Amara: His Beautiful Dream

Chapter EIGHT

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Milne ko tujhse, bahaane karun
Tu muskuraaye, wajah main banun
Roz bitaana saath mein tere, saara din mera
Is dard-e-dil ki sifaarish
Ab kar de koi yahaan
Ki mill jaaye isey woh baarish
Jo bhiga de poori tarah

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Eiran Sinclair

Is it okay to snap heads of six people or maybe stab them all with my favourite "not so harmless" toys? I just want them to shut up and LEAVE. So what if this meeting will crack me a deal of one million dollars? Just ask these people to stop talking and end the meeting.

It's been 48 fucking hours, 10 fucking minutes and 22 fucking seconds that you are not in front of my eyes, honey. I won't lie when I say that every passing second only increases the burning sensation in my chest way too much.

It's ironic how you just met me two days back, and here I am, longing to meet you, to see that flushed face of yours everytime we were close, to see those innocent eyes that I'm obsessed with…

I miss you, my honey. I really do.

Two days back after I returned from the Dark House, my mom told me that Amara doesn't wants to meet me and that she was adamant on leaving the house. Obviously I didn't obey my mom and went to meet her in her room.

I told her that if she's that uncomfortable in my presence then I'll leave my house while she can stay here for as much time as she wants. She can let her heal herself completely under my family's and staff's gaze, but did she agree? No. She didn't even budge a little.

Lastly, I couldn't force her to stay or do something against her will, so I let her go. And now, all I can think about is her. Her perfume, her smile, her eyes, her soft skin, her lips, her slender hands, her voice. Dammit.God knows why am I acting so crazy!

“Sir, they were asking you something.” Lyra’s voice brought me back to my stabbing thoughts. No seriously, can I just be rude and shoo them off? I released an exasperated breath before saying, “our client wants a modern, sleek design that too on a low budget plus within a tight deadline of six months. For that we won't need high cost energy savers. We will switch to low cost solar panels that will be effective and save our time. Also, let's explore prefabricated or modular designs to speed up the construction process.”

They all nodded in unison and the meeting went on for another half an hour until a phone call grabbed my attention. It's from Anastasia Davenport- the illogical girl who had came to pick up my honey.

She threatened me that she will fry my ass on her frying pan if I try to meet or contact Amara. I told her that she was being illogical and dramatic but her reply remained simple.

“Come even one radius near her and every illogical talk of mine will turn logical.”
So why is she calling now? I quickly picked up her call with a deepened frown on my forehead which increased even more after hearing her words.

I stood up from my seat and rushed outside the office where my car was parked. Settling myself inside, I drove off caring less about traffic rules or my fucking meeting and clients that I didn't care to give a glance. They can go to hell, my honey needs me right now and I'll be there with her everytime, no matter what the situation is.