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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."

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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“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.

Gold—my mother’s signature color. I rushed over, ripping the envelope open. There were two letters inside. The first one, in my mother’s familiar handwriting, sent a shiver down my spine. "My dearest Bai, I cannot believe the trouble you’ve landed yourself in. Perhaps our nosy neighbor was right, but that is a topic for another time. I will do what I can from here to ensure no one discovers your involvement. But, if the king has not yet sent out news of the incident, that’s a good sign for now.

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.

After four hours of reading and six cups of tea, I heard my older brother walk in. "Up as usual Squirt." "Morning Lee." Lee sat beside me and glanced at the books on the table. "You're gonna have a brain meltdown." "That's not a thing." "It is. The medical term is boring behavior." I rolled my eyes and hissed. Lee pulled out his tablet and began scrolling through. "Lil Dicky and Chris Brown just released a new song." I shrugged. "I don't care." Lee rolled his eyes and kept scrolling. " 'Man found dead in his wardrobe on Friday. Possible cause of death; strangulation' ."

Marcus ordered him before he leaves, Tom took a few steps back opened a drawer of the side table, the drawer is full of the latest I-phones, he picks one and switched it on and handed it to Marcus, He is an angry bird and has a habit of smashing his things, his mobile is mainly the victim of his anger whether it's a personal or professional problem, his phone got smashed, Tom made this drawer, especially for his phones. All phones in the drawer have the clonal sim card of Marcus contact number. This drawer is upgraded with the latest mobile phones every month.

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.