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We have a suprise POV at the beginning of this chapter. A character everyone loves, and then of course we also have Aisha's too. Lay back, this is gonna be a long one!

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Tina's POV

5.00pm

"Maybe you should tell him to contact me personally, rather than throw me out of the meeting, something I was really looking forward too!"

"I'm afraid we can't do anything about it." The receptionist voice screeched through the phone.

"What do you mean we can't do anything about it?" I yelled, "Come upstairs to my office Amanda now!"

"Sure mam." I placed the office phone back to its place and buried my face in my hands.

This is absolutely rubbish. I'm at work right now, and one of my workers just told me something I really wasn't expecting to hear.
Who does he think he is? Only because I work for Ayan, that dosen't mean everything will go his way. I should be given some respect as I'm controlling his office in Paris.

I had a important consumer who was willing to give in his designs and ideas for our brand. His name is Frank Mattews, an Italian dealer for so many fashion brands.
I was about to go to Rome, to meet him for a meeting, and most importantly, because of this crucial meeting I've been working my ass off, documenting papers, making contracts, doing so many phone calls.

But, at end what happens after 3 months of hardwork? when I was about to go in 2 weeks? .... Ayan emails our building, basically saying hey-this-meeting-has-been-passed-on... and TINA is not apart of it.

Like what the fuck is his problem!? I'm not letting this go, he can't just end things, something which meant so much for me via email. Not even privately explaining.

"What has he done!?" I fumed, as soon as Amanda entered through my door.

"I-I don't know mam, Ayan Mehra sent an email yesterday claiming, he's replaced someone for you--"

"Replaced someone for me!? Did I even ask him?"

"I know mam.. is just that, he claimed someone else from his hold will be going to Rome for that meeting... not you." She nervously played with her fingers, eyeing me for a short time.

"Leave." I spoke in a harsh tone, waving of my hand. And as soon as she left, I picked the phone next to me and speed dialled Ayan. Yes that looser was saved on the phone, since everything is his.

'Ayan Mehra can't reach your call right now, if anything important, please leav--'

I end the call and try again.
Freaking up you asshole.

'Ayan Mehra can't reach---"

Cut.
Last one, pick up shitbag!

'Ayan Mehra can't reach your call right now, if anything important, please leave a message after the tone... BEEP--'

"Listen here you Prick! How dare you? How dare you cancel the Frank Mattews meeting on me. I was incharged, he was MY Client. You need to call me back right now Ayan! Or else the consequences will affect you!" With a huff, I angrily placed the phone back and sighed...

He better fix this or else this company will drown, and with that... he will too.

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Aisha's POV

12.44am

I was currently standing at the corner of the lobby, my shift was over and I wanted to go home. But not before talking to Rohan.

2 days. I haven't seen him in 2 days, and all I could think about was him. The only person I wanted to talk to was him. The past 2 days haven't been great... I just wanted him to once listen and try to understand. But Rohan having to listen and understand never comes together.

Though today was different. I saw him walk out, and as usual he pretended as if I don't exist. But that's not the point. The point is, Rohan walked out of the gate by himself, WITHOUT his two big, huge, gigantic security guards, who always protect him like a shield.

Both of his security guards were pacing around the main lobby like lunatics, which I assume they were waiting for Rohan. And like them, I was also worried.

Did I mention it's 12:45am? I finished my shift at night 12, and it's been 45 minutes of me just hiding behind a wall, wanting to find where Rohan is. I just hope he's safe.

Should I ask his guards, or wait... I don't know. I've probably have called Rohan like 30 times now, and I'm not dumb. I know he's avoiding me, nobody cuts a call so quick, like Rohan is. He's knows everything.

"I'll be back from the restroom in 2 minutes." I heard a hard british accent slur, it was one of Rohan's guards. He placed his bluetooth device and phone on the reception desk, before walking ahead to the gents restroom.

Shit, yes!

I made my way out of the corner and gently tip toed towards the reception desk, clear from the other guard whose back was faced towards me and he was by the gate.
Don't let him see you Aisha, don't let him see you.

I quickly grabbed the phone, and placed it in the front pocket of my black skirt.
Now make your way out.

My hand digged inside the pocket, to hide him from seeing the phone. As I walked past he gave me a curious glance but I smiled and let myself out the gate outside.

Yes! Success.

Not even 10 seconds and the phone starts to ring. Holy crap! What do I do? I can't pick it, they'll see me through the glass gate.

I ducked my head down and kept walking, ignoring the sound of the phone ringing...
I rounded the corner of the street, glancing up at the night sky, I sighed, a smile took over my face. The night sky was such a welcoming sight, appearing like magic. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold.
Seeing the sky was like a message to me, telling me to make good use for today. And I will.

Bing!
The mobile chimed with a text message, forcing me to peel my gaze from the sky.

I reached out to my pocket, got the phone and opened it. And of course my smile widened and my heart ached with happiness as it was from Rohan.

- Peck meup

I frowned, a small laugh escaped my lips... wait what? Is he drunk?

Bing!
Another text. My eyes drifted back to the phone.

- in the road, u need to cpme

I laughed again, oh he's definitely drunk, and it's so cute. No. Stop Aisha, focus.
I need to help him... I text him back asking him where he is.

- Where are you?

It took him like 3 minutes to reply but thank god he did.

- Rue Newton, swmewhere in a alleyway.

It didn't take me second to know where that place is. Cause luckily, I know every corner of Paris.

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I walked along the rough cobbled streets that caused my feet to ache. The buildings were tight together and loomed over me, like a forest of stone. When I looked up the roofs were so close together that I could only make out a sliver of the blue sky that was mirrored by the tiny stream of light that trickled along the cold stone ground. The alleyway twisted and turned back on itself, Then I saw a shadow, lying in the middle... oh god, please don't let that be Rohan.

I run towards the shadow body, quicken my pace at each step, when I'm near it, I stop and walk closer. The closer I get, the more moonlight shone on his face and there he was. It was Rohan.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I kneeled down beside him and took his face in my hands. I heard his stomach growled, he held a bottle of beer tightly clutched around his hand, I could smell his scent, smelt like rich whiskey.

"Oh your so drunk..." I trailed, looking at his face. He slowly opened his eyes, those toffee intoxicated eyes met mine for a brief second before I was pushed off him.

"What the hell!" He growled, immediately standing up. "Why are you here!?" He shouted.

I glared at him, "Shut up! Be quiet, their others around this area."

He groaned, annoyingly, running a hand through his hair, he then turned around and started to walk off.
Wait. No!

"Oi! Wait up!" I stood up from the ground and ran towards him.

"Rohan," I touched his arm but he yanked it away "Leave me alone!" He started to walk even more faster.

"If you have an inch of respect for me, you could slow down a bit, I can't walk that fast in heels..."

"Wait, atleast let me take them off!" I spoke, pacing behind him.

"I didn't even call you here! How the fuck did you come?" He questioned, stopping to face me.

I smirked, lowering my face to him "I don't know... magic maybe?" He closed his eyes in irration and stepped back then started to walk again.

"You know what!? I won't even ask you anything, cause If I ask you something that's means it'll start a conversation, and so sorry to dissapoint you but I don't talk to liars like you." Rohan said, ranting off while walking.

"That's rude." I retorted, now beside him.
"I'm here to help only."

"Really? So you don't want to talk to me?" He turned his head to look at me.

I shaked my head "Not at all, I'm just here to help."

"Bullshit." He replied, staring ahead, quicken his pace.

I could hear him mutter stuff, I was pretty sure he was talking to himself, I couldn't clearly hear it, but it was something in the words of 'should've never called anyone here' .. 'just went in my car and left'

"Wait a minute!" I looked at him wide eyed, I saw him roll his eyes at my sudden excitement. "Did you just say should've left in my car!?"

He sighed, running his fingers through his sexly messy hair. Shit, I wanted to touch his hair with my fingers, bet it would feel so good.

I was walking beside him, he quickly cornered the alleyway and walked towards a blue car. "Oh shit! So you do have a car, and hey wait--" I grabbed his arm pulling him away to grab the handle.

"Let me go!" He yelled.

"No! Your drunk, I'm driving the car, not you." I nagged, instruction him to move back.

"I'm walking straight, I'm talking fine, and you think I'm drunk!?" Rohan said, taking a step closer.

"You smell of alcohol, your stomach makes a growling sound every minute and I bet your head is pounding right now."

"Fine. I'm drunk, but I'm stable--"

"It's still not safe!" I spoke loud and clear.
Why does this guy have to be so complicated?

"Give me the keys."

"Fuck no,"

"Give them to me Rohan." I ordered, glaring at him.

His eyes darken as he took the keys out of his pocket and hand them over to me, not before yanking my body towards him. Our faces inches apart. "You will not utter a single word in the car. Got it?" He served, each word dragged and slow.

I pushed him away and unlocked the car.
"No promises made, Rohan Nanda."

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"Could you atleast turn the music on please."

I was driving, while Rohan was just glaring outside the window, purposely ignoring me.

"Hey! Turn it on--"

"Why didn't you tell me?" His quiet voice came from a distance,

"Tell you what?" My heart sank and his disappointment flared.

"You lied. Could've told me the truth."

I sighed sadly, shaking my head, "I just wanted to protect myself."

He looked at me while I kept driving, "What did you think that I was some sort of seriel killer opting out to kill you, and you had a need to protect yourself!?" Rohan frowned as I shaked my head,

"No I was just scared Rohan, please I'm sorry..."

"Its like you just purposely want to torture me," He says, "I felt so good to be friends with you. I thought after a long time there is someone I could finally rely on and then Woosh!... Everything gone."

I pressed the break peddles as the car came to a stop. We've reached to the hotel and I didn't know what to say to Rohan anymore, I just closed my eyes at his harsh words "I'm sorry." I whisper, repeating again.

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"Stop following me!" He growled, as I paced behind him, deciding to drop him off to his room.

"Just--..." He paused, stopping infront of his door, looking back to see if I was gone. But no, I've refused to let go this time.

When he saw I was still there, he didn't react at all, I thought he was gonna shout or say something, telling me to go away. But when he fully turned around I took this a opportunity to do something unexpected towards him.

I told my heart to stop beating so fast one last time. It didn’t listen. So after a few seconds or glancing sheepishly at Rohan, I enveloped him in a hug. He didn't wrap his arms around me, but he didn't push me off either.

'He is going to push you off Aisha, leave him,' my brain whispered.
But my heart denied, 'No Aisha, tell him.'

In that moment my arms squeezed a fraction tighter and Rohan breathed more slowly, his body melting into mine as every muscle lost its tension to the spring air. This was life, real life. And I loved it, I wanted to stay like that forever.

The sound of his heart beating I know form the quiet moments on a hunt - but this is the first time I really feel it, lean and hard muscle against my own.
 
"I’m not even sure I deserve you,” I mutter, more to myself as I’m still a little confused to think if he’s accepting me back.

“Then why? Why are you standing here waiting for me hold you?” I don't answer, he just turned the tables quickly on me. “Why did you come track me down?”

The answer is absolutely crystal clear. “Because I love you.”

He inhaled a sharp breath, his body stilled against mine. Rohan went rigid. He wasn't expecting that. But me on the other hand...
My fucking heart swells and expands, ripples with warmth, and I feel unbelievably light in my soul. Joy radiates through me, and it feels like a rebirth.
I feel new.
I feel immensely grateful for every possibility before me right now.

"Just because I let you go 2 years ago dosen't mean I wanted to," I spoke, squeezing him tighter against me, "It's tough. It's never easy to be so inlove with you and not being able to see you everyday. And it hurts when you hurt me, but I just can't let you go." I sighed, inhaling his scent. I pulled back to look at him, and like always, he wasn't looking at me, just staring at the ground.

I cupped his face with both of hands and smiled, "Rohan, I may not be the first women in your life, but I want to be the last women you ever loved... and that's it, that's all I want. You. Only you."

....

"Rohan?" I whispered, "Aren't you gonna say something?"

Please say something, my heart plead.
But he didn't.

So I let him go and stepped back, and whatever they say happens in movies, was the same with me. As soon I let him go, the rock air hit hard, it made me want to engulf him again, wanting to feel warm.

I turn around to leave but then stopped, looking over my shoulder, I give him a tentative smile. “Well, good night then.”

He looks up, meeting my eyes “Good night, Aisha,” he says softly, and that right there… it’s regret in his eyes. I see it clearly and it causes me to freeze in place.

Is that an opening?
Should I press an advantage?

But before I can even think what that might look like, he says, “I know I didn't appreciate it earlier, but thanks for helping today.” And then turns back toward the hotel door.

My shoulders sag at the cold brush-off and I turn away, telling myself with absolute certainty, I need to give up on him.
He’s just not interested.

I get no more than two steps towards the elevator, before Rohan's hand clamps on my wrist and he’s spinning me back toward him. My mouth falls open in a gasp of surprise, only to be covered with his as he pulls me roughly to him.

He puts a hand to the back of my head, another at my hip where he squeezes oncebefore pulling me flush against his body, and then he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.
Never, ever kissed like this before.
Certainly not like last time , which was gentle and exploratory, hesitancy a barrier.

But this is a full-on assault on all of my senses. His mouth is urgent, rough, and demanding. His tongue immediately claims mine, and I give it up to him without a second thought.
My hands reach blindly to grip into his t-shirt, and then claw inward so I can hold him tightly so he can’t get away and I can’t fall down because my knees are so weak.
Almost as if he’s satisfied that I would never in a million years think to pull my mouth from his, his hand drops from my head to take my other hip and he presses me into him.
And I feel everything.
Every inch of his hard body.

A tiny moan flutters up from my throat and doesn’t even hesitate before it slithers into his mouth. Rohan's fingers scroll up digging harder into my waist as I press my body tightly against his, my arms now snaking around his shoulders. My fingers touch the back of his neck, sliding upward to the back of his head where they rub against the stubble of his soft hair briefly before gliding back down and around to lie against his chest.

I can feel the mad hammering of his heart, and mine seems to gallop at the same speed within my chest. My entire body is on fire, my limbs feel like jello, and an ache throbs between my legs. In this very moment, I’ve never been more turned on in my entire life by a man, and if we were in my house, lord knows what I've done.

But then Rohan hesitates, his mouth pausing and his grip loosening. His forehead touches mine as he mutters almost painfully, “You need to go.”

“No,” I say automatically, my fingers dragging over his chest, pausing at his stomach.

Rohan lifts his head, and his troubled eyes bore into mine. His words are clipped and harsh. “You need to go, Aisha.”

“No,” I say again. Okay, it comes out almost like a whine, and my fingers boldly skim up and down his abs, which feels so good.
I want him to stay, to not lose him.

Rohan hisses and his body jerks when I press my right palm against his cheek.
His hands shoot upward, roughly grabbing my shoulders so he can push me away. It’s not a hard push, but in a nanosecond, he puts two feet of space between us and then drops me like a hot potato.

I stare at him, my chest heaving. A silent plea on my mouth for him to come back to me again.
He shakes his head, but his voice is surprisingly gentle when he says, “You need to go, Aisha. This isn’t happening.”

“But I don’t understand,” I whisper.

Rohan scrubs a hand over his head and huffs out with frustration. “There’s nothing to understand. I’m not good for you and I don't love you. We just can’t go there, okay? I don't even, fuck... why did I do that.” He mutters the last bits to himself.

“No, it’s not okay,” I argue, and even though my body is starting to cool, I feel more drawn to him than ever. I feel absolutely compelled to admit to him, “I love you. I really do. Don't you believe it? If it's about me lying to you then I'm sorry.”

Rohan’s eyes gentle as he gives me a sad smile. “I forgive you Aisha, but I won't forget. And I just don't think I'll ever be able to say it back to you.”

“But?" I prompt him.
“But nothing,” he says firmly. “I’m not going to be here long, so I’m not about to start anything with you. If there is anything, It's just friends Aisha, and frankly… I won’t make a very good friend so take that for what it’s worth.”

My eyes drop to the ground, and I try to make sense of the emotions warring within me. So much disappointment, and a huge pool of sadness, that Rohan feels the need to stay so closed off.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and my eyes snap back up to his.
And he is sorry. His gaze is filled with regret and pain, not for me, but for himself, and it crashes into me hard.

"No,” I murmur, shaking my head. “This is not done. Listen to me Rohan Nanda,” I take a step closer to him, "I didn't say I love you just for you to say it back. I said it because I wanted you to know that I want you, and I will not back down without fighting. You might not feel anything for me now, and I think that's fine. But if you told me you had no feelings for me what-so-ever in the past then I call bullshit!" I rattled, taking deep breaths.

"You're implying that you will make me love you--" He starts but I interrupt like a needy tiger, "Wrong!" I say.

"I'm saying I'll try to bring some sort of feelings back from you. I don't want you to look at me like a hideous liar. I want you to look at me like I'm someone you can trust and be with. With yes, maybe a glimpse of hope if you can love me."

He even attempts to hide a smile that’s completely lackluster, causing my heart to squeeze like it’s been locked in a vice grip.
"Is that a challenge I see?" He tilts his head, scanning my head.

I shrug my shoulders, "Maybe... since you consider everything as a challenge then yes." I reply, a load of sass coming out.

Rohan smirks, a hint a amusement sparkling in his eyes. "I like to see you try," He says and turns away from me. I watch him walk to his door again, opening it.

"Game on then!" I yell to his back.
He paused, and after a second I hear a throaty laugh esacaping his mouth, before the door slam shut.

Fine then.

Most women would take him at face value and give him what he just asked for. But I’m not most women, and I’m sure Rohan has that figured out. I know he thinks he needs space, probably to protect himself and me at the same time.

I see something different though.
I see a man who wants something for himself but is too afraid to take it. He’s afraid of failure.

So I throw my shoulders back, determination forging my spine into steel, and I vow to myself I’m going to get through those walls he just put up around himself, no matter what it takes.

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I want to let you's know, that my holidays are over :( and I wouldn't be updating weekly anymore. I have a job outside home, and it's my last year of school and also have other loads of responsibility. It gets very difficult to manage time and update weekly.
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About the book... good news or bad? 😂😂🙃

So well the bad news is, I have come to a conclusion that this book has a chance to end very soon. In less than 10 chapters.
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Nope, so the good news I guess we can agree to is the fact we all need Rohan's POV!?
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I thought I'll give you guys this as a suprise, but there are things I need to warn everyone for Rohan's POV.

Rohan is vulgar, his thoughts are extreme. He swears alot, uses rude words, has a dirty mind 🙈 there's a big difference in Aisha's and Rohan's personality.

So please don't get triggered you all have been warned for Rohan's POV, he is an another level. But I love him for that. 😂💕 
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