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Nico’s POV

I was working in my office when my dad barged in without a knock. I looked at his face and instantly knew what this was about. I scoffed and kept the pen back on the table and relaxed in my chair.

“Came here to convince me not to go, didn’t you?” I asked, raising my brow and he made a bad face. 

He came and sat on the opposite chair. He is so predictable that sometimes I doubt he does things just to irritate me. 

“Give me one good reason for you to go there. You know you can handle everything sitting in this office, so why do you have to go there?” He called me out.

Exactly what I expected.

“Dad, not this again.” I have already given up the strength to make him understand my point.

This is my dream project and I want everything to be perfect. I have to go there to check everything by myself. I do not want any inconveniences or problems to arise amidst this project.

No mistakes are allowed. But my dad here seems to think that I can do everything by sitting in this office. If I want that, it will be easily possible but when my dreams and wants are concerned, I personally handle the things myself.

Trusting someone with my dream project is like trusting someone with my life, I never give that right to anyone.

“I am asking for one good reason, that’s it. Give it to me and I won’t pursue you further”, he said not backing off from this.

“You know I have dreamt to make this possible for a very long time. I cannot tolerate even the slightest mistake and you know I don’t trust a soul with my dream. If something goes wrong, it will stay permanently, which I won’t let happen. So, I have to go”, I explained to him patiently.

He sighed knowing that he lost this argument. 

“Fine, but before that we are going for a men’s night. You, Me, Matthew, Theo and some of my other friends. Let’s celebrate to—”, before he could finish his phone rang.

I looked at the caller ID and it showed

 “Love 💖”

He quickly answered the call without a second thought, like his pants would catch fire, if he didn't pick up the call. My mom had my dad wrapped around her finger, and he would gladly be at her feet.

“Yes Darling.”

“Okayy, I will get the dog food. Anything else?”

“Groceries, done.”

“Sure, I will get your favourite lavender candles too. Bye, love.”

With that he ended the call and looked at me with a sheepish smile on his face and I knew what was coming.

“Good luck on your trip. Come and visit your mom before going and take Matthew with you”, He said as he got up from the chair.

A knowing smirk formed on my lips,“What about the Men’s Night, you were so excited for?”

“Your mom asked me to bring dog’s food, groceries and her favourite candles and asked me to come home early. So, no party tonight. No Men’s Night before my Woman.” He said, as a big grin spread across his face.

“Can you be more whipped? In fact, is there any person who is as whipped as you are for their woman?” A hearty chuckle left my mouth.

“We will see, young man. When you fall in love, I will ask you the same question. Answer me at that time.” He passed me a smile and turned to leave.

“Keep dreaming, old man. Nicolas Enzo Moretti doesn't do love. Who the fuck has the time to fall in love and devote their life to other person? Not me atleast.” I snickered and heard a chuckle before the door closed.

Sometimes I really think, How does it feel to be in love?

I have been surrounded by some of the best relationships. Couples on who I can look upto. Couples who treat each other with love and respect. Couples who are madly in love with each other.

As I said my dad is a goner for my mom. She can destroy him and he would crawl back to her. He will do anything to bring a smile to her face. One demand from my mom and he will move the world upside down to fulfil her wish.

But I have never known, What love is? How do we even know we are in love? For me love is bullshit, a complete waste of time. 

Love is a dead concept. Many prioritise physical intimacy over emotional connection, claiming to be in love when in reality they seek to fulfil their desires. All people need is someone they can have good sex with.

Trusting someone with my heart is something I will never do. I would rather die than give someone my heart.

I shake my head and get rid of these stupid thoughts. I have important things to deal with. 

I open my MacBook  and check the details of the project. I am flying to India this weekend to make the dream of my life possible. I was looking for countries to make the World’s Finest and Most Expensive Resort and my mom suggested India. I looked into it and saw a lot of potential there so I finalised it. 

This project is going to open many closed doors for me. Being one of the youngest billionaires is good but after this I will be the richest. I have dreamt of being at the top since I joined the Moretti Corporation. This project will also make the ties with India stronger and that is going to help us in future. 

I checked in the details of every person who will be associated with this. The designers looked qualified, the engineers seemed to have the proper knowledge and experience and the investors were all ready. I checked everyone’s profile and I was happy that Matthew did a great job at choosing people. 

Everything looked good until this one name appeared on the screen. Reva Raichand. No information about her was provided, other than the fact that she will be the model who will be working with us on the project. She will be the face of this. 

I can’t believe Matthew can be so careless.

The name intrigued me to know more about her so I opened the web. I typed her half name when my office landline rang. I closed my laptop and answered it.

“Sir, you have a meeting with Mr Ekaksh Sharma in ten minutes. He has arrived, should I send him to the meeting room?” My assistant, Joseph, asked.

“Yes, bring him to the meeting room, I will be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay, sir.”

I hung up. Ekaksh Sharma is one of the leading businessmen in the world. Him investing in this project will be mutually beneficial and I cannot  mess this up. I buttoned up my suit and called in my assistant. 

My assistant came in and I gave him the important files and the pen drive and we left my office and went to the board meeting room.

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The meeting was over by 10:00 and the man was very impressed by the end. He promised to provide us with resources and connections in the country. I drove back to my penthouse and freshened up.

I cooked myself some pasta and had it while checking on the quarterly reports of the company. Dad will be handling the company in my absence and hence I make sure to make things easier for him. He is obviously more experienced than me and he knows how to rule with an iron fist, but the old man needs to spend time with his wife. 

After finishing the food, I packed my stuff to make sure everything would be hassle free tomorrow, as I have to fly tomorrow. It was around midnight by now but my mother asked me to visit her before leaving, so I took my stuff and left the penthouse. I started the car and drove towards the ‘Moretti Mansion’. It’s been a long time since I visited, that’s why my mother is more adamant this time. I stop the car outside the mansion gates when a watchman rushes towards me. I lower the window and he greets me with a smile.

“Please open the door, Rehman.” I said with a smile. He has been serving the family for more than thirty years now and he does it with all his heart.

“Yes, boss.” He replied with a hint of an accent and rushed to open the door. 

I drove in and parked the car before making my way inside the mansion. My mother descended the stairs and as her eyes fell on me she made an angry face. My father followed her with a half sleepy face, completely annoyed because his sleep was disturbed.

“So, you finally got the time to visit us, huh?” And there comes the sarcasm.

“It’s not like that, mom. You know how it is, with work and all.” I defended myself or atleast I tried to.

“Ofc, you are the president after all. You have to take care of the entire country. You have big problems  to deal with. I understand.” She shook her head and I chuckled.

“Laugh at me now. Great.” 

“I am so sorry, my sweet lady. I will take out time to visit you often.” I hugged her and replied. She hugged me back and patted my back as I looked at my father looking back at us with complete boredom.

“What are you looking at, old man?” I raised an eyebrow at him and he made a bad face.

After that we talked for some time about my visit to India and how my mother is going to send me good wishes and positive energy so that everything goes smoothly and I don’t face any problems. 

“So, when are you planning to get married?” The conversation I loathe but my mother loves.

“Trust me, he won’t ever get married and we will have to tolerate his single ass for all our lifetime.” Old man replied to my mother, pouring himself a glass of water.

“That’s not true. He will soon find a girl. I have a feeling. Maybe you will find her in India. Tell me all about her, okay!?”

“Mom, calm down. I am going to India for work, nothing else. I won’t have time to waste with girls and all. My work comes first.” I ended the conversation and made my way towards my room to take a nap before leaving tomorrow.

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Matthew and I were on our way to the airport. We discussed major details of the project and finalised a few places for it yesterday. 

“This trip is going to be a long one, don’t you think?” Matthew spoke, breaking the silence.

“I know. But I cannot tolerate any mistakes and for that I have to go. So, long or short, does not matter to me.” I replied nonchalantly.

“I forwarded you the list of all the people who will be closely associated with us for the time we will be working on this. You checked it, didn’t you?” And with that I remembered something.

“I did look into it but there was one name about which nothing was mentioned.” I told him and raised a brow demanding an explanation.

“Which name?”

“Reva Raichand. The model who will be the face of this project.”

“Shit. I remember putting her name down but before I could write more, Tia came to meet me and well you know the drill. I got busy and I forgot. I sent you the file without rechecking. Sorry for that.” He said, raising his hands in surrender.

Dramatic Ass

“It’s okay. We will know who she is in a couple of hours. Not a big deal.”, I sighed and laid back, relaxing my shoulders.

We reached the airport soon. My bodyguard opened the door for us and we stepped out. My black jet was standing in the middle of the airport. It shone under the night sky. The moment I stepped ahead, a shrill and unpleasant voice reached my ears, echoing through the airport. 

“Baby, I will miss you.” A girly voice shouted and hugged me from behind. I shuddered at the touch, pushing her away hardly.

Men can't touch women without her consent, same goes for women too.

She is my father’s friend’s daughter. The more I want to stay away from her, the more clingy she behaves.

“Sena, stay away from me. Touch me again and I will forget the respect I have for your father.” I warned her and her eyes instantly showed fear.

“My name is not Sena, my name is Sera. You always forget my name.” She whined. 

Just someone get her out of my face.

“I— I came here to bid you off.”She said, trying to divert the topic.

“And now you have done it. So leave before my men drag you out.” I glared at her.

“Come on baby. Stop being so rude to me. You know we are going to get married soon.” She grabbed my arms which I pulled away from her with a jerk. 

I had rather choke on my own spit before associating myself with this woman in any way.

“Come out of your dreams and get over me. The earlier you realise your fantasies won’t come true in this life or any other, the better. I will tell you the last time, get the fuck out of my face or I will have you taken back without your wish.” That shut her up and her face fell.

She should know her place and realise crossing her boundaries will only land her in trouble. Getting involved with her is something I am never looking forward to.

She went back, and I and Matthew climbed the  stairs of the jet. The staff greeted us and we returned the gesture before taking our respective seats. Soon, the flight took off and I opened my laptop. I completed looking into the files and looked into the details of upcoming contracts. 

Matthew checked the preparations in India over the phone and made sure everything was done and organised properly.

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The flight finally landed after a good 9 hrs. We descended down the stairs and some bodyguards were already waiting for us. Ryan Malhotra, the CEO of a famous real estate company who will be working closely with us on this, was standing outside a black Bentley with a straight face. A simple nod from myself and we shook hands.

“Mr Malhotra, pleasure meeting you.” Matthew smiled at him and he gave a curt nod with a simple ‘Likewise’.

“I hope you have a good stay here and if there will be any inconveniences, you can reach me.” He said monotonously.

“Thank you, we look forward to working with you.” I replied.

After that we sat in our respective cars and left for the hotel. The hotel we were staying in was owned by the Malhotras. We reached there soon and the driver stopped the car. I stepped out first and Matthew followed behind. Ryan led us inside and we were greeted by the staff.

I looked around to see the architecture of the place and it was luxurious as well as elegant. I am sure Ryan working with us is going to be beneficial. We moved towards the elevator when suddenly a girl collided with me. She didn’t look back and kept going. I turned around to look at her but was not able to see her face. A tight blue bodycon dress hugged her properly in all the right places. 

Suddenly, she raised her hand and showed a middle finger shouting,“Watch where you are going, dumbfuck.”

She looked drunk and even sounded like it. Her legs hardly maintained her balance. A guy came out of nowhere and held her protectively. He made her wear his jacket and took her with him, hiding her from everyone. I didn’t realise how long I kept staring until a voice interrupted me.

“Mr Moretti, are you listening to me?”

I came out of my trance and looked back at Mr Malhotra and Matthew. They were looking at me with confusion.

“Who was she?” I asked Ryan.

He chuckled before saying something which caught me off guard.

“She is your model, Reva Raichand.”

Matthew’s eyes threatened to come out of the socket as his surprise knew no bound. Even I was stunned but I did not show it on my face.

“She was the model? She will be working with us?” His voice sounded scared at this point.

“Don’t worry. She is very professional but sometimes does things impulsively. There must be a reason for her getting this drunk otherwise she avoids drinking”, Ryan explained and it relieved me a lot.

I did not expect to meet her like this. She is still a mystery. I have not been able to see her face but this welcome was something I never imagined. Ryan asked us to follow him and we did. Suddenly, something caught my eyes and I looked down only to find a rose gold pendant on the ground.

Must be hers

I picked it up and saw it was a half broken heart pendant. I chuckled and kept it in the pocket before matching mh steps with the other two. Ryan led us to our rooms and left from there. 

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Today is the company’s inauguration party and we are on the way to Moretti Corporations’ Indian Branch building. The drive to the building was short because it is close to the hotel. As the car drove in the parking, we spotted the paparazzi and the cameras kept flashing our way and some on the other side from us. The car stopped and I opened the door.

The moment I stepped out of the car, someone held my shoulders, pinned me against the car and Kissed Me.

What the actual fuck?