Novels by Nellykesh

Marlowe's POV The knock came softly on my door. I froze. My hand hovered over the glass of water on my nightstand, suddenly uncertain whether to answer. Then the door creaked open. Callum stepped in, shoulders tense, eyes unreadable in the dim lighting. "Can't sleep either?" I asked, my voice brittle. He said nothing at first. Just stood there, watching me. His jaw worked like he was chewing on a thousand things he couldn’t say. He stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “I tried to hate you tonight. I really tried.” I stood, uncertain. “And?” “And I still do. But not enough to stop thinking about you.” The words sank into me like warmth. I hadn’t realized I was craving. “Why did you let me touch you that night?” The question hit me like a slap. “What?” I breathed. “That night. At the bar. Why didn’t you stop me?” His voice was hoarse, almost accusing, but under that edge was something more—confusion… maybe even pain.

Marlowe's POVThe silence in the house was starting to gnaw at me.Days had passed since our wedding, but Callum hadn't said more than a few words to me—each one colder than the last. We were living under the same roof, yet it felt like I was alone, haunted by the presence of a man who seemed to resent the air I breathed.I’d hoped that after the initial blow of our forced union, things would ease between us. But they hadn’t. If anything, the tension had grown thicker.I spent most of my time in the guest room—the room his mother had insisted I stay in "until you both feel comfortable." But comfort was a luxury I no longer believed in.Still, it wasn't all bitterness. His mother, kind and ever-smiling, had taken to visiting me daily. She brought me tea, sat with me, told me stories about Callum's childhood—things he’d probably never want me to know.“He used to be so gentle,” she said one morning as she placed a shawl over my shoulders. “Protective to a fault. After his accident, some

I froze, my heart skipping a beat as Callum's eyes narrowed at me. "What's wrong with you?" he spat, his voice laced with venom. My mouth opened, but no words came out. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak. "I—I was just coming to find you," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks burn. He snorted, a humorless sound. "Save it, Marlowe. I don’t need your fake concern." With that, he turned his back on me and walked ahead, his long strides filled with disdain. The ache in my chest intensified, but I followed, my steps quick and unsteady as I tried to keep up. The silence between us was thick—uncomfortable, suffocating. Every breath I took felt forced, like my lungs were working against me. His anger rolled off him in waves, and I could almost taste the bitterness in the air. When we reached the car, he yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat without a word. I hesitated, then climbed in beside him, shrinking against the door. The drive home was quiet. Not peaceful, but te

Marlowe's POV What was meant to be a night of pleasure, turned out as a night in which my woes began. If I was told that I was going to meet Callum after our one time meeting, I wouldn't have believed. It was a one night thing where both of us would go out separate ways after all. This had been the partners with others, why is it that my turn was different. Why was it hard for me to do something and go scot free with it? All through dinner, I kept casting Callum side glances as my heart rammed against my chest in a quick succession. Father must have heard my heavy breathing since he was seated next to me but he chose to remain mute.Shutting my eyes, I took in a deep breath as I couldn't wait for dinner time to be over. My plan was to run off from all these.I wanted to run off to a place where no one knows me and so it would be easy for me to start a new life there without anyone judging me. Unfortunately for me, after dinner, they all left the table like it was planned befor

Callum's POV “You’ve got to be kidding me, this can't be true.” I muttered under my breath as my mother announced, “Callum, you're meeting your bride earlier than planned. She's arriving tonight.”I became furious, wondering who could be the bride she was referring to; this whole arranged marriage was already a nightmare. And now, they were speeding it up? “I don't want to meet her tonight,” I said flatly, glaring at my mother.“You don't have a choice, Callum. This is for the family, and you’ve to comply with our decisions.” She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way.Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase.Then I saw her.My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously toward

Marlowe’s POVThe sunlight streaming in through the open curtains woke me up. The sound of someone breathing caused me to turn to my side. A surprising sense of calm washed over me as I realized where I was. The memory of last night came to me in a rush. The feel of Callum’s fingers on my skin, his tongue in my mouth and his dick deep in my hungry wet pussy. I remembered the way he had looked at me as he had brought me unexplainable pleasure akin to the warmth of a raging fire.I remembered how everything had started. The bar had been dimly lit when we got in. We had gone to the counter and Callum had ordered four shots of whatever, sliding one glass across, to me.“Drink up,” he told me. I did as he asked, downing the liquid in one goal. Whatever it was burned down my throat to my belly. "Here, have another." He slid me another glass and I took it."Cheers to escaping hell." He said while raising his glass.“Cheers to that.” I muttered before I downed the shot in one go.“What wa