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The kind that left your pulse a little quicker, your thoughts a little louder, and the weight of what’s coming settling in just behind your ribs. I closed the laptop gently and let out a slow breath. Rufio gave a soft huff and curled tighter into his spot under the window, clearly content to let the humans handle the heavy lifting for now. Amaya stood beside the dining table, flipping through a manila folder filled with protest materials—our maps, the final schedule, her notes on talking points, media contacts, and quotes from local supporters we’d collected. She didn’t look nervous, not exactly. She looked focused, like a storm gathering itself with quiet purpose.

✿ CHAPTER 15 ✿ AMELIA'S POV When we arrived back at the house. "You did what?!!!" I explained to Sofiya everything about how I met Leonard and how we ended up having a one night stand. but her reaction was crazy. "I don't know who he is" I fiddled with my fingers. "You don't even-" she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Did you take contraceptive pills?" "Yes, yes I did." "I really don't know what to say to you amelia, I hope you don't ever cross paths with that man ever again"\

Amanda chuckled, she was forced to follow her husband's wishes, but the man's request made Amanda have no intention of continuing any pictures, she chose to move to pick up a thick book that she had not finished reading. The position of the iPad did not shift or move away from its place, it remained there, and Amanda positioned herself so that Oriaga could see his wife's activities. "What book are you going to read, huh?" Oriaga asked. "I hope you're not reading a book called 'Being the Most Woman—" "A Japanese novel." Amanda pointed to the book. "You can see the title and the author's name, right?" "Hm. Yes, please stop reading a book called 'Being the Happiest Woman', don't read it."

She lost her sanity to realise she was stark naked. She lost the sanity to realise she was moving against his fingers instead of stopping him. She lost the sanity to realise she was pushing him deeper into her pussy. “Am—” she choked before she let out a cry, feeling like her soul left her body and came. By the time she came down from her first orgasm, Asmaira turned into a sobbing mess. Racking his lustrous gaze over his wrecked art lying on the bed, Amaan removed his pants and boxers. His shaft, already at its prime, twitched, looking at the sobbing mess, clueless about what had just happened to her.

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But I hold it. Tighter. Harder. The sky snaps back into place. Not clean. Not perfect. But enough. The clearing returns. The ground steadies. The air fills properly again. I drop to one knee before I can stop myself. My hands press into the earth, grounding, anchoring, holding onto something that still makes sense. My breath comes uneven. Too fast. Too sharp. Amy stays close. Not pushing. Not pulling. Steady. “You see now,” she says quietly.

I gave her a glass of water and asked about the situation. Next what she told me was completely out of my expectations. ** What is the matter that Purvi wanted to share with Amayra but not Mayra? Why she was crying? and what was that which was completely out of Amayra's Expectations? Please reply with your answers in the comments and if you like the book then please like and share THANK YOU **

I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

It was hard to admit, but I managed it. “Nowhere special.” My – our – room never seemed as cosy these days. He patted my knee and I was glad I was wearing jeans. “Problems?” Now I did meet his knowing gaze. “Nothing I can’t handle,” I said, looking pointedly at his hand which was now resting higher up my thigh. “Have it your way.” He sounded offended. This was one dangerous Lycan and I must never lose sight of that fact. * Amy’s POV I had nothing rehearsed, unlike my rival who kept squinting at some notes in her lap. It was a surprise to me she could write.

She panicked and scratched her head with a cunning smile deep in heart. " Maybe you are traumatized. Don't worry, take rest. We will speak at night." They left silently. She felt a little sad to fool those innocent villagers. Dhruv and Jatin seriously went through that book. "So Amu is the reincarnation of immortal Deeksha. Then.. Then the curse??" "If my instincts are not wrong then, Its him. Crowned prince of Amai, Yuvan." "He??" "Yes. He r destiny and her fated calamity."