it before that." " Shh... Don't talk about that now. I never did that, sweetheart. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. I was shocked, so that day when Mayank gave me money, I could not react. I don't even know that Isha said something. I didn't even realise immediately that she hugged me. I am sorry for that. But I proved that those pictures are fake, now I want us to be together officially. " I said and pulled her in my arms.

I was just like a lost Cinderella in a Disney movie! "Cause Kezie," He started and his eyes were on my lips, which made a lot of things stir within me. "You're like a forbidden fruit, something that I'm not supposed to eat, in every way, and- I like those kinds of things," He said in such a low tone with his nose already bopping mine. His breath smelt like coffee and mint, which laid out everything I had eaten this morning in my mind. Okay, just apples. Why was I thinking about that? Was he going to kiss me?

"You talk like you don't spend your parents' money," "Hello!" She waved her hand dramatically. "You seem to have forgotten I own Premium Star," "Premium Star?" I asked rhetorically. The name rang a bell. "An e-commerce company focused on handmade home décor, bags, shoes, jewelry, accessories, clothing, toys, books, and art. It has been open for four years now and it's doing pretty well thank you very much," she explained proudly. I must have heard it from one of the many women crowding my family.

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she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

But anxiety, curiosity, and a searing need to know drove me there. The first two drawers of the cabinet were filled with ledgers and old financial records. I was ready to quit when I saw a black notebook behind a stack of files. It had an old leather cover, curled edges, and a cracked spine as if it had been held tightly too many times. I opened it. The handwriting was unmistakably Elias's. It started out looking like a logbook. There were coordinates, and shipment manifests. But halfway in, the entries… changed. It became personal. Some names were crossed out and there were abstract references to fires as well as a handwritten note in the margin that read:

I moved the books I had placed on the counter stopping short in confusion when I came across Tim's manuscript. I had been meaning to look at his work and now a part of me felt eager to read it. Eager to feel an ounce of comfort in his words that often made me question the strings that held life into the shape it was. Picking it up I took a seat no longer fascinated by the images splayed on the TV screen. Running my petite hand over the cover page, in a delicate caress. Opening the first page- my eyes zoom in on the first title, typed out in big, bold capital letters: AN ODD PAIR