LOGINLisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?
View MoreDespite the rich aroma that had taken over the entire floor no one bought anything, not a single croissant…not a single muffin.People passed by the display, slowed down… looked…And then—“Just coffee, please.”Again.And again.And again.Dave noticed but he stayed quiet, leaning casually against the counter, pretending not to care until someone finally said it out loud.A man in line chuckled, loud enough for others to hear.“If his coffee was that bad…” he shrugged, smirking, “what do you think the baking tastes like?”A few people laughed under their breath.Another added, “Smells can lie, you know.”Dave exhaled slowly through his nose. Dave remained composed but the excitement from earlier dimmed—just a little.The cafeteria doors opened and silence followed. Lisha walked in. Not passing by. Not sending Clara. Not avoiding the crowd like she always did.She walked in and stayed. Heads turned instantly. Forks paused mid-air. Conversations died without warning.“She… she’s eati
The machines arrived before sunrise. Dave was already awake. Not just awake—ready.There was an energy in him that hadn’t been there in a long time. He moved faster, lighter, almost as if something inside him had finally aligned with who he used to be.When he stepped out, Lisha was already there, watching him with quiet amusement.“You’re smiling this early?” she said. “That’s new.”Dave didn’t even try to hide it. “Today’s a big day.”Lisha tilted her head slightly. “You look like a child on his birthday.”Dave laughed softly, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.”“Then explain it to me,” she said.He paused for a moment, then spoke more sincerely.“This… this is the first time in a while I feel like I can actually do something. Not just exist. Not just… survive.” He looked at her. “So yeah—it means a lot.”Something in his tone made her expression soften.“You’re welcome,” she said quietly.Dave nodded, grateful. “Thank you, Lisha. Really.”They left together. And as they walked in
Dave counted the days without meaning to.Each morning felt like a step closer to something he had been craving—not just purpose, but identity. The baking machines. Until then, reality humbled him.His first official day behind the counter was… far from impressive.“I asked for a latte, not a life decision,” one customer muttered after taking a sip.Another simply stared at the cup, then at Dave, and said, “Are you experimenting on us?”Dave forced a smile through it all, nodding politely, apologizing more times than he could count.Behind him, one of the staff whispered, “Too much foam,” while another quietly took over a drink he had just made. But he didn’t quit.By the third day, something shifted.“Less water, more control,” one coworker guided, standing beside him.“Watch the pour,” another added. “Feel it, don’t fight it.”They were patient, surprisingly so. And Dave listened—carefully, humbly, learning with every mistake. Each bad cup became a better one. Each complaint became
Lisha barely slept that night. Morning couldn’t come fast enough. The idea of finally pulling Dave into her world—not as a guest, but as part of it—brought a quiet excitement she didn’t bother to question.Dave, on the other hand, woke before dawn.He stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, adjusting his suit, smoothing out invisible creases. It felt unfamiliar—too polished, too distant from the man he used to be. When he stepped out, Lisha was already waiting.“Early,” she noted.Dave gave a small smile. “Didn’t want to be late on my first day.”For a brief moment, something like approval passed through her eyes.“Let’s go.”The drive was quiet, but not uncomfortable. There was a strange shift between them—less tension, more… alignment.As they stepped out of the car, Dave glanced down at himself and chuckled lightly.“I feel like a rich man in this suit,” he teased.Lisha smirked faintly. “You look the part.”But the moment they entered everything changed. Heads turned and c






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