Gamma Ty and His Unwanted Mate (The Hybrid Series) Book 4

She walked past the gate of her college. There was a strange longing in her mind. In her life, she did not see any trace of tranquility or any hint of happiness. At the age she was going through, a deep feeling of wanting and love was growing in the heart of a girl. An unknown lover is always in her thoughts and keeps her lost in sweet dreams. Her appearance was such that many lovers would open the doors of his heart for her. But before anyone dared to do so, a filthy, bastard and lousy man had taken possession of her. She was in captivity even though she was free.

All her efforts to save her life were in vain. She was a poor innocent girl. Her only fault was that she was beautiful. And if it is born in the house of the poor, then it is a spectacle. If she had a modest or acceptable appearance, she would not have had to face these situations. She was a modest, respectful and self-respecting girl. She didn't care about the boys in the neighborhood or the lovers at school.

By acting carelessly, and quietly, a decent girl can force such unscrupulous people to do their job. But it is unfortunate that Dilawar Sheikh was the uncrowned king of her neighborhood, but also of two or three surrounding neighborhoods. She was trapped in a torment. Dilawar Sheikh killed her brother for refusing to do so.

There was such an instrument of hatred burning inside her that it was ready to consume everything. The death of a brother like his father was not being digested by her either. She wanted to kill Sheikh instructively. She wanted to see him rubbing his heels in front of her, but it was impossible. Neither the law had the power to lay hands on Dilawar Sheikh nor was there anyone else who save her from Dilawar's evil? There was a feeling of hatred under which she clung to life.

Dilawar Sheikh's instructive death was the greatest desire, the greatest desire and the greatest happiness of her life. It was much easier to embrace death than to be Dilawar Sheikh's wife. She wanted to see him dying in front of her eyes. She was willing to pay any price to see this happy scene but she did not know how to fulfill her desire.

She walked silently, carrying a bag of books on her shoulder, watching the fast-paced activities of the city. And she had lost the idea of feelings of grief. She began to look at the colorful clothes, the plastic statues were dressed in such strange clothes that she herself had not even seen on the body of any other woman. Leaving the clothing market, she entered the shoe market.

Walking slowly in front of the shops, she stared with longing eyes at the precious shoes that were beyond her purchasing power. Looking at her feet, she saw the same old shoes she had been wearing for the last two years. The soles of the shoes were worn out due to excessive use. Their upper luster was simply due to the polish. Leaving the market, she entered the vegetable market. The vegetable market ended in a relatively wide Market where all kinds of goods were seen decorated.

 After this, a main road was opened with large buildings, commercial plazas and beautiful hotels on the sides. From the rush seen in the parking lots of the hotels, she guessed that it was time for lunch. She took his cheap mobile phone out of her pocket and saw the time. It was half past one. She suddenly started feeling hungry. She did not come where she could sit and worship her stomach.

 "Will it be powerful enough to save me from the evil of Dilawar Sheikh?" A possible thought arose in her mind. “I don't know if he'll stop at my signal or not." With that thought in mind, she tried to raise her hand, but before that she hear the sharp whisper of the brakes in his ears, she rolled her eyes. The black Mercedes stopped in front of the wide road.

There were also two open-roofed jeeps behind the Mercedes. There were four people in each of the two jeeps. "Now I don't know who is riding in it and will it be more powerful than the one in white. “From the open door of the Mercedes, a leg appeared in black pants, with a shiny black boot shining on its feet. And then, in a big way, he got out of the car completely. He was the owner. He had a big breast, an inward belly showing him a well-rounded wrestler.

As soon as he got out of the car, he closed the two buttons in front of his coat, took off his glasses and put them in his pocket there was a strange kind of cruelty in his thick brown eyes. His forehead was wide, his cheeks bulging, his nose was raised, his thin lips were thin, his mustache was soaked with delicacy and he had three. Despite being a masterpiece of masculinity, there was something on his face as a whole that made Tanvash's legs tremble.