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.
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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Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!