Rebel Hard
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All their travels, every work challenge or opportunity, each family decision, Nayna and Raj had talked over and handled as a team. Nayna had begun this trip as CFO of a brilliant ethical-cosmetics company, but after talking it over with Raj the previous night, she’d decided to hand in her notice on her return.
It was time for her to jump into another start-up, help create their financial foundation. She’d spent four years as Sailor’s right hand, left only when his company was rock steady and thriving. After three years with the cosmetics company, she felt it was in the same strong position. Her skills would be better utilized elsewhere.
Raj, meanwhile, continued to grow his family’s business with slow, steady patience. It was a legacy he’d leave not only to Aarav but to Navin and Komal’s son and daughter and to any children Aditi might one day have.
He was, and always would be, her anchor, her love, her heart.
“What’re you thinking, Nayna with the sundar nayna?” asked her gorgeous husband who sent her half-naked selfies when she was least expecting them.
“That Mr. Darcy has nothing on Raj Sen.” Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him to the sound of their son’s laughter. “I love our happily-ever-after, and I love you.”
“And me!” Aarav cried.
“And you,” Nayna confirmed for their smiling baby.
Her man with the dark eyes full of intensity smiled, and his gaze held no shadows, no hollows, no whispers of pain. All she saw was love so deep and true that Nayna knew it would be there for her. Always.
It was time for her to jump into another start-up, help create their financial foundation. She’d spent four years as Sailor’s right hand, left only when his company was rock steady and thriving. After three years with the cosmetics company, she felt it was in the same strong position. Her skills would be better utilized elsewhere.
Raj, meanwhile, continued to grow his family’s business with slow, steady patience. It was a legacy he’d leave not only to Aarav but to Navin and Komal’s son and daughter and to any children Aditi might one day have.
He was, and always would be, her anchor, her love, her heart.
“What’re you thinking, Nayna with the sundar nayna?” asked her gorgeous husband who sent her half-naked selfies when she was least expecting them.
“That Mr. Darcy has nothing on Raj Sen.” Rising on tiptoe, she kissed him to the sound of their son’s laughter. “I love our happily-ever-after, and I love you.”
“And me!” Aarav cried.
“And you,” Nayna confirmed for their smiling baby.
Her man with the dark eyes full of intensity smiled, and his gaze held no shadows, no hollows, no whispers of pain. All she saw was love so deep and true that Nayna knew it would be there for her. Always.
