"maa but I love her" said Bharath " no I will not let you marry to a muslimah"say Jaya Devi "I love her from my childhood you know, still you are telling me to not ,please mother ! please , if I will marry that will be only to Eram " both didn't said anything for a while . After too much thinking Jaya Devi said " I will let you marry her ,but after that you will not do anything or interfere between that girl and me" " But mother......" "Yes or No" "I-I..." "Yes or No" Bharath sigh and said 'Yes' He will do anything just to marry her if even he have to agree with whatever her mother want. Eram Ali dauther of Abdullah Rahim Ali and Anabia Ali she is just doing her college in her second year of B.com quiet,obedient child of Abdullah . Bharath Raghuvanshi son of Mahesh Raghuvanshi and Jaya Raghuvanshi. Business man of Jaipur .Heartless ,Quiet type, Rude to everyone.Girls are crazy for him,but he is for his only love Eram.His childhood friend or love. Both are apart from each other even there caste but love happens
Bharat (pov)
Flashback
" Eram will u come on my birthday today"Bharat asked 9 year old Eram.
'I -I will ask for ammi's permission first '
' ok I will wait for u , please come ok'
Ok
I waited but she didn't came.
I didn't go downstairs to meet with anyone or to cut the cake.
I stand in terrace looking in front gate so if she make an appearance I will go to recieve her.
'Bharath son come cut your cake it's 10:55 pm how much are u going to make the guest wait' said his mom.
It's 10:55 but still she didn't make an appearance.
I kept quiet and enter inside my room took the lamp.
'Son-'
Smash ! He started to broke all the toys of his room.
'Son what are u doing stop it'
Son
Son
Flashback End
I just open my eyes from another dream of my past.I sigh and rub my eyes .
Where are u ? Eram
Trrn Trrn Trrn
My phone rang
'Hello! 'I answered after leaning on headboard.
'Sir you have a deal with Ezaz Malik related to opening of new hotel's'
Hmm continue
And u have to go to Hyderabad for it it's important.
Ok clear my schedule till five days.
sir I have already done it.
Good
I got out of bed and goes to bathroom brush my teeth and proceed to take a shower. I put my hand and lean on wall let the water run on my back.
I started to think about her why she just disappear suddenly no one has any information of her.
I turn off the shower when my body get wrinkles because of water.
Just took towel wrapped it around my body,enter to my room ,took out my Armani suit from my cupboard and got ready.
I took my laptop bag and go down.
I greet my parents and sat down in chair.
"I had a meeting in Hyderabad so I will fly back today now"
"Ok"dad nodded.
I bid them bye come out of home and get on road to reach airport. I always kept my luggage ready for any emergency if I have to fly to other countries or place.
My PA will bring my luggage from office.
1 hour later
I am sitting in my private jet .To go to Hyderabad.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.