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she replies fanatically, clearly trying to get me to turn and leave her office. This is what I get for coming to an information centre for help. My invitation is a mistake, and I've come to clear I up here, with people who directly work for Alpha Asher. At least they say they are. If Asher can handle this woman, then he must be extremely patient. "Look," my eyes draw down to her name tag pinned to her neatly ironed teal shirt, "Miss Bell, but I never applied for invitation, which makes this invalid."

Aaliyah accepted to be one of her parents agents who go about from door to door, delivering food to customers in different locations during her holidays from high school, and also her free periods after school. On one of the occasions Aaliyah went out to a very quiet environment to deliver food to one of their good customers, who lives by a river side, she met a very unique creature that looked like human, but was quite different from the physical structure of human beings. It looked like a woman, but this one has an extremely beautiful face with a very long hair that was touching the ground when she was seated on a high rock, that if a normal woman should sit on that rock, her hair would no

Sometimes I wanted those emotions. “Let’s remember to call me Lila, not Layla. Okay?” I ignored Theodore, and looked at Jamira. “Yes, you highness.” She nodded her head, letting me know she understood. “Did yall get everything?” I asked, looking at the carriage behind them. I walked up to Alsie. “Such a good girl you are! Always taking care of us.” I rubbed her mane. I did not know her age when I got her, but it has been 24 years. She has not aged like me. She looked tired, and in need of a good time like me too.

I don't want to go back there and if he gets to know he will send me back there so I am going to tell him that my home is far away and they sent me out so I came here and I have nowhere else to go. Yes!!! sounds great this is what I will tell him I smiled and clapped my hands grinning happily. ASHER'S POV I drove into my Beach House, climbed the pouch and opened the door to hear play giggle coming from inside the house. I totally forgot about the insane girl Melissa that's her name I guess. I stood by the door looking at her as she clapped and giggled. This lady is sure not okay I mean who claps and giggles alone in a house where she is the only one in.

I felt cringy more than jealous. "Who's this girl?" She asked checking me from top to bottom. 'And... she has no manners.' "Hi! I'm Ayesha Farooqi, Armaan's new assistant manager and his personal CA." I said bringing my hand forward. "Ah.... So you work for him." She said in her total diva attitude ignoring my hand. I frowed at her taking my hand back. Her first impression: she's a total Bitchy Diva.

" he said prior to leaving in and murmured something into her ear. Karish saved me a look before he pardoned himself and vanished in the moving group. A couple of individuals stayed back, lounging around the fire drinking and talking. Arosh was an excellent young lady, with fair skin, a charming face, blue eyes, and long light hair falling on her back, she had a demeanor of honesty and pleasantness like a holy messenger. She set me straight quickly with her inviting grin. She snatched my hand, hauling me away from my considerations as we cleared our path through the backwoods. "What did Karish murmur to you?" I was interested to know. "He advised me to give you the most delightful room, howe

“Amethyst! You finally decided to give up being a pretty face and doing some real news reporting.” Amethyst walked towards the woman and gave her a hug. “Nope, I like being a beauty with brains. But I did bring you your very own.” The woman looked past her to see Akaisha standing there awkwardly. Her hands were clasped together in front of her. She raised an eyebrow. “You mean that little pipsqueak will be working under me?” She touched the baffled woman’s shoulder. “Akaisha isn’t a pipsqueak. She’s tough as nails. Besides, she used to be Mahima’s assistant.” Amethyst motioned for her to step forward.

Two days later, Rodrigo waited as Aisha opened the door of her home in Mumbai and welcomed her guests with her daughter Raisa in her arms. Her friends cooed over the baby, chatting happily as they moved further inside Roy and Aisha’s penthouse. His brother’s friends spotted Rodrigo and froze. Wynter, Keya, and their husbands—everyone eyed Rodrigo warily. They shifted their gazes away from him and continued to speak pleasantly with Aisha. They’d all been friends for years, and their camaraderie was evident.

she said and turned away. “Oh Please, stay here, what else will you do other than this?” she said, annoyed. Maya and Muaza have been friends since their first years. Aisha often brought her along on her blind dates. “Who is it this time? A government servant?” she asked. “I hope so, if not then I will break it off on time,” she said with greed in her eyes. “You are such a gold digger,” she said in disgust. “Well, life goes on like this,” said Aisha, smiling.

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.