Daksh was orphan, surviving only for his younger brother. No chance he believed in fairytales, especially the kind where a billionaire's daughter could ever understand a man like him. Orphaned young, with only his younger brother to care for, Daksh...
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Daksh stands at the salty, blue edge of the ocean, the grandeur of the ship looming over him like a silent reminder of where he doesn’t belong.
The company’s team is gathered nearby, buzzing with excitement for the upcoming wedding. The private port is filled with relatives, friends, and family, each flaunting their wealth in ways that make his stomach coil with unease.
His co-workers murmur about the luxury they’re witnessing, their conversations laced with envy and anticipation, while anxiety settles heavy in his chest. He has spent years working with powerful people, but always in passing hours, maybe a day at most. Now, he’s expected to spend an entire week surrounded by people who exist in a different world, one he can’t afford to even dream of.
The bride and groom have already arrived, settled into the ship, but he remains at the dock, waiting. His fingers tighten around his passport, his small suitcase resting at his feet but she still hasn’t arrived.
Yuvansh had practically forced him to pack appropriate stuff for the so-called “vibe” of the ship. He’d dragged him through endless stores, tossing new clothes and hygiene products into his arms. “If you’re going to stand next to her, at least try to match her standard.” Yuvansh had said.
It was humiliating, but not as humiliating as this moment, standing here like some forgotten extra while the world moved on without him.
“Aren’t you stubborn? I thought you’d get on the line.” Aahil’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. Daksh doesn’t even bother to turn. Irritation prickles under his skin as her bodyguards shift.
The sea mingles with the wind, waves rolling back and forth as if mocking his stillness. The sky is clear, the sun warm, but nothing about this moment feels light. Two men stand on the dock, glaring at each other with barely contained hostility.
Girls passing by steal extra glances, giggling, and Aahil offers them a charming smile, the kind that makes girls fall at his feet.
Daksh takes off his black shades, revealing those annoyingly attractive eyes, and smirks.“I wasn’t on the line. The line made its own way into my path,” Daksh responds, his voice steady.
Aahil clicks his tongue, a slow chuckle escaping him. “She’s out of your league. How hard is that to understand?” Daksh stiffens, his grip tightening on his passport.
Aahil doesn’t necessarily hate him, but he can’t stand the idea of Ahana with someone like Daksh. A man who stares at her like he owns her. A man who makes her change her decisions for him.
Ahana was never the kind of girl to change her preferences, yet somehow, Daksh had managed to wedge himself into her life, making her bend in ways for him.
“I don’t need her bodyguard to tell me my limits,” Daksh bites out.
Aahil smirks, stepping closer, his voice dropping just enough for only Daksh to hear. “More like you can’t afford her.” The words hit like a slap, but before Daksh can respond, a sleek car pulls up.
