“Babes. Nothing is exaggerated regarding the devil, and A is a devil incarnate.”
I rolled my eyes at this. “Whatever! He doesn’t bother me, and you know guys don’t attract me anymore. Not sexually, at least.”
I shrugged, but inside, fear gripped me.
I had heard about Aayansh. He was just nineteen when he was selected for the Indian cricket team, and at the age of twenty-four, he retired. He was at the peak of his career, even considered for captainship, but suddenly the world moaned as Aayansh quit because of his injury.
Rarely people called him by his name but with his initial A.
Aayansh. It wasn’t a bad name. On the contrary, it was a rare and unique name, but who cares. I just needed to get my job done, secure my place in the team, and get on with life. I had sworn off guys, and A couldn’t break that resolve.
“I don’t care who’s incarnate he is. Ray will introduce us, and I will run my magic and leave.”
Aisha pursed her lips, but her eyes were saying it all.
It was a suicide mission. But I didn’t want to go back to Amritsar. I also didn’t want to take Armaan’s help. So, I had to prove myself today. Dad said he could get me a decent start as a screenwriter, but mom won’t allow it. I was in a place where I was trying to make everyone happy and ended up being miserable. This job was my one stability, and I won’t let anyone take it away from me. Not even Aayansh Ahluwalia.
Taking our final steps, we stopped when we were only a few feet away from the five-story brick mansion sprawled on the outskirts of Mumbai.
No one could ever manage to nick this outrageous amount of space in the heart of Mumbai. So, A had settled on the outskirts and commuted to work in his helicopter.
“This is it. Are you ready?”
“As much as I could. We are still early. Maybe we can spend some time here.”
“Don’t stall. Get inside and be done with your work so I can hold you when you cry in your arms.”
“Aisha, don’t jinx it.” I gritted, glaring at her.
“Tish, I am not. Even if he gives you this contract, he will ask for something in return. He counts favors as trades, and you don’t want to owe him. You don’t want to be under him in any way possible. Believe me. I have heard rumors because most of his one-night stands are models, and I interact with them daily.”
“What do I have that he would want?” “Everything, Tisha Chopra.”
End of Chapter 2
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Unscripted Love Series
Book 1 – Arjun’s Jenny (click to read)
Book 2 – Priti’s Rendezvous with Somesh (click to read)
Book 3 – Rana’s Vivacious Girlfriend (click to read)
Book 4 – Claire’s Dashing Raj (click to read)
Read my short stories:
The What If Romance (click to read)
A Touch From a Stranger (click to read)
The Trapped Butterfly (click to read)
