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He looked to have gotten over whatever argument they had before I arrived. “Good morning, Nova,” Amaya began, her low, husky voice dripping with disdain. She scrunched her nose, like the place was smelling, reeking of me, perhaps? “I trust you've considered our proposal.” She slid a sleek, black folder across the table, the Elite logo emblazoned on it in silver.

/“Please yourself, Umiko. You have all the right in the world to do that.” Could I really do it? Surely he will smell my arousal and know what I have done. /“But he won’t know that he was the one you thought about,”/ she says, huffing. /“I don’t know… I wouldn’t even know what to do in the first place,”/ I say, my cheeks blazing with embarrassment. Ahmya tuts. /“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs without your undergarments; I’ll explain everything to you,”/ she says. I nod and do as she instructs me, besides what could go wrong?

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Abeer and Khushi enjoyed a lot eating their dinner in the moonlight in each other's company. Khushi made a quick note in her mind that from the next time whenever there would be a power cut in her apartment instead of hiding herself under her blanket in her bedroom, She would come out here in the balcony, lit up the candles and enjoy this beautiful view in the moonlight that will help her to fight with her fear and relaxing her mind and body too.

The memories made with Daffa are so beautiful, help Aiys forget the traces that were painted. "Aiys, help me," sister Amel's voice broke Aiys's reverie. Amel, the only sister Aiys has is currently studying in college. "Yes sis," said Aiys. "Why long answer? Move it these books into the cupboard!" Aiys saw a pile of books that rippled the river, starting from Bobo magazines, magazines down and down from little Amel. "Everything is neatly arranged, don't mess it up," said Amel with a tucked hips.

Arham said, staring at the lazy waves. "Because you are like this...don't like to show anything, " Ayat said, making him look at her. "I was good at hiding until I met you, you can tell what is running inside my brain, one of the things which attracted me toward you, " Arham said, facing her. ayat blushed when he held both hands. "first time watching a girl blushing by merely holding hands, " Arham chuckled at her blushing deep red. "joining hands doesn't matter...the thing which matters is, you are holding my hand, " Ayat said, intertwining their fingers. Arham gulped a little, moved close to her and joined their foreheads.

" It was something that doesn't usually happen to others. Amy picked up another artefact and tried to concentrate on its energy. A new place. She was in hell. Hot burning lavas and crimson flames surrounding her. She was sitting on what seemed like a throne made out of the bedrocks of this place. She was scared as hell. But one thing was for sure. She didn't feel the heat from the magma, she was unharmed. The ball of energy appeared in front of her and then she opened her eyes. She read the description.

" Shaurya looked at her and smiled. ◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽▪️▪️◽◽◽ Hello lovely people, here I am once again with a new story. This is the story of Shaurya Singh ,a young handsome man. I will not say more.....To know more you have to join me in his journey. I hope you guys will shower your love on this story as you did on my previous book "Untainted soul that suffered. " So are you guys ready?

Ammy suddenly said, taking Ojaswi’s hand on hers gently. Ojaswi was having a gloomy heartfelt little bit good with the warm care of Ammy. She had never thought that the barren place which she had come in would have soothing rain of motherly love. She was considering that she was lucky in some part to have such a loving and caring mother in law.

A message in a vulgar color, left for anyone to see. A cold dread, entirely different from the heartbreak of the hotel, began to creep up my spine. This was a violation of a different kind. I left my suitcase in the hallway and went to find Ama, my steps quick and quiet. The kitchen light was on. As I approached, I heard the faint sizzle of something in a pan and a woman’s voice, humming tunelessly. I stopped in the doorway.