What happens when a commoner girl saves billionaire 's mother life and he suspects her?
"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚒𝚝!"
"𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." I pleaded.
When Meera selflessly saves the life of Akshay Obe...
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Theme: Dark Shades of Red: Internal Struggle
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───※ ·❆· ※─── 𝙰𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚢'𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚟
"MOM! What happened?" The sight of my mother in distress had set my emotions ablaze.
She assured me that she was fine, but I could see by her eyes that she wasn't. Concern was nibbling at my heart as I gazed at her, unable to shake off the worry.
And then my eyes landed on her, the stranger in the room. I narrowed my gaze, assessing her with suspicion.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my tone annoyed. The last thing I needed was an unfamiliar face in this chaos.
Mia replied, and this woman had saved her life. I shifted my attention to her, studying her closely. There was something about her that caught my attention, from her appearance to the way she was carrying herself.
As Mia expressed her thanking, I couldn't help but feel relief and worry. I was relieved that my mother was safe, but I worried about the unknown woman who seemingly stepped in to save her. I couldn't shake off the suspicion completely.
I turned my suspicious gaze back to her, and our eyes met. I couldn't help but notice her dark brown eyes, framed by her glasses, which held a certain depth and intrigue.
Taking note of her attire, I observed that she wore black jeans and a simple olive top with a full neck and half sleeves. Her hair, parted in the middle and now slightly tousled, hinted at a carefree and free spirit. I won't lie, it was a little distraction from my side, but my mind quickly refocused on the situation at hand. I needed to stay composed and focused.
My family members were in the room, looking confused, curious, and worried.
I felt an undeniable urge to express my thanks to her. The words formed in my mind, ready to escape my lips, but I felt hesitation. Yet, I fight with my own reservations. It was as if there was an invisible barrier stopping me from saying those simple words of appreciation. It wasn't just a matter of pride or ego, but rather complex feelings that made it hard for me to express my desire. But when I opened my mouth to speak, I felt unsure of myself.
