"When stars align and fates collide there is bound to be an explosion."
Zoya Khan wants to impress her father and become the CEO of the company but her father gives her a condition. If she can prove herself worthy by the end of the year then she wil...
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She isn't the only one who has lists, I smirk knowing I won this time around. I take out my I-Hate-You-The-Most list and read it secretly. Zoya doesn't know that I keep track of these stuff that she does and how I rate it according to my hated thing about her. I hate it when she pours cause she looks like a ugly duckling which is so not how I imagine her to be. Speaking of Zoya, where the devil is she? She was supposed to be here by now. You guessed it right I am standing at Venice Airport waiting for my darling wife who has gone to the washroom. Ten more minutes and then I will find her myself. It's close to fifteen minutes and she still isn't here. I will look for her right now this is a silly game she is playing with me and I have no intention to let it continue.
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Oh! Sweet Darren! How worried he must be? I muse as I read The Trouble With Hating You by Sajni Patel. It's a wonderful book and I love the characters immediately. What a story! I am reading and listening to music on my iPod at a cafe in the airport. Too bad my husband is running around trying to find me. As I sip my cappuccino, I feel hot breath fanning my neck and the smell of a familiar cologne. Oh no! He found me. This doesn't look too good for me. What the hell? I give him my best Darth Vader stare which works on most people but not Vamp Boss. His got a menacing look in his eyes and an evil smile on his lips. He takes the seat opposite of me, folds his arms over his chest and taps his foot on the floor waiting for an explanation. I gulp down my fear and stare at the ceiling but I know no one will save me this time. Just as I am about to answer him his phone starts ringing with the song I hate you, I love you, I hate that I want you............
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