Arjun Rana one of the most successful, workaholic billionaire. He is the man that every girl dreams of, he is madly in love with his childhood friend Jade Matthews. But unfortunately she rejects him, which makes him devastated. He decides to take a...
I dedicate this chapter to Autumn_touched and to her book "Married to Mr. Night mare".
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The air between us was normal as Arjun accepted to offer me a motorcycle ride. The thought itself fascinates me, I was always fond of motorcycle ride but never got an opportunity for it. I have decided to make this special and I also have to make chances of talking about his mother. This will definitely piss off his mood, but at least he will think about it.
I choose a black and white 3/4 sleeved kurta, and paired it with a black pajama. The weather outside is humid so I look forward for a fantastic ride. I blushed thinking about the ride but at the same time I feel quite nervous thinking how he will react if I initiate to talk.
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With some mixed feelings and confusions I walked out of the room not before checking myself in the huge mirror. I stepped in the living room and found no sign of him, so I decided to check in the study. And my intuition was right he was in his study flipping some files , but fortunately dressed for a ride and not for work.
I took a moment to look at him, he had his jacket under his white T-shirt and a torn blue jean, and shoes which perfectly fits his look. I admired his look and were lost somewhere in his thoughts but before I could get into my senses he caught me checking him.
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"Ahem Ahem... if you have done checking me out then we can move I guess", he said with a smile plastered on his lips and I bit my lips with embarrassment. "By the way even you look good", he whispered in my ears before passing through the doors. Shouldn't I take it as a compliment or is he kidding me. I stood staring at him while he turned back and motioned me to join him.
As soon as he ignited the motorcycle I sat behind him wearing my shades. He pulled up to the busy streets of Mumbai, and started driving crazily. I opened my arms to embrace the air around. He made zigzag path in the road fully enjoying the ride.
