ログインTwenty-one years ago.In a luxurious spacious building, a picture-perfect family of four were supposed to be having a happy family dinner together ; if only it hadn’t turned into the biggest nightmare a nine-year-old boy would ever experience with his fully developed eyes.“Do you like the food?” a beautiful Indian woman in her late twenties or early thirties asked, looking directly at a British looking almost elderly man eating with his cutleries.“It tastes really different today. It’s really good,” her husband, Paul replied.Veena smiled, feeling proud of herself. “I prepared dinner myself. I even served the maids and everyone. I wanted to learn how to cook to impress you, Paul.”“You don’t have to learn any skills to impress me. The fact that I get to marry a beautiful woman and have two healthy children is enough to impress me,” Paul brushed her off with a grin. From his face, one could see he was stupidly in love.“Excuse me, Mom and Dad, I’m going to use the bathroom,” little D
His lips felt like a gentle kind of warmth on her skin, she involuntary pulled her head back, giving him easy access."You like this, don't you?" His lips moved to her ears and whispered.She released a soft moan in response. His hands trailed down her soft curves through her fabric, slowly moving upward beneath her dress."I'm curious to see how wet you are for me" husky whispers to her ears, his touch was everywhere but the wet folds in between her legs."Dev" she whimpered in slight frustration."What? You want me to touch your wet pussy?" He nibbled her ears while whispering.Priya couldn't bare the torture, she thrusted her hips upwards, hoping to get to him by herself but as a stubborn man Dev was, he took his hands far away from her reach."Please" she almost cried."I asked if you wanted me to touch your wet pussy and I love being answered when I ask a fucking question!" His voice had gotten deeper and demanding but it only added heat to her core.She wanted him to talk to her
A Mercedes came to a halt in the garage of a luxurious mansion. The sky was still dark and starless, while cool wind howled through the air. The door opened, and Dev stepped out. He walked around to the other side of the car and opened the door for Priya.“Thank you,” Priya said as she climbed down. “Wow,” she muttered, looking around in awe.“You like the building?” A smile rested on Dev’s face as he asked.“I love it. When did you buy this place?”Dev only shrugged. “I’m a man of surprises. Let’s go inside. I bet you’ll love the interior too.”Priya beamed and ran ahead, but the space was dark, and she could barely see anything. Before she could question Dev about the electricity, the room suddenly lit up, flooding the space with a bright glow. The light revealed the elegance of the spacious living room; velvet couches, glass tables, an atrium, and a breathtaking mix of luxury and design.“Oh my God,” Priya gasped as she walked around. “This is so lovely. I didn’t know we’d get to s
Isla inwardly hissed under her breath when she realized she had accidentally entered the male restroom again.“I'm so loving this our tradition” a curve formed on Damien's face as he teased.“It was an accident, Damien. Am I not allowed to have accidents now?” she seethed and tried to leave, but he stepped closer, pinning her against the edge of the sink.Her eyes widened at his sudden closeness, she tried pushing him but there was little to no space to move."What do you think you're doing invading my personal space like this?" She gritted her teeth, glaring at him."Speaking of invading of space, you're the one who's here" He countered with a casual shrug."Asshole!" Isla cursed at him. She painfully turned her head sideways, her eyes turning misty all of the sudden.“Now that you’re here, let’s talk.” “What if I don’t want to talk to you?” she sharply turned back to him with her glare burning.“If you don’t want to talk to me, then who do you plan to speak with? Your husband?” He
Chatter from men and women filled the hall. Many flocked around the bride and groom while others mingled among themselves. Speaking of mingling, Isla couldn’t relate. She sat alone, sipping her champagne, watching Gareth comfortably chatting with other men and women who laughed a little too closely around him.She inwardly rolled her eyes and took another sip.“And may I ask why the great Mrs. Khan is all alone without her man?” a light voice said beside her.Looking sideways, she saw Victoria and rolled her eyes even more.“Long time no see.” A smirk danced across Victoria’s face as she extended her hand for a handshake, but Isla kept both hands wrapped around her champagne glass and purse.Victoria snorted a chuckle and slipped her hand back to her side.“I thought we’d be friends now since the man is out of the picture, but damn, Mrs. Khan, you sure know how to hold a grudge.” She shook her head helplessly.Isla gave her a questioning look, silently urging the annoying woman to exp
The taxi halted in an old, familiar neighborhood. The driver was about to help Isla out of the car, but she waved him off.“I can manage, thanks.” She opened the door, stepped down, then tipped him. “You can keep the change.”A bright, grateful smile spread across the driver’s face. “This is very generous, ma’am. Thank you so much.” He happily drove off afterward.Isla sucked in a deep breath as she stared at the worn-out, pale buildings before her. Once upon a time in her life, she had shed bloody tears, rolled herself in mud, and eaten dust just to live here, it was a season of her life she would never forget.She slowly approached the neighborhood. Unlike before, when it had been lively and filled with children, it was now empty, almost as though no one lived there anymore.“Isla?” a familiar, crooked voice called out.Looking ahead, Isla saw a skinny old woman walking toward her. As she drew closer, Isla recognized her; Lady Rohana, the witch disguised in human form who had paid d







