A week later Somber night, a masculine figure rolled out of his sleek SUV, parked in front of an abandoned and desolate apartment complex. Black aviator glasses complementing his trimmed beard and overall domineering appearance in brown tuxedo over velvety Armani shirt, hiding a long scar running through his chest after spending three consecutive years behind lock up with inmates, bully and crazy maniacs.His ravening footfalls echoed in the silent corridor as a bunch of armed men advanced through the cramped hallway, following the formidable shadow in order to safeguard him from any potential attacks and threats, the desolate place, a dwelling to countless hazardous pests and toxic contaminants, filled with malodolorous smell lingering in the smothering environment, damp, cold and humid. With one robust push, the metallic door slammed open, revealing a moribund body chained to the walls, stained with ugly patterns of blood splashes all over the surface. 'Is he breathing, still?', t
' His eyes held a divine pull, weirdly shackling me to his hold,Unchained I was physically yet captive in his dark world 'The following day,Saanvi's POV:I was about to end my shift when a familiar figure walked inside my cabin with a toddler in his arms. The one year old babygirl, Inaya, a lookalike of her father whom I met a week ago, inside the hospital premises. The encounter was quite unexpected and truth to be told, I went slightly anxious seeing him at my working hours. Since, after the court hearings, I haven't had any coincidence to meet or interact with him, eye to eye. The baby was much of a surprise to me.A beautiful surprise. I've recently being blessed with the title of being aunt to two adorable angels even though to my in laws, I'm officially a divorcee. No one except Nandini, my sister in law, knows this secret of mine because the separation papers, signed never actually reached for the trials and the judgement hasn't been passed yet.'How's her runny nose now, s
I looked myself in the mirror. The red georgette saree perfectly hugged my curves. With fine intricate designs imprinted on the smooth fabric, the stud earrings overall made my appearance look extremely sophisticated, exquisite and maybe enticing? The event was not the only thing, I am getting ready for. There's something more that matters to me a lot, at least before I take any firm decision in my life and choose whether I live with my past or move on, completely. I haven't read the contents inside of the envelope but since our relationship hasn't completely dissolved in the way it should, I have decided to meet him in person and sort everything out. The one thing that always was always a negative aspect in our lives was the lack of proper and in depth conversation. It was always either an unfriendly and cold encounter or no words exchanged for days. This honestly requires a lot of courage for me to face him after not seeing him for so long, maybe an eternity, well that's an exagger
I was despondently heading towards the lounge area when I sensed someone's shadow, towering over my head, just behind me. I turned around and I felt as if my eyes are deceiving me. I finally beheld her face before departing. She was breathing heavily, gasping and all drenched in sweat, her hair all messy and sticking to her face as if she reached here, running a marathon. Being too overwhelmed and scared, I forgot to ask her permission and crashed her into me, tightly clutching her dainty body against my chest.And she too, complied by not pushing me away, this time. After a short while, she shifted a little, indicating to break the hug and I did, freeing her from my smothering hold. That's when I noticed the saree she was wearing, the one I wanted her to wear at the event but she had refused to accept anything from me. Typical she and her queen attitude, well I respect that attitude that's why I am alive.Taking one deep shaky breath, she started shouting or rather roaring at me, imp
Copyright ©️ Muskan Prakash ™ 2022I kept pacing around in my room nervously, fiddling with the hem of my dupatta (scarf). Finally my husband is home after a long haul of an year. I only know how much I've awaited and prayed for this day in my life when I can finally see my husband, when I can finally hear his voice for the very first time...I've never seen his whole face except for a few glances that I stole during our pheras (wedding ritual). I heard the screeching of tires making butterfly flutter in my stomach from the sheer nervousness of facing him.I ran outside the servant's quarter with my anklets tinkling, rejoicing with me on my happy day.I stood near the balcony peeking through the space between the vivid long drapes that hung in the entire palace. I hid behind the diaphanous curtain, the guards opened the massive gate for yuvraj Daksh as his posh black Rolls Royce smoothly rolled in the 'Singh palace'. My husband 'Daksh advait singh' is the yuvraj (Prince) of svamgarh,
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'Ra-rani sa, please pardon my husband! I don't know where my ignoble son is. We a..are very poor!! I cannot pay the price of my son dishonoring your royal dignity..please pardon his j-job, I beg you please!!', sunita wailed crouching near her queen's feet, tears gushing out of her aged eyes.Never in her twenty five years of serving in this palace, she had encountered this furious form of Rani sa (Queen).'Get away woman!!! Who else will pay? Your run away son is missing!! Doesn't he thought about his parents before kidnapping my princess? I'll make sure you get no job anywhere in this country. Get off me, right away!!!', she kicked the woman with her pointed sandal causing minor wound to form on her forehead.She winced in pain writhing like a fish pulled out of water but continued begging bowing down in reverance. She couldn't afford getting kicked out of the palace, the only livelihood she had where she served the royal family for more than two decades. Because of the daring stunt
'Wait ma sa, can you handover your phone to Nandini. She isn't picking up my calls...',she was perturbed by his question. A cold bead trailed down the arch of her neck. What will she say now? A new wave of terror started creeping inside her heart paralyzing her every muscle...'She...she's gone to her friend Riddhi's house', she bit her tongue, barely able to lie. 'Where is her phone then?!', his voice turned cold as a freezer as if sensing something to be off.'There a...are wedding preparations going on in her hou..house so she might be assisting them. She's not your babysister anymore, stop c..''She's adult but not for me. She's still my babysister and she's answerable to me for everything!!', his steel voice boomed resounding in her quitetude chamber. She could hear her own pulse beating wildly in her ear, her erratic heart felt as if it would leap into the pit of her stomach. His icy voice sent jolts of shivers down her spine, how many and how much lie she'll have to utter to ge