Kiran lived in a PG with a bitchy know it all model, Jessy. She thought, she was prettier and often mocked Kiran for her simple salwar kameez look.

"She thinks she is some hot-shot, wearing those characterless shorts." Kiran sighed, unraveling her waist-length glossy and voluminous hair from a messy bun, - "I am so ordinary." Her insecurity surfaced, - "only if a creepy, but hot billionaire would validate my beauty. That will shut this woman up."

Kiran grabbed a cup of masala chai, she prepared. When she went to give it to Jessy, she rolled her eyes, - "What behenji? I don't drink chai, eww, I drink latte choco mocha pumpkin shake. That's cool. But what will you know, auntyji?"

Kiran gulped the insults, like she always does. There was not much difference between Meera and this woman, Jessy. Kiran was innocent and kind-hearted person; she doesn't mind people walking all over her. Looking at Jessy, Kiran made a mental note to even die for her, if needed.

She walked up to the balcony and leisurely sipped her plain chai. She looked down and noticed a man in hoodie standing next to a shiny silver Rolls-Royce. Such an expensive car, and the man's head seemed tilted towards her. Nah! She was imagining it. Why will a filthy rich man stare at her? Kiran sighed, ruffling her hair. Just as she turned, her dupatta flew off her shoulders. She extended her hand to catch it, but it flew in the out of nowhere sudden gush of wind. Kiran watched the flimsy red dupatta land over the man's head. He was unmoved and kept staring.

Who was he?

Later in the night, as Kiran slept, she felt a presence. It was scary but soothing at the same time. If that made any sense. But she felt like someone's eyes were on her. It must have been a dream. Or sleep paralysis?

Anubhav walked into his mansion, discarding his hoodie. A maid in skimpy maid clothes hurried to him and took it. He grinned to himself, skipping up the stairs. Gosh! That woman was amazingly beautiful. She was ravishingly pretty, especially sleeping. Anubhav pulled out the dupatta from his jeans pocket and inhaled her scent. A fragrance, that turned him on instantly. She smelled of jasmine, mixed with her sweat. He inhaled deeply.

"I want her. I crave for her. She is mine." He growled.

Next day, Kiran got ready in her usual ivory and golden sharara suit. Jessy snorted at her, whilst wearing a blazer over her red lacy padded bra.

In office, Kiran sat on her desk and began her working on her computer. She looked super-busy, as she played solitaire.

Just then, a peon came to her and informed about the boss calling her. Kiran blinked innocently at him.

Perhaps, he was calling to talk about the job profile that I forgot to ask in the interview- She thought.

Anubhav played with the paperweight, while metal music played from his laptop. There was a knock at the door, he straightened and from the glass window he saw Kiran on the other side.

She had her head lowered, like an innocent virgin woman. Anubhav felt uncomfortable in his pants. The more he looked at her milky white face, the more turned he became. A smirk appeared on his face.

Poor Kiran is being treated so poorly. But to worry, hot and handsome and rich knight in shining armour is going to rescue her.

And OMG! What will happen now, what is on Anubhav's mind? Oh, the suspense. 

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