His Desired Possession

Confusion and doubt 🧐

KASHISH'S POV -

Life! It's unbelievably beautiful with Aaron by my side. I mustered the courage to tell my parents about our relationship, despite their initial reluctance due to Aaron being a non-Indian. However, seeing my happiness, they eventually agreed.

Yesterday, Aaron embarked on his trip to Paris, and I find myself feeling unbearably bored here in New York. In any other circumstance, I would relish the freedom, but right now, all I yearn for is to hug him tightly and cuddle. Love has a way of turning even the most composed person into a hopeless romantic.

Aria's voice interrupted my thoughts as she exclaimed, "This man is driving me insane! He has no clue how to work." I sighed, accustomed to Aria's frustration with her boss, Leo, who happens to be a strict workaholic.

"Let him be. I couldn't care less," I responded, rolling my eyes playfully.

We were currently at my house, enjoying the night, when Aria's mobile phone suddenly rang, capturing both our attention. It was almost midnight, and we exchanged puzzled glances.

"That jerk of a boss!" Aria shouted and groaned, clearly annoyed. I couldn't help but smile, knowing it must be Leo calling her. He's always demanding and relentless when it comes to work.

Aria disconnected the call and looked at me with a pout. "All the best. I'm sure he's summoned you too," she hummed, seemingly calm despite the disruption.

Out of the blue, curiosity struck me. "Why is he calling you?" I inquired, watching as a faint blush crept onto her cheeks. It was an unexpected reaction.

"Work, darling. It tends to consume me," she replied before leaving, leaving me dumbfounded by her cryptic response.

Shrugging off the confusion, I settled back down. Just then, my phone began ringing, and a smile instantly graced my face as I saw Aaron's name on the screen. Without hesitation, I answered the call and saw his face appear before me.

"Hi," I said, momentarily lost for words. All I wanted at that moment was to embrace him tightly.

"What's up, little one? Couldn't sleep?" he asked with a smile that took my breath away.

"No, I was waiting for your call. Have you had lunch?" I inquired eagerly.

"Yes, love. And you?" he replied.

"I had dinner," I responded.

A comfortable silence enveloped us, and although I had numerous questions swirling in my mind, I struggled to put them into words.

"Don't you have anything to say?" he asked, arching an eyebrow playfully.

"I miss you," I whispered, my voice filled with longing.

"I miss you too, love," he reciprocated.

"When will you be back?" I inquired, hoping his return was imminent.

"The meeting will be held tomorrow, and everything should be wrapped up by the day after tomorrow. So maybe in three days," he informed me, and I couldn't help but sigh. Why did it feel like such a long time?

"By the way, what meeting is it? We haven't made any deals with Paris companies, so why are you attending a meeting?" I questioned, a hint of confusion evident in my voice.

"Uh... well, it's related to some old deals. You wouldn't know since you're... um... a new employee," he explained, his voice tinged with a trace of discomfort.

Old deals? I shrugged, deciding not to dwell on it too much. "Okay."

"It's already late. You should get some sleep," he suggested, and I nodded in agreement.

"Good night, Aaron," I bid him farewell.

"Love you, little one. Sleep tight. I'll call you tomorrow," he reassured me.

"I love you too."

With the call ended, I placed my phone aside and started pondering his words. Why did I have a nagging feeling that he was being dishonest?

No, he couldn't be lying. I know him too well.

Pushing away the negative thoughts, I set out to get some rest. The next day, I woke up with a smile and decided to indulge in some shopping, as it was the weekend—an opportunity I always relished.

Oh, my goodness! I absolutely adore shopping!

I swiftly got ready and booked a cab, making my way to the mall. As I perused the clothing racks, happily selecting items for myself, I couldn't resist the urge to pick out some shirts for Aaron too. After all, he seemed to exclusively wear those black shirts that I found oddly endearing.

Thoughts of him filled my mind, eliciting a smile on my face. Lost in my own little world, I searched for his shirts when suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning towards the source, I frowned upon seeing Antonio Black standing there.

What does he want now?

"Good morning, Ms. Sharma. I didn't expect to find you here," he greeted me with a smile. I offered him a polite but cautious smile in return.

"Good morning. Is there something you need?" I asked, my voice exuding directness. Antonio never gave me good vibes, so I was on guard.

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought I'd talk to you since you're here. Why don't we grab a coffee?" he suggested, but I declined, instinctively wary of his intentions.

" Is Aaron busy with his business meeting?" he inquired, trying to strike up a conversation. I simply shrugged, not willing to engage further.

"I've heard that Paris has an abundance of beautiful girls. He must be occupied with them," Antonio commented, chuckling to himself. I clenched my fist tightly around the shirt I held, growing increasingly agitated.

"Don't compare yourself to others," I retorted, turning to leave. However, Antonio's audacity couldn't be contained.

Before departing, he insinuated, "I'm not lying, you know. Considering the nature of his business, it's only natural for him to be involved in all sorts of illicit activities."

Illicit activities? My confusion peaked as I blurted out, "What do you mean by that?"

"Why do I sense a hint of jealousy in your voice, Ms. Sharma? Is something going on?" he taunted, wearing a smirk that sent shivers down my spine.

I closed the distance between us, folding my arms across my chest, and confronted him firmly, "Just answer the damn question."

"Fierce enough," he conceded, raising his hands in surrender, though the smirk remained. Rolling my eyes in response, I dismissed him, refusing to entertain his games.

"The rest is for you to find out," he taunted, leaving me standing there, utterly perplexed.

Is there something I don't know?

What did he mean by illicit activities?

Aaron's business is legitimate, one of the most reputable in fact. So, why the mention of prostitution?

I had to talk to Aaron, no matter what. I needed answers, and I needed them urgently.

SO WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN SHE GETS TO KNOW ABOUT AARON'S REAL IDENTITY?? 🤔

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