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 Amaya was half expecting a message from Daniel when she had landed in India. But, there were none. No messages, calls or any sort of initiative from Daniel. She started second guessing herself. Should she have not left the note and called him instead. Was he angry? Did he see the note at all? She waited for his message everyday. It was all consuming. It was all she could think about.  It had been two months since Amaya had come back from Dubai and that night with Daniel faded into her memory like a white noise. It was there but didn't bother her as much. Her work, her dog Bill and everything mundane kept her occupied.  Amaya I probably should step out more. Meet up with friends over a drink this weekend. I was winding up my work, when the familiar perfume hit me. His perfume. How could that be? I looked around only to find the regulars winding up for the day.  "Ok gotta have a few drinks today only it seems"   Just as I was leaving, my colleague, Sagar inv...

 Amaya had been in Dubai since 2 days, her office HQ, and she had not met the head of Dubai office, Daniel Zaydan. Amaya had come from the India office for a project proposal and she heard a lot about Daniel. He was shrewd, smart, very creative and hard to impress. She had heard about his nasty temper from few, though a handful called him a gem of a person.  She was in Dubai for 3 days and today she was meeting Daniel. A thought that was playing in her mind on loop for no reason. No reason to think about Zaydan. She should be completing her share of tasks, go back to her hotel and pack. As she looked up from her laptop, she saw him sauntering into the office. 6 feet 2, tanned, sharp jaws that were covered by his thick beard. Dark eyebrows and dark eyes. A crisp white shirt that hung to his body dearly and black slacks that accentuated his perfect ass. Sleeves rolled with a hint of his tattoo showing.  Amaya "Oh" I gasped as I saw him walking towards me. The "oh" had...