Avyan Parker had nothing to lose when he met Naina Rao.
He was ruling the Hollywood industry, had millions of fans across the globe, friends who loved him and family that stood by his side no matter what.
His life was perfect, or so it seemed.
Na...
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"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Avyan chuckled. "Such eloquence. I feel so welcomed." He said sarcastically, his tone reflecting playfulness.
"Reyansh, you're home!" Jahanvi arrived in the living room, standing beside her husband who stood tall on 6.2, his spartan shoulders surpassing her head. "We've a guest over." She smiled, holding out her hand towards the blue-eyed man who stood up, a smile still playing on his plump pink lips.
"Good evening, Mr. Raichand," Avyan stretched out his hand for a shake, blinking when Reyansh grabbed his hand and shook it firmly, his grip turning deadly each passing second. Avyan's smile faltered as he struggled to escape the vice grip of the giant man. "I- I know I've that effect on both genders no matter their sexuality, but I would be glad if you leave my hand alone. Thank you." He forced a smile, yanking his hand back to his side the moment Reyansh left his hand with a scoff and shook it violently as if he was getting rid of any possible germs transferred because of the shake. Avyan rolled his eyes so hard he could have just checked out his own ass.
"Reyansh, be polite! He's our guest." Jahanvi chastised.
Reyansh scoffed louder, not holding back from displaying his dislike towards their guest.
