로그인"N-N-No, I'm joining my hands in front of you not today, it hurts a lot." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Come here, fast!!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-No, please let me go. Don't do this." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her scarf away from her. ________ Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her?
더 보기"Roke ke baad Shaadi hoti hai?" She asked. The question was so simple. So pure. It almost felt out of place in a haveli filled with manipulation and silent wars. Ryker looked away this time. Toward the window. Toward nothing. (Translation: Wedding happens after engagement?) "Hanjii." He replied. (Translation: Yes.) "To phir hamari kab hogi?" She questioned. He turned back to her, expression unreadable. (Translation: Then, when will ours happen?) "Jab aap in sab baat'on ka matlab acche se samajh jayengi." He answered maturely instead of getting out of words by her innocent questions. (Translation: When you fully understand the meaning of all these things.) Inaayat frowned slightly. Her lips parted slightly. As if that answer didn't sit right with her. But before she could ask more- A knock came at the door, again. "Inaayat! Jaldi aa jaao neeche! Sab tumhe bula rahe hain!" a servant called out. (Translation: Inaayat! Come downstairs quickly! Everyone is calling y
He started going through the stuff and took out a pair of green bangles- exactly the colour of her dupatta. He went to her and just for the confirmation held the bangles closer to her dupatta and when the colours actually matched he put some golden bangles between them as per the reference image suggested by the internet. Inaayat kept looking at him curiously. "Laiye apna haath dijiye." He asked extending his hand towards her. (Translation: Give me your hand.) Inaayat looked at him for a while in hesitation and he stood there patiently not pushing, not forcing just calm and steady. She gently placed her small palm in his big and calloused one. A sudden spark passed through them. Inaayat exhaled softly while Ryker tried to do his best in getting her ready. One by one, with utter care he slid all of the bangles in both of her wrists with clinking sounds of the glass bangles. When he was done Inaayat shook her hands gently and there was a clicking and jingling sound of the bangle
The haveli had never looked more alive. Or more suffocating. Voices echoed through the long corridors- servants rushing back and forth, trays clinking, fabrics rustling, instructions flying from every direction. The air was thick with the scent of incense, fresh marigold garlands, and something else- Expectation. Pressure. Decoration had taken over every inch of the place. Golden drapes hung from the arches, strings of flowers framed every doorway, and the main hall glowed under warm lights prepared for the ceremony that would soon bind two lives together. Or at least, that's what everyone believed. Arjun stood at the far end of the corridor, watching it all like an outsider. His reflection in the polished pillar beside him looked like a stranger- dressed perfectly, posture straight, face calm. But his eyes- His eyes were hollow. The envelope still burned in his mind. Every word. Every truth. Every moment he had was destroyed with his own hands. And yet- He was here. Getting e
Their gaze clashed. Years of love. Years of hurt. All standing between them. "Mujhe laga tha tumne mujhe chhod diya." Arjun's voice softened, almost breaking. Nancy smiled sadly. (Translation: I thought you gave up on me.) "Maine khud ko chhod diya tha, Arjun." She murmured, barely above a whisper. (Translation: I had given up on myself, Arjun.) That broke him. His shoulders slumped. "Aaj bhi?" The question slipped out before he could stop it. Nancy looked at him for a very long moment. (Translation: Even today?) "Aaj bhi." She said very quietly. His breath caught in his chest. (Translation: Even today.) "Isliye mujhse door rehti ho?" He asked and she nodded yes. (Translation: Is this the reason, you stay away from me?) "Isliye main tumhari aankhon mein nahi dekh pati. Kyun ki agar dekh liya...to fir mazboot nahi reh paungi." She said. (Translation: That's why I can't look into your eyes. Because if I do... I won't be able to stay strong.) Arjun stepped closer, his v






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