Destined For Each Other

Chapter 1

Author’s POV

Loving someone is so special, and being loved by the same person is a blessing, a miracle, a feeling that no one can describe in words. Armaan and Namrata are like the embodiment of true love. I hope you remember how our possessive CEO, Armaan Malhotra, made his way to innocent Namrata’s heart and turned from a womanizer to a one-woman man for Namrata.

How a secret admirer, a protective boyfriend, and a true lover stood by his woman’s side. How he made her stand on her feet again even when she didn’t have any belief in herself.

Namrata and Armaan stood by the time and proved that Namrata was always destined for him, but are they really meant for each other?

Let’s dig deeper and relive the magic of love once again.

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Third Person’s POV

The room was filled with darkness, though it wasn’t completely dark. The large window allowed the soft moonlight to filter into the spacious room—a room that had witnessed so many beautiful moments of Namrata and Armaan’s lives. From their date nights, wedding night, and the trauma of unfortunate events, to their romantic moments—this room held their love, memories, and passion. It was their sanctuary.

Just like every night, a feminine figure stood in front of the mirror, wearing red satin nightwear. She combed her hair with her fingers, when suddenly, two strong arms encircled her waist from behind.

Those arms were no strangers to her. She inhaled his familiar scent and rested her head against his bare chest. Namrata closed her eyes as Armaan's fingers gently began tracing circles on her thigh. Her hand was about to slide upwards when she quickly caught his hand and asked, “Armaan, what are you doing?”

“Loving my beautiful wife after such a long time,” Armaan replied, kissing her neck and leaving a hickey, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Namrata teased, “We’ve been together since morning, sweetheart.”

With a smirk, Armaan spun her around to face him, his eyes locking onto hers. He pulled her closer by the waist and said, “So what? It’s been 11 hours, 30 minutes, and 21 seconds.”

Namrata chuckled and led him to the bed, holding his hand. She sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and said lovingly, “Wow, now you’re counting every second?”

Armaan bent towards her, gently pushing her down onto the bed, his body hovering over hers. “Yes, I am. I can’t stay away from you that long.”

“Really? Then why do you go to Australia every month for 10 days?” Namrata questioned, feeling his hand slide under her nightwear, resting on her breast.

Just as he was about to squeeze, Namrata grabbed his hand, playfully complaining, “And you’re going again this weekend.”

Armaan chuckled, pressing her breasts more firmly this time. “Baby, it’s for business.”

Namrata pulled him down closer, making his weight fall on her as she squeezed herself beneath him. Armaan was momentarily taken aback by her boldness, but before he could react, she reached down, her hand exploring his 'junior'. Teasing, she asked, “Really? No secret surprises for me?”

“No, never,” Armaan replied, his voice low and serious, just before Namrata whispered, “I know.”

In an instant, Armaan crushed his lips against hers. They became lost in the heat of the moment, battling for dominance, when a sudden interruption broke the mood. Armaan’s phone started ringing, buzzing insistently, while they tried to ignore it.

The caller, however, was persistent. Armaan picked up the phone with a frustrated sigh. “Hello?”

“Yes, Raj?” Armaan said, his voice still thick with desire. It was his best friend and business partner, Rajeev Khandelwal, known as Raj.

“Of course. Check your email,” Armaan said, barely focusing, as his fingers toyed with Namrata’s n****e, drawing out another soft moan from her.

“Aaah… Armaan,” Namrata gasped, her voice breaking through the haze as his fingers teased her more intimately.

Raj, overhearing their passionate moment on the other end, sighed, “Can’t you pause for a moment?”

Armaan replied bluntly, “No, we can’t.”

“Then continue,” Raj responded dryly, ending the call.

With a smirk, Armaan returned his full attention to Namrata, who was already waiting for him as he slid between her legs, ready to tame the wild tigress beneath him.

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Namrata’s POV

Life has been so beautiful since we got married. There hasn't been a single day when I've regretted my decision. Why would I?

He is the man of my dreams, and he is just perfect.

He never hesitates to show his love. I knew he would be the perfect husband, and I know he'll be a perfect father.

If only I could conceive again...

Yes, I conceived last year, but due to some unfortunate events, I lost the baby. Since then, we've been trying to conceive again, but with no luck.

But he has never complained. Not once.

I know he craves a family of his own.

His child.

So, there is only one thing I want to do in my life right now is to give him that happiness.

That’s why I chose to stay at home and focus on my health. Of course, it wasn’t an easy decision, but I would do anything for Armaan.

He has done so much for me; now it’s my turn.

Although I don’t go to the office regularly, I am still aware of the ongoing projects, so I have to attend a few meetings on his behalf.

Which is why I’m here now, standing in front of MKT Enterprises.

I quickly adjusted my sari and entered the building.

As soon as I walked in, everyone greeted me, and soon I heard a familiar voice.

“Good morning, Ma’am.”

“Good morning, Aditi,” I replied, pausing in my tracks. “Please get me the Palghar Project file.”

After she left, I made my way to Armaan’s cabin and found Ishita there.

“Hi, Ishita,” I greeted her as I headed to my chair.

“How are you?” she asked.

“A little tired,” I said, settling onto the couch.

“And I think I know the reason for your tiredness,” Ishita teased with a grin, and I winked at her, confirming her suspicion.

“Armaan left?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“Yeah, I’m coming directly from the airport,” I told her.

She nodded, and I opened my laptop.

“Sometimes, I wonder what’s so special about this Australia project. It’s already doing great, so why does Armaan go there every month?” I complained.

“Raj told me there are some legal issues,” Ishita said.

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” I commented.

Ishita handed me a file, adding, “Yeah, Armaan didn’t want you to worry, so he decided to handle it on his own.”

“You’re right. Even after everything, I haven’t been able to fully focus on the business. And after my miscarriage, it’s been really hard to concentrate,” I said, remembering that dreadful night.

Ishita came over and gave me a comforting side hug. “Don’t worry. You’ll have a baby soon.”

“We’re trying our best,” I told her with a small smile.

After that, we got busy with work. I was reviewing a file and taking notes for the meeting when my cellphone started ringing.

I picked it up and, seeing a familiar but unknown number, put it back on the table.

Ishita noticed and asked, “Who was that?”

“I don’t know. Someone has been calling me repeatedly, but when I answer, they don’t say anything,” I explained.

“Someone’s probably pranking you,” she concluded, and I nodded. “Might be.”

We were in the middle of our discussion when Aditi came in and handed me the file.

“Ma’am, here’s the report.”

“Thank you, Aditi,” I said, and Ishita asked, “Did you get an update from the client? They’re coming, right?”

“Yes, ma’am. They’re on their way,” she replied and left, leaving us to prepare for the meeting.