Page 27 of She will Always be Mine

Is not being together killing her too?

Are her days as lonely and nights as long as mine?

Does her mom treat her right? Is she safe?

These are the thoughts that plague my head and heart the most. Mornings are the worst because as soon as my I wake up, I want to text her just like I did every other day.

They started as a battle as she fought her feelings for me but I was relentless. I wanted her to know that I wouldn’t stop until I made her mine, to remind her she belonged with me.

I also selfishly did it so she’d be distracted with thoughts of me and blushing the whole day.

I’m still distraught by her decision and promised myself that I would harden my resolve and not continue our ritual, as a way to punish her. I know how much she loved them. I also know there would be a sweet teasing smile playing on her soft lips.

One time, I couldn’t resist sending her one while she sat on my bed as I got ready. It was the day after she spent the night with me.

The second she glanced down at her phone, she flushed red from head to toe. I had told her I’ll have a taste of her pussy before she left for her classes.

I was so wrong to believe I could hold on because it only took half a day for my resolve to crack and crumble. I keep staring at the text I sent a week ago with no response back from her.

ME:I’m counting down the days till you’re back in my arms, my little liar.

You should too.

She has no clue the night I sealed her fate with mine as I took her virgin cunt and made it bleed on my cock, I saved her number asMINE.

It only felt right.

Meant to be.

“Should I set up a final meeting, Riaan?” asks Snehil, my assistant. Like I said, I can’t get rid of Nyra from my head. It’s impossible.

I told my assistant to call me by my first name—instead of Sir or Mr. Ahuja—from the first day I hired her two years ago when my company’s name took off and I needed someone to manage my calendar.

I expect the same from my team because they all are close to my age and I don’t need some formal tag to assert my authority and demand respect. They already know not to cross me and how much I don’t like my time being wasted.

“Set it up for tomorrow morning,” I curtly reply. “I don’t want to delay it any longer.”

“Done.”

“Did you make all the arrangements for the Reet brothers?” I ask next.

“The hotel bookings at the JW Marriott were made after I confirmed the dates with their manager. They will be leaving the day after the show. Our team is also keeping track of the ticket sales which went live on the website yesterday.”

“Good. What about on social media platforms?”

“The posts have been shared on the Reet brothers’ page as well.”

Snehil is very professional and efficient and always finishes her tasks on time. Even the clients love her, which is why I keep her with me in the meetings often as she makes them feel welcome.

One of our biggest events this year is the performance of the Reet brothers at none other than Nyra’s university for their yearly festival. I never told her because I wanted to surprise her and also show off my company that I built with my blood, sweat, and tears.

The Reet brothers are a dynamic singing duo that has taken Bollywood by storm. Their songs are at the top of every hit music list and they will be going on a world tour next year. That’s why it is such a big deal for me to make their show successful because it will take my company to the next level.

They will be performing in two months and I’m hoping Nyra will be back by then. I remember her telling me she has never been to a concert and I just knew I had to be the one to make it happen for her.

Nodding at Snehil, I dismiss her. “Let me know if anything changes.”

She’s almost to the door when she twists around. “I forgot to tell you, your mom called my desk phone since you didn’t pick up your cell. She said it was important.”

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