He blatantly ignored the hungry looks he was getting from the females in the vicinity as he lounged in his 458 Spider, the latest design of Ferrari. Instead, he tapped his fingers in the steering wheel, driving leisurely into the parking spot. His large tanned hand reached out for his aviators which he slipped on casually before getting out of his car.
The women stopped to stare and gawk but he didn't give a damn. He was used to having this attention, especially since he had joined the local hockey team three years ago. Although he was the first Indian in the team, he was the current star. The Boston Devils had not been doing so well for the past decade but the newest recruits, he included, were actually proving profitable. Coach Vargas was hoping they would soon be able to play on the national level.
Arnav slid the sunglasses off his face as soon as he reached the counter. "Cardamom latte, Almond Croissant and Roasted Chicken Salsa Wrap, please."
Almost drooling, the waitress gave him a dazed smile and hurried to get his order. He took it with a polite thanks and moved away to find himself a quiet spot to have his lunch. Practice had started early that day and he was tired as hell.
"No wonder you're still single!"
Chapter 2 Good Question Addressed To The Wrong Person
Chapter 3 Charms For Charming Her
Chapter 4 A First Date With The Stalker
Chapter 6 The Sexy Twin Of His Stalkership's Lady Love
Chapter 7 Sparks Fly, Ice Queen Melts
Chapter 8 Wished For The Moon, Got It's Reflection
Chapter 9 The Possessive Stalker's Revelation
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