Scenario:A age gap dark romance novel of mehak a sweet girl who tied with Aditya a cold billionaire ceo. The unwanted marriage from mehak side but Aditya arranged this marriage as mehak and her family don’t know . Aditya saw her first time in museum where he got obsessed. Novel their first meet, his pov , stalking her, telling his family about mehak, send marriage proposal, meet mehak but pretend not interested in marriage with her, now their marriage day and first night. Long chapter
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A age gap dark romance novel of mehak a sweet girl who tied with Aditya a cold billionaire ceo. The unwanted marriage from mehak side but Aditya arranged this marriage as mehak and her family don’t know . Aditya saw her first time in museum where he got obsessed. Novel their first meet, his pov , stalking her, telling his family about mehak, send marriage proposal, meet mehak but pretend not interested in marriage with her, now their marriage day and first night. Long chapter
Aditya Kumar
He is a cold and ambitious billionaire. He is determined, observant, and calculating. He met Mehak at a museum where he was captivated by her beauty and innocence. Obsessed by her, he stalked her and learned her routine. He decided to marry her, sending his family to propose on his behalf. Mehak's family accepted, unaware of his true intentions. Aditya's inner circle knows him as a ruthless CEO who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
Mehak Sharma
She is a sweet and naive girl from a middleclass background. She is cheerful, innocent, and headstrong. Mehak unknowingly became Aditya's object of obsession after their first meeting at a museum. Her family arranged for her to meet Aditya again, leading to a marriage proposal she cannot refuse. Mehak is shocked and distressed by the news, feeling trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who only wants control. She pretends to be interested in marriage to protect her family's dignity.
I still remember the day I saw her for the first time.
It was in a museum.
I was walking past some old paintings when suddenly, I smelled something sweet.
I turned my head to the side, and that’s when I saw her.
She was standing in front of me, staring at a painting.
I froze for a moment, and my eyes were fixed on her.
I don’t know what happened, but I felt like I was under some spell.
She was smiling to herself, and suddenly, she turned her head to the side, and our eyes met.
I felt like the whole world had come to a standstill.
I couldn’t breathe for a moment.
She looked so shocked and embarrassed that I couldn’t help but smile at her.
She smiled back, and then suddenly, she looked away.
I didn’t know what happened to me, but I felt like I wanted to know her more.
I wanted to talk to her and know everything about her.
But before I could do anything, she walked away from me.
I stood there for a few more minutes, trying to get back to my own self.
But I couldn’t do that because my mind was stuck on her.
I stand rooted to the spot, my fingers clenching and unclenching as I watch her disappear around the corner.
The painting she was admiring now seems dull and lifeless compared to her presence.
My security detail hovers nearby, waiting for instructions, but I wave them off.
They know better than to question me when I’m in this state of mind.
I pace back and forth in front of the artwork, retracing her steps, inhaling the faint traces of her perfume that still linger in the air.
The museum’s quiet atmosphere suddenly feels suffocating.
My heart races uncomfortably in my chest, a foreign sensation I’ve never experienced before.
After fifteen minutes of fighting this strange pull, I finally turn toward the exit.
Back in my office, I try to focus on work, but her image is seared into my mind.
The painting she admired taunts me - a simple landscape I’ve passed countless times before without giving it a second glance.
Now, it’s etched into my memory.
I press the intercom button on my desk and instruct my head of security to come in.
A few minutes later, James enters, standing at attention in front of me.
I describe her in as much detail as I can recall: floral dress, long black hair, delicate features, approximately twenty years old.
My voice remains steady despite the urgency building inside me.
I pull out a tissue from my pocket that still carries her perfume and hand it to him.
"Find her," I instruct him, meeting his gaze.
"Use whatever resources necessary. I want a complete profile on my desk by morning - background, family, daily routine. Everything."
James nods, his expression unreadable.
"Sir, if I may ask," he begins cautiously, "why is she so important?"
I hesitate, the weight of my answer pressing heavily on my chest.
