Novel & Cerita Jafar X Jasmine

We don't say much after that but follow her to the living room and notice that she is pacing back and forth in the living room. "Jasmine, why are you looking so scared?" Dadabhai asks making Jasmine di stops in her movement. "I am scared because I don't anyone of you to hate me Subho." Jasmine di replies. "Why will we hate you di? It's impossible to hate a loving person like you." I tell her with an assuring tone but she shakes her head. "After knowing what I have done you will definitely hate me." She says with a broken voice. "Is it related to Anhuphama's first child, Mrs. Ganguly?" Suddenly Alessandro asks making me look at him like he has grown two heads.

Samuel replied as he mischievously grinned, “You can be one scary son-of-a-bitch. I’ll give you that.” “I had to learn how to control myself,” Jasper continued. “Your people weren’t any help.” “I’ll be back,” Marcus said over his shoulder as he strode toward the door. “I want Freya to meet this character.” “Freya the original?” Samuel said with urgency. Jasper nodded as he said, “That’s right.” “Does she know you did work to adjust us?” he asked.

, he gruffed. Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Because you're such a savant of schools across the globe", she quipped, "Just because your name is 'Fateh' doesn't mean you're a winner or a conqueror, let's not go poking holes in people's lives, you won't like what dirt I found in yours", she warned cruelly. And that was enough, what sparked after that was a cacophony of indignant retaliation and Jasmine arguing her case, defending it righteously, getting angrier after every passing second.

"I'm sorry if I took it a little too far with the whole kidnapping activity, I'm just trying- "I know Tommy, you're trying to prepare me for the worst, I get," she said folding her arms as Tommy stood up, "No, I don't think you get it, Jasmine, I'm a mafia, a very powerful mafia and there is a lot of people who are trying to kill me," he said as Jasmine quietly listened.

What I am looking at now is the exact opposite. My plants have been abandoned, and that is surprising because I have a gardener on payroll. But I wish it was only the dying jasmine that was making my chest tighten. I wish it was how my favourite plant, the Heliconia, had dropped its head into the soil that was making me uneasy, but it wasn't just that. Ingrid's last conversation. The betrothal, the contract, the entirety of it all, made bile curl down my belly.

**Jasmine's POV*** I woke up to a sharp pain on my joint, my head spinned from suffocation. When my eyes flew open Justin stood across from me, we were in a different place now. What was going on? “Justin–” I made to stand up but my hands were tied to my back. “Hey, sweetheart. You're awake already?” I grunted. “Easy there, pookie, I need you fresh for the buyers tonight.” He walked towards where I lay and crouched down.

I caught the flicker in Narra’s eyes, the flash of betrayal she tried to hide, and that's exactly how I felt when she kept turning me down, but had the nerve to flirt with my guest. She set the glasses on the table. “Anything else?” I looked at her. “No. Go back upstairs and prepare our bed.” Narra nodded as I turned to Amari next to me. “Pretend she isn’t here,” I whispered to her, loud enough for Narra to hear as she placed the plates of food on the counter. “I don’t care who’s here,” she added, eyes locked on me. “You’re mine, Rafael.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Narra turn and leave. No words. No tears. Just silence.

“Javier. Always looking like someone ready to sign a peace treaty while planning a war in the back room.” “I’m flattered you think I’m capable of multitasking,” Javier said casually. Rhea had already pushed forward, abandoning her suitcase in the hallway without remorse. “Move,” she told Hazel and Poppy. “My turn. Jasmine first.” She walked toward me without slowing down, her coat swishing, and pulled me into a hug that smelled like expensive perfume and a bit of vodka no one should legally mention at this hour. “Hi, witch,” she whispered near my ear. “You’re alive. Thank God. I didn’t fly this far to attend a funeral.”

“For the way I spoke yesterday.” Jaden exhaled. “I was wrong too.” They stood side by side. “The man’s name,” Jasmine said suddenly. Jaden turned quickly. “Christopher,” Jasmine said softly. “He is my fiancé.” Jaden stiffened. “And that woman?” “Valentina,” Jasmine continued. “My stepsister.” Silence enveloped them. “They had an affair,” Jasmine added without emotion. “Behind my back.” Jaden clenched his fists. “And your father?”