Hi, well this concept came in my mind so i thought if typing it down here. Don't know if something of same sort has ever been posted here. If yes, then let me know. A few days back i'd posted the concept of another story but that didn't get a good response so i won't continue with it. But still I'm posting another idea here. Please let me know what you think.
This is my first story but still i won't continue unless i have more than average people in for it. I'm sorry but i won't be able to give regular updates due to my classes but i promise that once i start a story i won't leave it in between.
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Ps- sorry for mistakes in spelling, grammer and all these stuff.
And Then Came Love
Prologue
It had only been 10 minutes since he had boarded his private jet, getting far, far away from HOME as possible..
It was an under-statement to call the place he lived the last 25 years of his life HOME, when it was nothing as such.
The striking jolt which he felt through his body on the word HOME forced him to think that there is no such place in the world that he could term as his HOME. He had houses, all over the globe. Why wouldn't he? After all he was THE MAAN SINGH KHURANA, one of the richest man on planet. But none of those houses could be termed as home.
His father resented him from the day of his birth and his step brother envied Maan's own built success. He had his grandmother, who was his only support during all these years. But alas! She was no more now. And this was the reason he had left the place once called by him as his home.
His grandmother's death had not been the only reason for his departure, but also because he could no longer handle that gold digger Sameera Singhania who had flown from Paris without any invitation to the last ritual of his Dadima. And he knew perfectly well the reason for her sudden appearance.
Cold displeasure gripped him as he recalled the numerous times he'd bedded her, thinking one day to get married to her for his Dadima's sake. But on her mind was always the money and looks he possessed and not the man he really was. So to trap him and his grandmothe, she had played the role of a perfect woman, the perfect Indian-would-be-bride.
He smiled an evil laugh as he recalled her antiques to impress him with her fabricated thinking, looks and body. Portraying herself someone sweet yet seductress to get under his skin.
But she had done a mistake by approaching the wrong man as Maan was direct about what he wanted. Sex. Which was as necessary to him as food, clothes and house to anybody.
So when Sameera had thought she'd been able to get the man under her charms, she had been wrong. Because all this time, it was he who was using her for satisfying his manly desires.
Another smile appeared on his face as he thought about the women in this world. Though these fascinating creatures portrayed themselves as the epitome of purity, he knew they were nithing close to that. And so he didn't mind using them, changing them or throwing them after his selfish interests.
The knock on the cabin door broke his chain of thoughts. And upon answering it, his theory about the opposite sex got confirmed, yet again, upon seeing the air-hostess standing nude on his door way.
Maan gave her a questioning look, even though he knew her intentions well. "What do you want?"
"Sir i know its been really tough for you lately with you grandm..."
"Cut all this shit." Maan spoke in bitterness as he pulled the girl inside and closed the cabin door. He did not like such cheap creatures, who were ready to throw themselves on him, to speak about the only woman he had love and respect for- His Dadima.
"Sir I'm Sunaina..."
Shhh! Maan kept his finger on her lips not wanting to hear any unnecessary sound as his hands and mouth did their job on her body.
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