➠ 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 '𝗥𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗲' 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀.
𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
- To the girl who felt like a trapped bird in her own house even after her wings had grown strong.
Give it a try. I promise it will be worth it...
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Half of the time, I'm either running through endless meetings or reviewing company reports. My life has become this constant cycle of business, where emotions don't have a place. That's just how I like it.
Suddenly, a knock on my bedroom door broke the silence.
Rivaan.
"Bhai, breakfast's ready!" he called, his voice way too cheerful for this hour. It was barely 8 AM, and I had stayed up working until 4:30. Then woke up again at 6:30 to get ready for the day and then got back to work again.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to push away the headache that had formed from lack of sleep. "Coming," I replied, standing up from my desk and rolling up the sleeves of my shirt.
His outfit:
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I walked out of my room into the living room, only to see maids cleaning up everything. The sun poured in through the large glass windows, Rivaan was standing with the cook in the kitchen, talking animatedly about something.
I walked over to the glass windows overlooking New Delhi city. The view was breathtaking. Skyscrapers stood tall against the clear blue sky, and the city below buzzed with life.
Rivaan noticed me and waved. "Bhai, aajao breakfast karlo!" I walked over, taking a seat at the breakfast table. My toast and black coffee, as usual, were ready, while Rivaan's pancakes were piled high, drizzled with syrup and topped with fresh fruit.
I glanced at the food, then back at Rivaan, who sat opposite me. "Aren't you eating too much sugar these days?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He shrugged, "Did I ever interfere with you drinking too much black coffee?"
I rolled my eyes. "That's different. Coffee keeps me focused for work."
Rivaan grinned, "And sugar keeps me happy." He pulled the plate closer to himself almost like hugging it. He took a bite and spoke again, "And by the way, why are all the workaholic people in my life like you and then Nevansh?"
I leaned back in my chair, taking a sip of my coffee. Workaholic. That word again. I was just doing what I had to do. I had responsibilities, a company to run. I couldn't afford to waste time on trivial things.
