6:30AM;

"Stop it, dammit."

"Ugh, leave me alone.... Ahhh!"

"IT'S HURTINGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

I shot up from my bed, groaning as I slammed my hand on the alarm clock. I swear, one day, my ears are going to bleed from this nonsense.

The first thing I do every morning is check my phone for any messages from my family back in India. Living in America while they're so far away makes me anxious—what if they need me? What if something happens, and I'm not there? My elder sister is already married and doesn't live with them, and as for my brother... well, let's just say everyone grows up except him.

Anyway, yesterday was my last day as a lawyer at the firm.

Yes, I resigned.

Because, right now, I'm happy running my café. Yep, I own a café! It's doing well, and balancing both the law firm and the café was becoming a mess. Since the café earns me enough to support myself, I decided to let go of the legal world.

After checking my messages, I opened Instagram and replayed my story for the hundredth time—the one I took in the elevator on my way out of the firm.

I still love it. The outfit, the confidence—it screams strong, independent woman. But, honest... I aree meri bhuton se fatati hai.

Translation: But I'm terrified of ghosts.

But now that I'm heading to the café, I should probably wear something cute. Maybe a frock, a skirt, or even a kurti.

"HEYYYY BHAGWANN!!!" I screamed as I glanced at my alarm clock—6:55 AM.

Translation : " ohhhh Goooodddddd"

I need to be at the café by 8 AM. I only have an hour!

  "Bhagwan please mujhe ek billionaire boyfriend ya husband de do main kab tak aase chila chila kr uthti rahungi. Ek banda to main bhi deserve karti hu na " I whined, squeezing my eyes shut and making a dramatic face.

Translation: God, please give me a billionaire or mafia boyfriend or husband. How long do I have to suffer like this? I deserve one too!

With a sigh, I jumped out of bed, took a cold shower, and slipped into a cute, full-length frock. After one last glance in the mirror, I grabbed my bag and stepped out of my apartment.

I got up from my bed.  After taking a cold shower i slipped into a cute full length frock. Standing in front of my mirror i glanced at my self for the last time as i came out from my apartment.

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I took the bus to work. I know, I know—you're probably wondering why, if I own a café, I don't just buy a car. Well, personally, I prefer bikes over cars. Plus, I have a habit of saving money. Ever since childhood, I've been careful not to spend on unnecessary things. If I ever do buy something, it'll be a bike, not a car. But for now, I have more important things to focus on.

After getting off the bus, I walked toward my café, which was about ten minutes from the stop. On the way, I spotted a flower shop. Lately, I've been obsessed with flowers, so I bought a bouquet before continuing down the street.

Just as I was about to cross the road, I collided with someone, and my flowers fell to the ground.

I looked up, ready to scold the person—until I saw him.

A man, probably in his thirties, towered over me. He had to be at least 6 feet tall, maybe more. His sharp, piercing gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, I felt frozen. Something about him exuded danger and authority, yet at the same time, there was an undeniable pull between us.

At first, I was furious, but the moment I met his eyes, my anger vanished. I mean, come on, if a handsome man crashes into you, how are you supposed to stay mad?

Still, my poor flowers! I quickly bent down to pick them up.

"Hey, sorry about that," he said, his voice deep and smooth.

"No, it's okay," I replied, still gathering my flowers.

"Wait, don't strain yourself. Let me get those for you." His voice was softer now as he reached for the same flowers I was picking up. Our fingers brushed.

Or yaha main pighal gyi.[here i melt]

His jaw clenched slightly, and he seemed to hesitate before saying, "You should be careful bending like that."

I noticed the flicker of something in his eyes—concern? Frustration? He gently took the flowers from my hands and steadied me with a light touch on my arm.

"No, really, it's fine," I said quickly, flustered.

His grip tightened just for a second before he released me. "I insist."

But as soon as the words left his mouth, his expression hardened. He looked away briefly, clenching his jaw. What the hell am I doing? he seemed to be scolding himself. This isn't right.

I chuckled. "Thank you, but I can manage."

"Suit yourself," he muttered, stepping back.

As I nodded at him politely before walking away, I heard him murmur, "Beautiful."

I turned back, surprised. He looked down for a moment, then glanced up at me with a mischievous smile.

"Your dress," he added smoothly, as if covering up his slip. His eyes flickered over me before he swallowed hard.

I blushed.

My gaze dropped to my dress, and I smiled to myself. "Indeed," I mumbled before hurrying ahead.

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The moment I stepped into my café, the warm aroma of coffee hit me. As a coffee lover, this was pure bliss.

My staff greeted me, and I made my way to the counter. Even though I own Marigold Café, I still keep track of the finances, take orders, and sometimes prepare drinks—especially for my regulars, since I know their preferences.

While placing my new flowers in a nearby vase, the doorbell chimed, signaling a customer.

I looked up.

Tall—maybe 6 feet or more. Fair skin. Black coat, loose-fitting pants. Beneath the coat, a crisp white t-shirt. Handsome.

Wait.

That's him. The man I ran into earlier.

His sharp gaze locked onto me again, and I swore I saw something flicker in his eyes—something he was trying to suppress.

As he approached, I composed myself and greeted him, "Good morning."

His expression was unreadable. Instead of responding, he simply gave a small nod.

"What would you like to have?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

And that's how my morning took an unexpected turn.

🦚🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

Thankyou 

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