Page 80 of Obsession

She gave Aditya a smile. “Thank you for doing this for Rajiv. You’re a good friend. You and I really need to catch up soon.”

Aditya laughed. “I doubt that man behind you will ever agree to that. He seems so possessive of you. But I’ll be coming to Dubai next month. Let’s catch up then.”

Ananya gave him a quick hug, and with a happy wave, Aditya left her, disappearing into the crowd.

She turned and stormed back to Mihir. “Are you mental? Why were you behaving like a fucking caveman?”

“What did he want?” Mihir barked out. “It’s too much of a coincidence that he was here in Moscow at the same time as you are, and that he found you here in Arbat Street.”

She frowned. “Will you calm the fuck down?”

“Answer the question, Anna. What did he want?”

“Rajiv sent him.”

Mihir looked stunned. “Why?”

“To check on me and to ensure that you and I haven’t killed each other. Although, I’m fighting the urge to change that.”

“How did he find you here?”

“From Noir’s social media. I sent some pics to the team, and they must have tagged me in the pictures when they posted them.”

“I don’t like him,” he growled.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t know him.”

“I know enough.” Mihir yanked her to him. “You’re mine. I don’t like anyone touching what’s mine.”

She stopped her heart from soaring at his words.

“You and I are temporary, remember,” she reminded him. “You said so yourself this morning.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t like another man near you. I don’t like another man breathing close to you, and I hate it when another man touches you.”

Her jaw opened and closed. He was… He was just too much. She honestly didn’t know what to do with him or what to make of his words.Temporary. This was temporary, she told her frantic heart.

Yet, the next words slipped from her mouth before she could catch them. “You’re the only man I ever want near me. You’re the only man I want breathing next to me, and you’ve always been the only man I want touching me.”

Satisfaction showed in the brilliant smile on his face. God, that beautiful smile could still bring her to her knees. Her eyes raked his face. There was nothing about him that she didn’t like. To her, he was perfect, scar and all, and she hated that he thought less of himself because of the scar.

“Seven years ago, in that café,” she began, “I thought that you were the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. And now, years later, I think you’ve only grown to be more handsome than before.”

Rising to her toes, she ran her mouth along his scar, kissing every inch of it. “This scar doesn’t define who you are. You areyou, and you are perfect.”

He caught her arms, staring at her in awe. He opened his mouth, and she pressed her lips to his, stopping whatever he was going to say. Her tongue dipped inside his parted mouth and staked control. As always, electricity crackled in her veins and desire punched through her whole being as her tongue tangled with his.

Mihir finally shifted slightly, resting his head on hers. “What am I going to do with you, Anna?”

“Carpe diem, Mihir…” she smiled. “We are living in the moment… for now. We tried once to plan a future. Let’s not do that now. This, you and me, finally feels normal. Let’s not spoil it for a little bit more.”

He laughed and took her hand. “Come on, I want to take you to this amazing restaurant. It serves the best iced latte. I think you will love it.”

She would always remember the next few hours to be the best in her life. Her heart was full with happiness as the car entered the large gates leading up to Mihir’s home, thinking through her day.

Mihir had taken her to a cute little café, where the iced latte was actually the best she’d had, and the food also had been great. He’d ordered an individual plate of Blini—Russian pancakes—for her. They’d been delicious, but as always, she hadn’t been able to finish her food. As usual, he had grumbled, but still wiped her plate clean.

They’d laughed, smiled, and chatted like a regular couple. She told him stories about her family, about prior interviews she’d conducted with other celebrities and their quirks and issues, about herself, and all that she’d been up to in recent years. He listened to her, enraptured. In turn, he told her about his days in the orphanage, about Karina, life in Russia after the orphanage, and how every single new thing he’d come across had seemed larger than life at one time, but now felt so normal.

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