~.Destined ~ by Misra at Inkitt

Summary

ADITYA × MAHIKA As I opened the door, I saw him standing there, completely drenched in the rain, water dripping from his hair and clothes. His eyes held an intensity that made my heart race. "Mahi, I need to ask you something. Will you answer me?" His voice was firm, yet there was a plea hidden within it. My breath hitched. My hands trembled slightly. "Yes," I nodded hesitantly. "Is Ayush my son? I mean... our son?" That was it. The question I had feared the most. My throat went dry, and for a moment, no words came out. His gaze bore into me, waiting, hoping. "Please... answer me honestly," he pleaded. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. "No," I whispered, barely audible. Then, with more certainty, I repeated, "He is not your son." The light in his eyes dimmed. His face fell. #Mafia×Architect #Grumpy×Sunshine #Single mother #South Indian Plagiarism is highly prohibited.