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Siya was thinking what to wear with their saree. Her baby was ready in a beautiful Kerala Cotton saree for kids. All the ladies have decided to wear Kerala Cotton saree and men had to wear Dhoti and panjabi. Siya looked at her husband was waiting for them patiently.As planned Abhimanyu opened his first hotel chain in Kerala. And choosing southern India was due to its scenic beauty and his Choti Dadi Devika's connection with the place.Devika was originally from Kerala by birth. She can still speak her mother tongue that's why he chose Kerala to open his business. The hotel he made looked magnificent. All the celebrities and political figures will be present. But no media was allowed till 3 days. The picture which will be posted will be given by Singh Raizadas.The reason was Abhay's concern for safety of siya. If Akhilesh is right then Siya is in danger.No matter how powerful you are, never underestimate your enemies.'How about Mumma twins with you?' She said to herself and pulled

'I need a gangstaTo love me better.'- Mrs. Mafia.************'YOU BLOODY AS*HOLE.' Abhimanyu roared in anger. All he could see is red and his woman in torn saree. She was crying under a abuser. He pulled the man by his hair who was hovering his wife.And started beating him. He was thrashing him like a rag.'You f**ker, you dare to you touch her.' He pushed his head on the mirror scattering into pieces. The man shrieked in pain.'Abhimanyu leave him and see your wife.' The old lady yelled covering Siya with her Saree.But like a raging bull he was hitting the man until he hold his legs.'Abhimanyu!' The lady yelled again. But Abhimanyu didn't buzz. He kept kicking him on his stomach.'Leave him Abhimanyu. He is bleeding.' She again yelled but Abhimanyu wasn't ready to leave him. She shouted again but this time she saw her younger son whom she called being forced.'Sh*t.' The guy cursed before pulling Abhimanyu away otherwise he would have killed him. But Abhimanyu came out of his

ভালোবাসার শাস্তি নিয়ে বেঁচে থাকা কি যায়?"Is it possible to live with the punishment of love?" (Some spicy romace is on the way.) ENJOY!!****************Story will be both in past and present and I will always mention that.Present(In Singh Raizada mansion)‘Ahh! Don’t bite me Avu.’ Siya winced as her baby hungrily attacked her boobs.Gosh the child was hungry and missed her mother.She went out for buying few things for her bakery classes with Mrinal.‘Just like her father sucking it.’ She said mumbling to herself. Little Avishikta had a habit to drink milk for few minutes ever after she closes her eyes.‘I heard that.’ Abhimanyu said who was in a phone call few minutes ago and came inside hearing her words.‘Umm it was meant for you to heard.’ She said making a face.‘Did she sleep?’ He asked as she made her burp.‘She was really very hungry today that she drank your pumped milk in one go.’ Abhimanyu took her in his arms and softly rocked her. While Siya fixed her clothes, Abh

As the newspaper hit the breakfast table, Smriti’s eyes fell on the front page, where an unsettling photograph stared back at her. It was a close-up of a couple with a kid and an elderly woman smiling together in front of camera along a lot of people with happy faces. But her eyes stuck at someone’s face, her features and eyes. Her coffee cup trembled in her hands as she glanced at the photo again, the haunting image of those eyes unsettling her to the core. It was the same eyes like hers. She tried to shake it off, but the face seemed to follow her. Smriti could almost hear the distant echo of a scream, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of her past. .HER EYES ARE JUST LIKE HERS.She screamed all of the sudden catching everyone’s attention. The maids came running and found Smriti in a panicked condition.‘Call the doctor and also our Malik.’ The head maid cum Smriti’s all time attendant shouted. The females together took Smriti in her room.‘What happened to her doctor? She

Devraj stormed into the dimly lit room, his fury palpable as the door slammed behind him. Smriti sat at the far end, her face pale but composed, knowing what was coming."You," he spat, eyes narrowing as he approached her. "You lied to me, Smriti."Smriti met his gaze, her jaw clenched. "Devraj, I—""Don’t you dare!" he barked, slamming his fist on the table between them. "You told me that child was dead! For all these years, you made me believe you killed her in that fire. You said it was over, but now I find out Siara’s daughter is alive?"Smriti took a deep breath, steadying herself as the storm brewed in Devraj's eyes. "Yes, she's alive," she said, her voice steady despite the danger she was in. "And I saved her."Devraj froze, blinking in disbelief. "What did you just say?"Smriti stood up, meeting him eye to eye, no longer the scared woman he could intimidate. "I saved her, Devraj. That little girl—Siara’s daughter—she’s my blood too. My sister’s child."Devraj’s face twisted wi