LOGIN“Don't test my patience. I have been very calm with you.” “I don't want anything from you. Leave me!” Tears stung in the corner of her eyes as she endured the pain he was inflicting on her. “Nothing! I want nothing from you!” “It is not up to you now. Is it?” “It is!” “Then you know nothing. Let me remind you of something,” he eyed her coldly. “I cannot let you flee because you don't want to stay here. I have made a promise to keep you and your brother safe. And I will.” She reared back. “No matter if you want it or not,” he was purely vicious with the words he was using. “I might scare you but they are very much formidable, vicious and willing to do to avenge whatever it takes,” he gestured to her trembling figure through his roaming eyes, “with that.” “Never,” she shook her head. “I am not scared of your words. You are just trying to scare me with your words to make me listen to you!” “Oh?” leaning forward, he almost shouted in her face, “I am not just trying to scare you. No. I am speaking the truth that you are willing enough to neglect!” She shook her head violently, her thoughts pushing any logical facts away in her state. She was unwilling to listen to whatever he had to say even when somewhere she knew he was right. Just because he thought if he could use force on her, she would adhere to him? No! She was stronger than he thought she was! “I don't belong to anyone. You don't have to take–” “You belong to me. ”WARNING: This book contains strong language, dubious situations, deception issues, manipulations, abduction and dark romance.
View More35—A Feeling She Couldn't Shake."The degree or level of pain is different for everybody. You cannot compare it with anybody else through your own depiction of it."—Saumya Tripathi. "I don't like this." She frowned. "No matter how much I try brushing it off, it keeps bothering me."A pause."Honestly... sometimes my instincts frighten me more than the possibilities themselves."Radhika couldn't help herself from voicing how she felt without even realizing it."Radha? What are you mumbling about?" Suddenly she heard Sabba questioning her. Later she realized she was audible. "Huh? Oh. It's just... there's this feeling." She hesitated, pressing her lips together."Tell me. You know you can trust me, right?"She gulped. Opening up had never been easy for her, but she did trust her. Although, the words sat heavily in her throat, refusing to come out. "Hey."When Radhika finally looked up, Sabba smiled softly."You don't have to explain it perfectly. Just tell me what's going on. What'
A Strange Premonition. The sight alone sent unease curling through her stomach. Somehow, his mere presence seemed to dominate the entire surroundings without him even moving. Her fingers tightened unconsciously. Sabba nudged Radhika lightly, trying to grab her attention. Blinking out of her thoughts, Radhika finally looked at her. “Someone seems awfully busy staring, hmm?” Sabba teased with a knowing wink. “Very unusual, I must say.” Heat rushed almost instantly to Radhika’s face at the accusation. “Don’t worry, mate. I’m not judging.” Sabba winked again, looking far too amused by her flustered expression. Mortified at being caught so obviously distracted. Had she really been staring that openly? Radhika quickly looked away, silently praying the warmth spreading across her cheeks would fade soon enough. “At least pretend to listen when I’m talking,” Sabba huffed dramatically. Blinking, she said, “I am. I am.” “Anyway, forget that,” Sabba continued excitedly. “Did you know
A Heart Full of Tiny Steps. Later in the day. Four thirty in the afternoon.Radhika sauntered alongside the group of women with hurried steps, keeping pace as best as she could. Beside her, Shaur rested happily in Neelam aunty’s arms while she pushed the stroller he currently seemed to despise. The little boy was far too delighted bouncing in her lap to tolerate sitting still for long.A smile tugged helplessly at Radhika’s lips at the sight. Watching him happy was something she doubted she would ever grow used to. It warmed something deep inside her every single time.It was hard to believe he had already begun learning how to jog. These days, setting him down on the floor felt less like letting him walk and more like releasing a tiny whirlwind into the world. With his unsteady toddling steps and endlessly curious eyes, he could wander anywhere in the blink of an eye.And just like now, even from the safety of Neelam aunty’s lap, he squirmed impatiently, eager to get down and roam
Borrowed Warmth. “One week from now!” Neelam aunty gushed excitedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation over the surprises she had planned. “There are going to be so many surprises for them. I simply cannot wait to see their faces when they receive the most awaited gift of their lives!” Radhika found herself grinning along with her. She was happy too. No—she was absolutely ecstatic. Over the past few months, she had unintentionally grown incredibly close to Neelam aunty, Sabba, and Zara. They were no longer just people she knew. Somehow, they had quietly become the family she now lacked. “You’re more excited than they are going to be,” Radhika found herself laughing from beside her. “Of course I am!” Neelam aunty defended dramatically. “Do you know how difficult it was to prepare all this secretly?” She gasped suddenly. “Imagine if someone accidentally ruins the surprise.” Neelam aunty pointed a warning finger immediately. “Don’t even joke about such terrible things.” “I
The Sound of Home. “Bhaijaan (Brother) Uzair!” The two young women at the front practically shrieked his name, using the familiar Urdu endearment reserved only for a brother.Both of them nearly threw themselves at him. Before he could even fully step inside, both of them came rushing toward him
A Brother’s Refusal. The Don was nothing before his woman with her arms folded. At home, she was the true authority—the absolute law unto herself. She ruled their house with a single look, a raised brow, and a silence far more terrifying than any threat. And his heart? That had belonged to he
The Weight of Command. Twenty leaders. Twenty countries. Twenty men powerful enough to move nations from the shadows. They held the kind of power that could shift the entire balance of the underworld with a single decision.And yet, in that room, only one voice truly mattered, under this roof, sil
33— Six months— later!“Our own thoughts hurt us more than the sharp tongue of others.” –Saumya Tripathi Who would have thought six months had already passed?May he add—it hadn’t been easy.The past few months had been exhausting, the workload more than enough to keep him constantly occupied. Da












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