Exquisite Evenings

‘We are going to dine here?’ I gape at the colossal premise of sheer luxury. Dhairya, that thrice stingy asshole, did not have the brain cell to think anything closer to this.

‘Yeah.’ Ibhaan shrugs as if it is the most obvious of the things to spend his wealth on something as extravagant as this.

The hotel is exquisite and least to say opulent. I only remember seeing such a grandeur palace on weekly Magazine covers in past years.

Speaking of which, I remember how I am neglecting writing these days. I have not penned down once in almost forever.

He is making me forget the only thing that gives me so much pleasure.

What used to be a daily habit has become a rarely touched treasure in less than a week all thanks to his royal almightiness.

Ibhaan’s easiness has started to rub off on me like a filthy poop-bacteria. At this rate, I am going to catch the flu soon.

The whole drama of becoming Luna, trying to accustom to this completely absurd lifestyle, and figuring out my confus