Novel & Cerita Lavanya Rudra

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

She sniffed and Vansh looked at her. "This baby? Lavi, you are talking about my niece, and i won't tolerate a word about it." He told seriously and Ruchika agreed. Lavanya glared at both of them, before looking at Girish who glared the two siblings. "SORRY." Lavanya smiled contently at their apology. "Lavi, if not this, you want to have anything else?" Revti asked and lavanya nodded her head. "Strawberry."

Layla told me about their date even she did pull that stunt so that Rithvik rejects her. After Avishikta’s Annaprasan Rithvik confessed his feelings for his Layla. Layla clearly said no but he kept tried to win her heart. He would pick up Lily from school, help her doing her homework. Buy her gifts, chocolates and Layla had to go on a date with Rithvik eventually seeing her daughter’s puppy eyes and happy face.

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.