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Now I was looking forward to meeting Aditi. I saw some foreign tourists at the airport showrooms, looking at sarees and other traditional Indian garments. They appeared to be fascinated by bright traditional Indian colours and beautiful designs. There was also a small gift shop, from where I bought a rose and a novel, ‘That’s the way we met’, by Sudeep Nagarkar, for Aditi.

Clearing his throat, Omar said. This sentence of is made her sulked more. She never imagined her husband to be this unromantic. He is only handsome by face, not by heart. She thought, as she picked up her lehenga till her ankle, and left the room. Right way to go Omar! Once again, he scolded himself when saw her expression She wasn't good at hiding her thoughts, her words could be read through her eyes. ••• Hana wore a baby blue Chikankari kurti with plazo, washing the make up off from her face, she pat it dry when her eyes fall on her reflection in the mirror.

"God!! How could you be such a fool to get trapped D. You always say you are the smartest tool in the kit. What happened to all the smartness" Siddhu taunted Drishti bristled at the insult "I'm still smart Siddhu. If you haven't noticed ,let me refresh it for you. I scared off the jerk of an ex groom and got myself tied to the son of one of richest families in India. And imagine the amount of money that would come into my hands through this marriage" Drishti said smugly

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Arash asked Zaya in return. "Do you know about the author of this novel?" Zaya asked again. "Oh ...!" Arash clapped his hands and walked back towards the table where Zaya was sitting, smiling proudly at her. "That's a romance novelist from Indonesia, as far as I remember ... each of her novels always uses a different flower photo, right?" Arash asked again.

novels,''I said bluntly without realising what I said. ''Ohh romantic nice choice..even I like to read something romantic..which author?''he asked standing up.His bare torso was giving my heart a tough time to pump. "Jane Austin''I told him my favorite writer's name.Actually the only name I remembered at the moment. "Good choice feminist ha.."he rummaged through book shelves . While he was searching for the book I lost myself in the song..but at the same time I was curious to know that he too like veteran Hindi songs.

And India just couldn't seem to resist him; he was the only one she could see having a house full of babies with, and he is the best lover ever. India moved her hands up his body, and when she reached his firm chest. She snaked up his body, kissing him as she looked into his eyes, her hands roamed downward. "Baby, are you covering my gold mine?" India asked just above a whisper. "Take them off and find out," Denver said seductively. "I can't get enough of you, Denver." They made love until they both fell asleep. Waking up a few hours late,r Denver got out of bed. India says, "Where are you, ou Den?"

Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely. I was twenty-seven when I married Ravi. He was everything my parents had wanted — tall, soft-spoken, working in an IT company with a foreign assignment history. Our horoscopes matched, and our families exchanged sweets and garlands like people passing on fragile dreams. I wasn’t in love with him when we married, but I believed I would grow into it. That’s what Indian women are told, aren’t we? "Love happens after marriage, son.," they said. Love comes later — after the sindoor, the rituals, and the sacrifices.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

*l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* We are moving towards the end of the story. What next story would you like to read? Forced marriage or pregnancy or divorce. I have three plots in my mind right now. Also, thank you for reading this book. I really appreciate all of you.