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The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them. THE MATE BOND! I felt the bond, I felt it too..but this ? This didn't make any sense, rhis couldn't be right. "You're beautiful, Ara," Kael said again, still running his fingers through my hair, he was smiling at me with Nathan's face and it was the softest, most genuine smile I'd ever seen on those features. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood. My eyes were burning and I knew they had to be turning

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The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

It was as if he demanded something from me, but I didn’t know what. A feeling I couldn’t shake off consumed me. Except, I couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Moya luna. Russian. The voice was speaking Russian. Could it have been Adrian? Except, he hadn’t called me that since that night in the gazebo. It was always pipsqueak and I had outgrown that nickname. The intense stranger watched me, his thick brows drawing over his eyes and something about him kept dragging me into his savage darkness. His dark eyes reminded me of the harshness of Russian winters - merciless and bone chillingly cold.

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

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He held onto the stem of his umbrella however hard the wind sought to wrench it from him. "What are you doing here?" He questioned, pulling me under the shade of his umbrella. My drenched body pressed against him, separated merely by his hand which held the stem of the umbrella. My body shivered and trembled. I was getting rather cold from being soaked under the rain. I followed closely behind him, walked into his well lit and polished room. As we walked by his desk, I caught a glimpse of a pamphlet where its heading read: "A Dom seeks a pet, if you qualify, apply in person."

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It hurts but I don’t say anything. I look downwards towards my hands. I cannot bear to look in his dark soulless eyes anymore. He takes my hand in his softly and looks at the crescents that were by my nails on my palm. They are red and look ugly. It seems like blood will ooze out of them soon. He kisses the inside of my palm lightly. His soft kiss scares me even more.

I flipped the pages and read more of that. Maasoomiyat pe unki Main Badmast tha Lekin gussa unka Mera dil le gaya. ( I was always lost in Her innocence But her anger took My heart away) **** Ab to yun lage ke Tu mere lazimi hissa hai Tere bagair mein adhura hu Adhura mera qissa hai. (If felt like You are a piece of mine, I am incomplete without you My story is incomplete without you) ****