Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire’s Wife

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It’s Monday, and I’m here with yet another steaming shot of short love stories. Hope you’ll like it.

 

Title: The Billionaire’s Wife

 

“I got to do this to save my business. There’s no other way.” Kate murmured under her breath as she stepped out of her antique shop and waited for the taxi.

Kate was a virgin and didn’t know that she was heading to an uncharted territory. A night full of passion and Kate ended up losing her V-card to Dave.

An unexpected pregnancy compelled Kate to think and rethink about her marriage of convenience with sexy billionaire Dave Hunt.

“Oh, so you’re back.”

“Yeah, I need funds to pay the bills.”

“Transferred.” Dave hit a button on his laptop and gazed at Kate with his mischievous eyes.

“What I have to do now?” She smacked her lips in anticipation.

“Nothing new. The same thing which you had been doing for the past three months. You have to pose as my wife in front of my parents. They’ll stay with us for a month and you have to behave like a well-obedient daughter-in-law.”

“Well-obedient?” Her eyes narrowed as anger boiled within her.

“Yeah, no more late nights at your old goods shop in the downtown. You would rather be finishing your work as early as five and be home at six to have a family dinner with us.”

“But, this was not in the contract.” She shot an angry stare at him.

“You know what, Kate, I never had any trouble with getting girls. Women throw themselves at me. I just have to stand and wait for them to come to me. You should feel lucky that I pick you. I still have options. If you…” His angular jaw clenched as he stood from his chair and swaggered around her.

“Okay, fine. I’ll be home at six and will have dinner with your parent. But after that can I get back to work?”

“Sure. You can use my car.”

***

Romantic Short Stories: The Billionaire's Wife“Where the hell are you, Kate?” Dave tossed his smartphone on the bed, loosening his tie knot with the other hand.

Rain lashed the car top. The storm had set in.

“It’s six. She should be home.” He muttered as he drove through the overpass to reach the downtown.

His car halted in front of Kate’s Antique Store.

He pushed open the door and there she was. Kate stood on the other side of the customer’s counter showing some antique pieces of jewelry to an old couple.

Dave’s presence was commanding, his cologne even stronger.

Kate lifted her head and saw him shooting daggers at her from all the way across the shop. His gaze scalded her heart. So intense. She begged an excuse from the couple and gestured Dave to meet her in the guests’ lobby.

“You here? What’s wrong. You don’t look good. Is everything okay?” Her mouth twisted, eyes widening. She couldn’t believe that Dave could ever visit her small rustic shop.

“How can you be so irresponsible?”

“How could you say that?” She felt heat building inside her, flushing her cheeks.

“What are you doing here? Entertaining your customers? How could you do this? At least, you could have called me but no, you were so busy. And the best part is that you’re not picking up your phone.” His firm grasp on her shoulders tightened as his eyes emitted heat of anger, desperation, restlessness, all mixed.

“Why do you want me now, Mr. Dave? You renewed the contract for a month, till your parents are here. And, if I’m not wrong Mrs. and Mr. Hunt left the town last night. We both saw them off at the airport.”

Sky fell on him.

“Shit. How can I…” His hands slipped off her arms. Massaging his forehead, he glanced her way. “Anyways… by what time you’ll be free.”

“Just this couple and I’m closing the store.”

“Cool. I’ll be waiting for you.” He came close and held her hands, his eyes reading her thoughts.

“And, why do you wait for me, Mr. Hunt.”

“Because I don’t want my pregnant wife to return home all alone in the stormy night.”

“So, you still think I’m your wife even when the contract is over.”

“What proof do you want, Kate? Do you want me to show you my heart? Can’t you just understand?”

“Understand what?”

“That I want you back in my life. And this time, without a contract.”

 

~End~

 

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Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone

Here comes this week’s romantic short story:

Title: That Special Someone

“So, you think you can do this,” David asked Ashley as he pulled out a paper towel from the kitchen napkin holder and lay over a sea-green ceramic plate.

“What made you think I can’t?” She bumped her eyebrows and scowled, gently immersing the frying basket into the hot oil.

“Careful… it will splatter.”

“Ouch…” She whined with a tingle of burn on her hand.

“Shit. Are you alright? Hope you have not scalded your hand…”

“Chill. It’s just a minor burn.”

“Come on…” David dragged Ashley to the kitchen sink and held her hand under the cold running water.

“I’m alright. Let’s see if the wings are done.” She lifted her gaze and looked at him.

“Better you leave the kitchen in its owner’s hands and relax in the living room.” David pushed Ashley out of the kitchen to the cozy living room of his farm house, unknown of the fact that the woman he was living with for the past few months was a famous movie star.

Tired of her materialistic lifestyle and unnecessary show-off, Ashley left her house on a whim. She was seeking oblivion in someone’s close company when God granted her wish of finding a person who didn’t know a thing about her.

David appeared like an angel when Ashley knocked his country house in the middle of a stormy night. He politely took her in and since then they were living together.

Romantic Short Stories: That Special Someone“Here you go…” David set a cup of black coffee and a plate full of chicken wings on the coffee table.

“Where’s your coffee?” She asked looking up meeting his deep dark eyes.

“Way too much caffeine in my bloodstream. I’m on a coffee fast right now.”

“Oh, come on… You can’t be.” She stood and came close. “I’m not going to drink this stuff alone. You need to share this.” She raised the coffee mug to his lips, and he couldn’t resist taking a sip from the mug.

“Shall, I get another cup for you?” he asked as he sensed his heart melting by the sight of her thin pink lips. Something citrusy wafted in his nose as she edged closer to him and smiled, her green eyes twinkling like two shiny stars.

“Not needed.” She rotated the mug and carefully placed her lips at the steamy impression of David’s lips, sipping the hot beverage.

Their eyes did the talking as they came close, and the most awaited kiss happened. Their lips played for a while before they pulled back holding each other’s hands.

“I knew you’re a special woman.”He gazed into her eyes, a smile curving his mouth.

She shrugged, her brows furrowing. Her gaze dipped to the floor. “Special?”

“I know who you are.” He lifted her chin up with two fingers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. I should’ve told you but things were so beautiful I didn’t want to ruin them by telling you the truth.” Her forehead creased as tears blurred her vision.

He came close and dab the streaming tears on his fingers.

“Oh, baby. Don’t cry. We always dream a life that we don’t have. You can stay here as long as you want but you need to go back some day.”

“Will you miss me?” She sniffed looking in his eyes.

“Of course, I will miss you…”

“I don’t want to go back. I hate my celebrity status. Can I stay with you forever?”

“You can sweetheart but don’t give up on something you achieved with so much of hard work. You can drop in here anytime and can stay for as long as you want but you need to carry on. I hope you’re getting me.”

She smiled with eyes and mouth. New tears glazed her eyes as she went into David’s open arms.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories

Howdy Friends! It’s Monday and I’m here with yet another love flash from my hidden treasure of romantic short stories.

This week’s flash is about Love and Forgiveness. Hope you like it.

Title: Locked Memories

The alarm went off at four in the morning, and the doorbell rang.

I groped for my mobile phone on the bedside table and swiped the screen to switch off the alarm.

The deafening sound of the doorbell again penetrated my ears.

“Who could it be?”

I rolled over the bed, put my sleepers, and rose to my feet.

The doorbell rang again.

“Who the hell is this?” I muttered. The hall was dimly lit. A thin beam of light strained out through the cream shade of the night lamp. I staggered to my feet and made my way to the front door of the house and peeked into the eye hole.

It was dark in the porch.

“Who’s this?” I asked. My voice wobbled. I struggled to fight the sudden fear creeping around me.

No answer.

Panic pooled into my gut as I debated with my mind whether to open the door or not.

Instead of fully releasing the door, I used the door chain and peeked out. A whiff of wet soil entered my nostrils. Raindrops pattered on the tin roofing of the dimly lit porch.

Romantic Short Stories: Locked Memories, www.mariyamhasnain.comNothing was visible in the dim light that came from the street lamp except a shadow. A man stood at the entrance, a cowboy hat on his head. He wore an overcoat.

“Who’s this?” I mustered the courage to ask again though couldn’t control the shakiness of my voice.

“It’s me.” A deep husky voice broke the stillness of the rainy morning.

It sounded familiar. I perhaps heard it somewhere, some place. I didn’t know. I couldn’t recall.

Irritation drank all my fear and anxiety. My voice hardened. Angrily, I asked, “Me who? Do you have a name?”

And the shadow walked in front of me. He stood across from me, behind the safety chain.

A bright white light enveloped the darkness as he lit the torch and pointed it towards his face.

“Shawn? Is it you?” Anger, apprehension, hatred all together cluttered my brain seizing my thinking power. My tongue couldn’t form a single word. I went mute, lifeless, a frozen mess of bone and flesh.

“Can you let me in?” His words hit my ears bringing me back to my senses.

“How could you? It’s been ten years.”

“I want you, Diana. I want my life back. I’ve repented a lot on my mistake.”

He kindled the feelings I once had for him. My hand roamed over the lock disengaging the safety chain and pushing the door wider for him.

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Don’t Break My Heart – Episode 21

I was getting ready for the evening out just when I heard Tina complaining about something on the top of her voice…
“Why nobody calls me out…Why I’ve to suffer this trauma…” She yelled while dusting the furniture pieces of the living room.
“It’s okay sweetie…every girl has her own share of happiness…I really felt bad for you when Aryaman dumped you for Shanaya,” Dia tried to console her while getting ready for her own date.
“Correct yourself…it’s I who dumped him…I really hate when boys expect too much out of a relationship, and after all it’s been 3 long months with him. It was kind of freaking me out sticking with the same boy for such a long time…”
As their discussion about boyfriends and ex-boyfriends continued, I kept quiet not bothering much as both were out almost every weekend throughout the last month with one or the other boy. But, for me, this was my second outing since I came to the city, and I was in no mood of spoiling my evening.
I was busy in stuffing my necessary things in the clutch and getting ready for the evening just when I heard a knocking on the main door. Tina got the door.
“Ruchi…it’s for you”
All set, I snapped my golden clutch and descended down the stairs to reach the door.
“Rajeev…How come you are here…I sent you an SMS about cancelling our date tonight?” My pupils widened as I found Rajeev standing at the doorway with a bunch of roses.
He handed me the flowers and smiled. “Chill girl…I thought you’re kidding and didn’t really mean that, especially after yesterday’s incident…” He stepped ahead and whispered against my right ear.
I felt heat dissipating around me as he came close, but I really didn’t like the way he turned up against my wish as I planned on going out with Jay because I’ve promised him earlier.
“You look stunning. Come let’s go.” He smiled at me.
“I’m sorry Rajeev. I forgot to tell you that I already had a date tonight with one of my friends.
“Oh…I see…and you can’t cancel it. Can you?” he asked.
“No.” My reply was firm, and I realized that he sensed my intentions.
“Okay then Ruchi…As tomorrow I am kind of busy, we can go the next Friday…” he said stepping back.
“Sure Rajeev.” I said.
He was gone. Closing the door, I went back to the kitchen to arrange the flowers in the vase.“Keep it up Ruchi…you’ve two guys fighting for you now…” Tina smirked at me.
“He he…whatever Tina…” said I.
Soon the door knocked, and this time I got it.
“Hello Ruchi…Hope you didn’t forget our date.” Jay was standing at the door.
“Not at all Jay…In fact I was waiting for you…” I said.
“That’s great.”
He took me for a movie and then we had a dinner in a restaurant named Bay Leaf.
“I really had a wonderful time today Jay,” I told Jay as we walked up to the gate of my commune.
“Me too Ruchika…Let’s plan something for the next Friday,” he said as we stood at the front gate.
“Of course but not this Friday…” as I remembered I’d date with Rajeev the coming Friday, and I didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.
“Maybe we can plan something for the Saturday. It would be more fun if we have some more of our friends to accompany us.”
His eyebrows arched as if he didn’t like my suggestion of going out with a group…
“Oh…so you wanna go with a group…” he questioned.
“Yes…why not…it would be nicer if Shikha and others can come for a group outing,” I said.
“Ruchi…please tell me do you really want to spend time with me like I do…I mean do you like me or not,” he came to the point and hit me with his direct question.
“Of course I like you Jay but not the way you’re thinking of. I love to be your friend.”
“Oh…it’s sounds typical. I understand Ruchi…anyways it was a nice outing…will catch up later….good night.” He turned back and started to walk down the pebbled walkway.

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