Sylvia gate-crashing a party is the biggest mistake of her life as she meets and falls in list with a total stranger who turns her life upside down within few hours of meeting him. First Darsh is forced to kidnap her and takes her on a hair raising journey riddled with danger. To make matters worse for Sylvia, Darsh isn't fully human and he isn't going to let her go.
Sylvia felt strongly drawn to him the moment she saw him. The attraction
was instantaneous because he seemed to be her type. Slim and plenty of hair.
And this guy did not only boast of a narrow waist but adorned it with
proportional broad shoulders. He was lithe. Like a slim tiger having leisure time.
Complete with a full head of stylishly bushy hair and trimmed beard.
mplete with a full head of stylishly bushy hair and trimmed beard.
He moved with natural grace as he took a seat at the end of the bar and
waited patiently as a horde of party animals with darkened eyes yelled orders at
the overworked barman whose kohl had smeared around tired red eyes. Most
people in the party wore khol, which made them appear cattish. Sylvia
wondered if it was a kind of a club thing. She never knew who the celebrant was
or even the reason for the party.
Hours ago, before she crashed this party, she was abysmally drowning in
self-pity at home. Then she decided to seek out a hangout far from the area
where people knew her, and where she could be unrestrictedly decadent. She
found a place with loud music and poor lights. A group of party goers were
drinking up a storm at a table, she sat close to them and soon struck up an
irrelevant conversation with them. She eventually joined them to this party.
Ordinarily Sylvia wouldn't have talked to those strange people or even go to a
party she wasn't properly invited to. And the venue of the party wasn't the kind
of place she would have attempted going to with strangers. It was situated in an
estate still under construction at a remote part of town. She was probably
suicidal that night due to the cruel rejection she had suffered earlier.
Her new acquaintances, except for the drunkest of them, disappeared on
her as soon as they entered the party hall. The drunk guy hung around her. She
pointedly ignored him. He was of average height and stocky and odiously
plastered. He disappeared many times and always reappeared with a fresh
bottle of drink; a different brand from the last one.
Sylvia had contented herself with a small plate of chops and a bottle of
strong alcoholic wine she had snagged from one of the unattended tables as
soon as she arrived with her new friends. She didn't open the bottle since its
alcohol content was above her usual gauge, but as the party progressed without
direction, she was forced to uncork the bottle. She wanted something milder but
the stampede at the bar discouraged her.
As the loud music changed to a popular hit, the drunk guy suddenly placed
himself before her and leered down. 'You care for a dance?' He was moving his
body side by side in a funny motion.
'No, thanks,' Sylvia replied. 'I don't want to dance.' This wasn't what she
was looking for. If one must eat a frog, they better go for a juicy one. The reason
for coming here was to do what she never did before: have a good time on her
own and pick up a delicious guy to hang out with. That was what she wanted, as
opposed to playing it safe, which she had done all her life. Look at where playing
it safe got her. John betrayed her. Discarded her without remorse or even
respect. Made her a laughing stock.
'Why?' the drunk guy asked, taking hold of her hand. The kohl on his
eyes had mixed with sweat and spreading towards his cheeks. He burped. She
slipped her hand free from his sweaty clutch.
She quickly scoured the hall for better entertainment and to avoid looking
at the man before her when she sighted what she wanted. The new guy wasn't
ostentatiously dressed, just in dark jeans and shirt, so nobody took notice of him,
except her of course because he was her type. The drunk guy pestering her
finally weaved away, dancing with his hands lifted up. She sighed with relief,
gulped down half glass of her own drink and liked the instant buzz it gave her.
She decided to wait for the new guy to get comfortable before she could "bump"
into him and strike up a conversation. It would be easier for her If he had a drink
in hand. But then, a little after 15 minutes of his arrival and after she had taken
more gulps of her drink, he hadn't gotten a drink, so she approached him with
hers. 'I've got a whole bottle, you care to share? We will ask the barman for an
extra glass.'
He seemed surprised at her brazen approach but he shrugged. He was
better looking up-close. Thick ruffled hair, light brown in colour as if tinted, fine
groomed facial hair, but not too groomed; full darker eyebrows and lashes. The
dim light in the hall cast a shadow on his face and softened his complexion to
golden. What she saw of him was handsome in a rugged way. She liked him
more.
'But I don't drink alcohol if that's what you've got,' he said to her, his voice,
light and friendly. 'Thanks all the same.'
Sylvia hitched a hip on a stool beside him. 'This is all I could get.' She
poured more wine into her glass and took gulps. She had become nervous. The
wine gave her that spur to approach him so brazenly, and the fact that she was beginning to get tired of getting courted by men she didn't like. She now wanted
to go for the ones she liked and save everyone the trouble. John, her recent ex,
had chased her for a month, when she finally agreed, she regretted it almost
immediately. He wasn't her type to begin with. He was overly muscular in a boxy
way, but since he had chased her relentlessly, she took her friends' advice and
gave him a chance. First, the romance was forced. The chemistry wasn't there.
They just dated, going with the squiggly flow. Meanwhile, she was committed to
the relationship and tried her best to make it work, to the extent she started
seeing him as her type and even managed to fall in love with their relationship.
She kind of started believing she loved him. What was there not to love? He had
a good job, good looking, dressed well and came back home before 7pm. He was
a husband kind of guy. Only for him to stab her. She caught him cheating on her
and when she confronted him, his callous reason was that she wasn't committed
enough in their relationship to be his wife. He got engaged a week later. Sylvia
felt more humiliated than broken-hearted. Yesterday, one of her friends and
roommate made snide remarks about her being dumped for a village girl. Sylvia
stormed out of their flat and hadn't gone back. She slept over at another friend's
place and decided to crash a party with total strangers today. She didn't know
whose party and she didn't care. She promised herself to hook up with any fine
guy and have a nice time. And here she was chatting up a cute guy who was
totally her type.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
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Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."