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Her Deceiver Chapter 27
He was stunned as he froze at her side. He lifted himself up as his eyes roamed from one eye to another and true to her words he saw it. He saw many times but was waiting to hear them from her. And now she said it it felt unbelievable. "What"? He had a dazed face and gave away his cluelessness as he began to look at her like a lost puppy. She giggled at him. "I love you Andrey. Don't make me more nervous". Her voice came out a little hoarse with all the screaming she had done until now. "R- really? From when"?She began to narrate him with a sweet whisper. "I don't know exactly. But from the moment you married me and when you made efforts to fit into my life. I've fallen there. And when you cared for me and bared all my silly tantrums I felt harder.......that you have to pick me up now when I confess you". He stared into her eyes longer than usual as she stared back at him waiting for his response. Her hands randomly played with the strands of his back hair when he sealed her l
Her Deceiver Chapter 28
Lazily strolling to the chair he placed his foot on the chair and put his hand on his knee as he took out the lighter and leaned his head forward litting the cigarette. Taking a sharp intake he blew out the smoke as he looked at his prey through his smoke. "You think you can double cross Arcy's"? " Arcy's. Who the fuck are you? Infants don't get to talk little boy. Do you know how many years we ruled the underworld? "Oh really? It must be a hard blast on your ego to get killed by an infant". The man's jaw hardened as he glared deadly at Andrey. "You people are no one. No one to Blasscaid's but yet you are revolting and I wonder why"?"Why is that"?He looked up from his foot directing his question to his prey as he looked at him lazily. "That doesn't matter to you. And you expect me to answer your questions just like that". He said with a calm tone. The man gritted trying to get his hands out of the rope when Andrey nodded yes in response. " I expect that. Because so soon I'm
Her Deceiver Chapter 29
In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
Her Deceiver Chapter 30
The room was dark with a dim light enough visible to figure out silhouettes but not see the objects. She was tucked under the fluffy cotton-like blanket giving her warmth from the AC. In the dark room, lazy footsteps echoed as he walked to the tufted chair and sat down staring at her while swirling the glass of wine. Sipping the drink he rested his hands on the armchair as he leaned back crossing his leg on the other. His eyes took in her soft hair and made a curled art on the white duet while her tired face gave out the tiredness. A tinge of guilt hit him thinking she didn't eat anything for pretty good hours. But that is not the only thing he has on his plate. There is this larger thing to deal with. She was scared of him. She is scared like hell. And he guessed his behavior didn't help her. Maybe he should go easy on her and be submissive to her. After all, the mistake is his. But just by the thought, the submissive felt gross. He cannot be submissive. That isn't in his blood.
Her Deceiver Prologue
In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious . Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no more wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
Her Deceiver Chapter 1
In his black tailored shirt with his tuxedo on and his hair tied in a manly bun, he stood there in his mighty height near the grave. Grave of his mother's. His gaze was blank and nonchalant as he looked at the grave while litting up the cigarette with the lighter and putting it back in his coat. His hands stuffed inside his pocket as he stood there in silence with his men around him standing stiffly with no emotions displayed.He never planned to be here in India if not for visiting his mother's grave. His only dear ones and secretly cherished ones. If there is a person that he loved anyone then it is only his mother. The infatuations for some girls came and gone but the care, adoration, and love for his mother are deep in his bones. The teachings she taught him he returned the result only to her. He always has the habit of returning what he receives from the person. Thus, he returned his love and teachings to her when he received her love and teachings from her. She was Indian and w
Her Deceiver Chapter 2
The room lit up as the sunlight peeked in through the gap of the window curtain litting up the room faintly. Her frail hand rested on his shoulder while his loaded hand winded her waist holding her close to himself in their sleep. Her fingers clenched like a jolt in her sleep as she slowly squirmed beside him with her face stuffed in his crook. Her eyes fluttered as she opened her eyes and he fall in her sight. Her husband. She peeked up through her lashes at him as his jaw came into his view and a beautiful smile spread on her face as she lifted herself from their position and placed a kiss on his eye with her eyes closed. Her fingers gently ran through his hair and parted away from him. Giving a final kiss on his forehead she got off the bed fixing the blanket to her chest Turning away from him she turned to the window and swiped the curtains aside welcoming the light with her closed eyes. She took in the bliss she got from the warm sunlight and opened her eyes and looked out of
Her Deceiver Chapter 3
Her hands snacked from his back to his waist her front body touching his bare back as she hugged him from the back by the kitchen island. She played a kiss on his spine and rested her cheek on his back as her hand rested on his chest after a trip around his abs. He placed his hand on hers and mingled his fingers with hers as his other hand was busy making tea for her and him. His hair was tied in a half bun as he stood there making a mini breakfast for themselves after a night full of merciless intimacy. With her hand in his, he pulled her forward as she hissed and he heard it obvious that the reason was him. He cleared the things on the island as he lifted her by arms and put her on the island. Once she sat she settled herself moving back and that's when he had a look at her. The saree was nearly tied with her damp hairs left open and a bindi on her forehead along with the vermilion on her partition and forehead indicating that she did her Pooja just now. "Done with the Praying"? H
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