Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. He had everything, name, fame, riches etc...all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. There was nothing about love that ever came between them. But they still had a story together, a love story. It was one sided love, though. He had a plan which she couldn't figure out when at her last thought, the world slipped beneath her feet. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed? Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation?
"The scriptures speak about the last descent. Riding a white horse armed with all the mightiest and powerful weapons of the universe, he is known to descend on time. Kalki, the final incarnation is yet to descend on earth". Devyansh reads the excerpt with pride. "She has come and she is the last incarnation of the almighty", he murmured.
"She is not his favourite but she is needed by him. Her father needs her comfort. Samaira, is the only special heart that holds the secret to everyone's happiness. She is a magician's doll or a miracle herself! She is a necromancer's life".
Known to be a wanderlust, Devyansh never settled for peace. His yearning for something grew stronger than before, as the days passed by.
His dreams manifested his desires and soon he was found wanting for more. He once thought - "I should visit a psychiatrist". His visits weren't frequent. The psychiatrist advised him proper rest and good sleep.
Devyansh Patel alias Dev revealed his innermost desires to his friend, Mohan.
He once said 'I want her heart. When will it come to me?"
"Heart? And you? Since when have you moved on from platonic love to the transactions of heart".
"Are you through with romancing or what? Don't you want your food of sex and foreplay that you are having cravings for a heart". Mohan laughed.
"No, it is not about love. I need to do something about it". Dev, was completely wrapped up in his own thoughts and took Mohan quite seriously.
"At the moment, all you need to do is to get up from the sofa, said Mohan who began losing patience with Dev and his rambling. "Don't you want to get ready for class? Your students are waiting for you", he added testily.
Devyansh just wouldn't budge. Mohan splashes some water on his face.
"Ughh...I hate you. Why did you splash water on my face?" spluttered an angry Dev.
"Yeah, I know... placated Mohan, you will hate me now as all your love goes out to the heart you were talking about" laughed Mohan.
Mohan and Dev share a 2BHK apartment in Mukherjee Nagar, Delhi. Mukherjee Nagar shelters students of all genres who come from across the nation to take coaching in the Institutes. While Mohan shares his room with Dev, Nachiket and Rehan are his other mates sharing the same flat. All are teachers teaching different subjects at an Institute by the name "Learner Coaching Institute" that provides training to students for various competitive exams at the national and state levels. One of the most reputed institutes in Delhi, Learner was known for subjects like mathematics and reasoning and it's training to the students by Keshav Sir. He was a well-known figure in the field of Mathematics.
"I need her heart?" continued Dev, muttering under his breath to himself.
"Whose heart are you talking about? Is someone new on your mind? I know you had a break up with your girlfriend recently and you miss her a lot but I cannot see you sad and missing her badly".
"No, it is not so. I don't miss anyone. You know how I am."
"I believe you. Now, let us keep going. We need to reach the Institute on time".
The morning was bitterly cold. As cold and bone-chilling as winter mornings in Delhi can be.
Samaira sipped on a cup of hot chocolate when she received a call from her home.
"Hello, Mom. How are you doing? How is everyone at home?"
"Everyone is fine. How are you doing? Are you ready for your interview?
"I was just out to searching for another job. Let's see what happens".
"I'm sure you will be able to secure a good job for you soon. I have full faith in you".
"What time is your interview?" asked Rita.
"I will be leaving in the afternoon. Don't know what will happen today."
"Are you nervous?"
"A little bit."
"Don't be, everything will be fine."
My heart is a "weak heart" it seems, and my worries are never ending.
"I don't know when I will get someone with whom I can share my worries".
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing mother. Talk to you later".
Having a decent 3 years of practice in the various lower Courts of Delhi and High Court of Calcutta, Samaira was fairly experienced in her field. She decided to leave her practice only to prepare for the union civil services. It is her quest for learning that landed her in Mukherjee Nagar. Before coming to Mukherjee Nagar, she was placed with a proprietary law firm, "Ranjan and Associates." Smart, witty, intelligent, and known to succeed at anything, she had a spiritual bent of mind. Short and small in size, she was mocked throughout her life. However, she attracted many males into friendship due to her sweet looks, round features and amiable nature. Her spectacles covered her small eyes. She always preferred short hair and wore a tomboyish look, not intending to please anyone.
It was noon, around 1 pm. It is getting late, she thought. I should be leaving now.
Samaira left her home to board a share-auto to Mukherjee Nagar. Aboard the auto, she saw someone staring at her. Stalking was not a penal offence yet, and women were not considered safe especially in Delhi, even in broad daylight. She became apprehensive. He was a strong-built man, tall, smart, with curly hair and adorned with spectacles. He was Dev.
Wearing an astonished but carefree look, she starts dialling a number. "Yes Mom, I am out to the Institute. Will speak to you later? I've reached my destination...."
Turning her head, she finds the man still looking at her. He begins speaking to someone over the phone when sudden, screams filled the street. There was hustle and bustle around the place.
He mumbled, "We need her....her heart...and her life energy. You know what I mean?" Saying so, he gazed at the students around.
There was tenderness in his look, his smile and his touch, which of course, was out of bare necessity. He needed to open the door of the vehicle to get down. Both looked at each other. He looked directly into her eyes. Not out of any romantic inclination, but to try one of his tricks, for which he was famously known in his circles.
He got down from the vehicle.
Samaira moves towards him. He doesn't know what to do other than stand tall before her.
'Why is she coming towards me?' he pondered. What do I do? I can't even run away from her. Nor can I stay with her for a longer time. I am not allowed.
Oh my gosh! She is nearing me.
Seeing her coming towards him, he closes his eyes, in fear and amazement.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
A Love story turned battle of Men for one Lady. Isabella finds herself caught in a dangerous game of manipulation and ambition when she is tricked into a compromising situation by Mr. White, a powerful figure in society. Isabella manages to outsmart Mr. White and escapes his clutches, only to be left in a vulnerable state due to a spiked drink. She seeks refuge in a stranger's room, leading her to encounter Vincent, a handsome and enigmatic man who becomes entangled in her troubles. Vincent discovers Isabella's predicament and reluctantly helps her, leading to unexpected intimacy between them. Isabella's world is turned upside down as she grapples with the aftermath of her harrowing experience. Isabella faces backlash from her family and the public as scandalous rumors spread about her involvement with Mr. White. Despite the turmoil, Isabella receives a promising opportunity in the form of a new role that could potentially elevate her career but this opportunity came from the ones who are after Vincent's downfall. Isabella Signs a contract and is deceived to get her husband's signature which leads to his sudden downfall and he ended his feelings for Isabella to revenge his loss. Vincent entangled between his wealth and his feelings begins to change drastically. Isabella is been protected but she doesn't know who keeps saving her from harm while she builds a bond with Timothy again which led to great chaos amongst the rich. Vincent's psychopath Ex made a return. Feigned friendship and destroys the relationship between Vincent and Isabella. Even after they both lose their pregnancy for Vincent. Melissa, Vincent's ex remained obsessive and harmed those around Vincent. Isabella confronts her family's betrayal and manipulative tactics, especially from her mother and sister, who have their own ulterior motives. Timothy's presence adds another layer of complexity to her struggles as she navigates the treacherous waters of high society and the entertainment industry. After Isabella is rescued from Melissa's grip. She made a move that changed her fate.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Read about the unfortunate life of Mia Andres, a young artist who only wanted to make a name for herself in the art world, but got sold by her own parents to pay up a debt. Her life takes a drastic turn in the mansion of Alexander Hamilton, the man who bought her. Mia plans her escape but after spending up to two months in his house she began to discover that she had feelings for this man also she feel in love with his bratty daughter who only wanted to be with her. Just when she thought Alex might possibly have feelings for her also and end her escaping plan, she overhead a conversation between Alex and his sister that completely shattered her. " Look here Ria... There's nothing going on between Mia and I, and there would never be". That was is, she thought. This wasn't a Cinderella story, the poor girl doesn't get with the prince at last. With the help of Amelia, Alex sister in law Mia leaves the house and the country. What happens when she comes back a year after looking even more ravishing and a successful artists, not only that she came along with, Alexander's half brother Gregory who wanted nothing than to destroy Alexander? Would she help him destroy the man she was still in love with just because she feels that he could never love her? Or would she finally realize that she had been wrong all along?!
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.