ArHi : A Not-so-Perfect Past

Prologue

He turned her around in his arms, and traced the shape of her lips with his eyes. Her eyes had glazed over with the sensuous fire of desire dancing in their burning brown depths.

He licked a corner of her lips.

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She was jostled out of her thoughts by an insistent cry.

Unfamiliar weather, people and place was too much for the toddler in her arms.

She'd herself had rather stayed ensconced in her cocoon far away from this mess.

A fashion house. A food chain. A retail outlet chain. An ailing father. And a man, who refused to stay forgotten.

She'd promised Pa that she'd let him meet his grand-daughter, atleast once.

Then he'd fallen ill.

And she'd had to come to India, with her baby girl, to fulfil the promise to her Pa.

And then, when his condition had suddenly deteriorated, she'd been asked to take over his business empire. And immediately, at that.

'Mess' was an understatement.

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