Falling In Love With My Husband
episode 1
Aman Verma. His name alone sent waves through the business world.
He was the one and only heir of Verma Industries.
Together, he and his father owned countless factories and companies in America, the United Kingdom, and India.
Aman Verma was a tall, well-built, and very handsome man with a passion for women
He took as much pride in his appearance as he did in his work
His collection of designer suits was the envy of the town
Aman was the reigning king of New York City, where he liked to spend the majority of his time even though he had pent houses and mansions in L.A., Chicago, London, Mumbai, and more
Anam Verma (ml)
*sat back and watched his best friend, Hiten*
Hiten
*Try to flirt with a pretty little blonde*
Aman and Hiten decided to hit one of New York's premiere night clubs
Anam Verma (ml)
*felt the eyes of every woman in the club on him*
Anam Verma (ml)
*doesn’t care*
He was much too amused by Hiten's futile attempts to woo any woman who showed even a bit of interest in him.
Anam Verma (ml)
Any luck? *called out to Hiten*
Hiten
*heading towards Anam*
Hiten
*plopped down on the bar stool next to Aman*
Hiten
Nope. None. The ladies have no idea what they're missing. *smirk*
A sultry woman in her early twenties began walking towards Aman and Hiten.
Her purple sequin dress hugged her curves perfectly.
Veronica
*wobbled slightly in her six-inch heels as she closed the distance between them*
Veronica
Hey there. *eyed Aman sensually*
Anam Verma (ml)
Hey *smirked*
Veronica
*ordered a tequila from the bar*
Veronica
*tucked a strand of her light brown hair behind her ear and turned her attention to Aman*
Veronica
*glanced in his direction before turning back to Aman*
Hiten
Uh...you know, Aman is really dancer.
Veronica
Dance with me? *grabbed Aman's arm and dragged him out to the dance floor*
Veronica
*slithered her body up against his and placed his hands on her waist*
Veronica
*began moving to the rhythm of the music*
Anam Verma (ml)
*hands travelled up and down her back*
Veronica
*turned around and pushed her back against Aman's chest*
Anam Verma (ml)
*placed his hands back on her waist and moved with her*
Anam Verma (ml)
*felt his phone vibrate in his pant pocket*
Anam Verma (ml)
*took one hand off of Veronica's waist and pulled out his phone*
Anam Verma (ml)
I have to take this. *half yelled into her ear before turning away towards the bar*
Anam Verma (ml)
Hello? 📱 *shouted into the phone.*
He doubted the person on the other side could hear him over the music.
Madhav (Amam father secretary)
Sir, Mr. Verma would like to speak to you personally? 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
*stepped outside so he could converse with his father in peace*
Anam Verma (ml)
*braced himself*
Whenever his father wanted to personally speak to him, it usually meant Aman was about to receive some bad news.
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
Aman, I need you in India right now 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
He didn't even asked how I was or exchange any other pleasantries. He just went straight to the point like always. 💭
Anam Verma (ml)
India? Why? 📱
Anam Verma (ml)
I really wanted to know 💭
Harshvardhan Verma (ml father)
I Need you here now. I expect you to land in Mumbai by tomorrow. Once you're here, I'll give you further information. *hung up the call*
Anam Verma (ml)
*sighed and look his phone*
The last thing he wanted to do was leave New York and go to India
What the hell was waiting for him in India anyways?
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