KABIR'S POV
I don't know how Kaya manages to call or text me whenever I am thinking about her. Maybe I am thinking about her for the whole f*****g day. I find myself as the luckiest man on the planet to whom she chose to give her precious virginity. I am proud of myself that I earned her trust. She had trusted me that she allowed me to be her first, even after knowing that I was married and that I had a background of the mafia family. I wish I could be her last too.
So, coming to the point, Kaya texted me some kind of address that was not the address of her home. Before I could have texted her back, or called her, to ask about the address, my phone rang, and her name flashed on the screen. My lips tilted into a curve a the sight of her name. I answered her call immediately, but she spo
