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If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

THE END Book started on 2021-05-05 Book ended on 2021-08-03 55 Chapters with 114k+ words. MARRIED SINGLES JOURNEY OFFICIALLY ENDED HERE Where did you find this book ? *One word for Married Singles. *Your favourite character from the book apart from leads ? *Few words for Prish ( Krish and his babes) *FAVORITE SCENE ? *MS ASKING YOU : Will YOU FORGET ME? Finally me your author : Thank you so much for showering your immense love on MS. I am little bit emotional now because my baby completed here.

"I suppose no place in London is truly safe, which is why no woman should walk the streets alone, especially in the evening." Her gaze grew distant for a moment. "It is a mistake I will not make again." Then she looked down at her book. "Next question, my lord." Well, he'd tried. Perhaps a more circuitous route was required to win her trust. "What book are you reading?" He nodded at the tome she'd set aside. "Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations." "Truly?" He blinked at her. Most men he knew couldn't finish that book, and he'd never given much thought to whether a woman would read it. Not that he didn't think a woman could manage it, just that it was so bloody boring

let alone actually striking a whole ass conversation. Finally, after contemplating for a long time I decided..that maybe...Just maybe I should introduce myself to this guy sitting on my left. With mustering up all the courage I had, I initiated a conversation with a guy named Manan who was shy too- I mean what are the odds, huh? He was slim and meek and was quite nice to talk to. At first, I thought I had made a new friend in college but who knew that was the start of something the exact opposite in my life, something that was preparing me for the first 6 months or as it is said, the first semester of my college life. Manan was the only one I talked to on my first day and looking around, the

It was her way of remembering why she was here. A bell above the door rang when she walked in. The smell of grease and old coffee hit her. The place was mostly empty. An old man was reading a paper. The waitress looked like she had seen everything bad in the world. Deacon sat in a back booth. He was as far from other people as he could get. He had on a black hoodie instead of his vest. But he still looked dangerous. Like a wild animal waiting to move. "You came," he said when she sat down across from him.

the man unexpectedly said. I looked at him in shock. "You knew my boyfriend?" The man nodded. His voice was tinged with nostalgia as he spoke. "Ben was my only grandson. When he was a child, he loved listening to me tell stories." His gaze was full of warmth as he looked at my belly. "Edith and I had very different personalities. After years of constant argument, we eventually divorced. It was an ugly split. After that, she never allowed Ben to see me again. But I always remembered how adorable my little grandson was.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

"You came." His voice was raw. "Three months since the divorce, and you've already found someone new. Getting married again." He tried to keep the emotion in check, but the accusation bled through. I tightened my hold on Alex's hand, our fingers warm against each other. "I'd say I took my time." I looked at him, my voice even. "At least I didn't get another woman pregnant while I was still married." His face went rigid. I leaned against Alex's shoulder, my tone light. "The man my father chose suits me perfectly."

"And your husband? If he knew Zion's eye came from Teddy, wouldn't he be upset? Emma, I don't want to put you in a difficult position." The familiarity of his voice made my stomach turn. Daniel had always been like this—taking every advantage he could, then acting as if he were pure and innocent, making people scramble to please him. Five years ago, on Teddy's one-month celebration, Daniel—whose birthday it wasn't—posted on social media that he was celebrating alone, just to steal Emma's attention. She left the party, leaving Teddy and me, and spent the whole night with him. I begged her to wait, to at least stay for the cake-cutting with our son, but she, worried about Daniel being lonely,

But with his own hand, he is destroying it. My appointment was made for a week and a half. Fortunately, moreover, because it is before a few days before the wedding of Dinam and Yvana. I must succeed in pulling the worms out of this doctor's nose at all costs. It's my only alternative, otherwise Dinam will end the noose with this innate liar. Her friend would have done the job pretty well, but she preferred to show solidarity with her. And to think that such loyal friends are sought after by people of good character, but they only come across traitors. But a girl as deceitful as Yvana has a friend who defends her, to the point of refusing money for her. I'm not sure she would do the same for