LOGINShe thought it was love. But was it really a love or his TRAP. He was thirsty for revenge, drowned in hatred. His heart was dead, only hatred left in him. She brings the spark of solace in his dark world unaware about the tornado that will ruin her life. He was a burning flame and she was an ice. His deep eyes held so many secrets while her eyes held pure innocence and fear; Fear of him. He wants nothing but revenge and she is going to be his trump card. She loved a monster in human disguise. When she learns about his dirty game plans she tries to escape from his territory. But, will he let her go away? NO. He is so obsessed with her that he will go to the extent even if it means to cage her, with or without her will. "You are MINE Shanaya, you can't escape, this is my world and I rule here" Avyaansh "Please don't hurt me" Shanaya Why does Avyaansh want revenge? Why is he using Shanaya? What hidden secret still needs to come out. A tale of Revenge, Love, Lies and Heartbreak.
View MoreShe took a step back but his grip remained a solid anchor on her. The shrill of her phone pierced the silence again, shattering their eye contact. She instinctively pushed him away, her fingers searching for her phone, she was about to escape when his hand seized her forearm and pulled her. She stumbled and crashed against his chest. Her eyes welled up blurring the harsh line of his face as she stared at him, but her mind was lost in the shadows of the past. She was back there, reliving it all. It was like her brain had hit the pause button. The only thing that managed to break through the fog was the overwhelming question. How did she end up staring into the same blue eyes she was trying to escape? The universe had a sick sense of humor, it seemed dragging her to the same person she was trying so hard to run away. She thought she finally escaped his cage, but how delusional was she? He again appeared like a dark shadow in her newfound sunlight. What more could he destroy? Why could
Aryan saw Avyaansh was coming towards him, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he subtly distanced himself from the group of men. “Avyaansh Malhotra,” Avyaansh stated, extending a hand in a greeting. Aryan shook hands in a formal handshake followed by a nod of acknowledgement. “Ayran Oberoi,” he replied, his voice a low rumble.“It's good to see you here Mr. Oberoi, I presume you have accepted the CEO position?” Avyaansh’s words held a hint of scrutiny while his eyes were carefully assessing Aryan. “You'd be right,” Aryan responded, the words thick as he took a deliberate sip of his champagne. “My father approached you for the same purpose, to persuade me, isn't it?” Aryan asked, his words were more of a statement. Avyaansh's gaze lingered on the glass in his hands. The way he was clutching the glass his veins were visible as if he would crush the glass. He smirked knowing he triggered him. “Indeed, but what truly piqued my interest was your initial reluctance,” Avyaansh admitted, taki
His flight landed in Los Angeles just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The moment he stepped out of the airport, the warm breeze of the city enveloped him. He spotted his car already waiting for him. He walked towards the car and the driver immediately greeted him, giving him an affirmed nod he slid into the backseat while the driver drove the car. As the car cruised through the city streets, he gazed out of the window, palm trees swaying, the iconic Hollywood sign in the distance, and the city's lively energy. The car stopped in front of the grand five star hotel. Avyaansh walked into the hotel lobby, its polished marble floors and elegant decor was a welcome sight. He approached the reception with a friendly smile, and collected his suite key and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor button he waited tapping his foot on the floor. Reaching his suite he quickly headed into the bathroom. He was already tired with the jet lag and the work pressure and couldn't wait to tak
The midday sun streamed through the cafe window, casting a warm glow on the table where Shanaya and Amaira sat, their lunch forgotten as a serious conversation unfolded. Shanaya, her brow furrowed with concern, leaned forward, her gaze fixed on her friend. Amaira, her face pale and drawn, fidgeted with her straw, avoiding Shanaya's gaze. "No," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper, "I don't want Mom to be involved in this. I'll handle it on my own." Shanaya could see the tension in Amaira's shoulders, the way her fingers gripped the table, a clear sign of the turmoil within."But Amaira," Shanaya protested, her voice laced with worry, "this isn't something you can handle alone. It's been happening for months now, and it's getting worse. You can't just ignore it." She paused, trying to find the right words, the right tone. "If you don't want to talk to your Mom, that's fine, but we have to inform the police. This is serious, Amaira, we can't just let it go."Shanaya watched as






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