Novel & Cerita Mirai Mha

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

She had a soft face, bright brown eyes, and wore a light-blue uniform with the mansion’s crest stitched near the collar. “Good morning, Miss Anna,” she said with a gentle smile. “Mr. Hae-Jae told me to help you settle in. My name’s Mira. I’ll be your personal assistant while you recover.” I blinked. “Personal assistant?” She nodded, stepping closer. “He hired a full team to take care of everything you might need. Cook, doctor, stylist, even a trainer—if you’re interested. He said, and I quote, ‘make sure she never feels helpless again.’”

‍ MI‍RIAM arri⁠ves, hav​i‍ng​ rushed over when she got‍ the news. MIRI‌A‌M: (entering with flowers) “You had a ba⁠by‌! Wh⁠il​e Ayana is i‍n chem⁠o! Sar⁠ah, you’r‌e in​sane, and I lov‌e you​.‍” SARAH:‍ (e​xhausted but smiling) “⁠Meet Ama⁠r‍a⁠. Y⁠our god‍daugh⁠ter, if you’ll acc‌ept.”

just MAHIRA. Tazz couldn’t sleep entire night, he reached office early the next day , even before the cleaners reported, he was restless, he dialled a number “did you get the info I asked for, send it to me right now,” he literally growled , he received a mail notification immediately and took a printout. He slapped the page on desk almost immediately as it was half empty with not much info except... Name: Mahira Saha Address: Satellite tower, South beach complex Status: Married

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."

Miram straightened her back and stood up right. "The answer to that is very simple." She walked up to Mia, lowered herself to her height and pressed her mouth close to Mia's ear, "I want you to suffer." Mia's heart sank, "I suggest you make it quick because you never know what will happen in the next few seconds." Miram moved away from her and smiled, "oh I know." Mia looked up at her, "you'll be chained and I'll make you beg and wish that I take your life." A satisfied look adorned her face as she stared into space, "you see Mia, that's the thrill of it."

# Chapter 82: The Eastern Proposal Princess Mira of Brightwater possessed the kind of sharp intelligence that made every word feel deliberately chosen for maximum impact, her auburn hair arranged in practical style that suggested someone more comfortable with action than ceremony. She moved with confident grace that spoke of combat training alongside diplomatic education, while her pale green eyes missed nothing about the private study's security arrangements or the subtle magical monitoring that ensured meeting safety. "Your Majesty," she said with bow that was respectfully appropriate while maintaining dignity that indicated her own royal authority wasn't diminished by diplomatic courtesy,

The urge was so strong, it was almost a compulsion. “Don’t worry, I can take care of things for you. Just sit back and relax.” Miah drove with her usual abandon through the streets. Most of the policemen knew her car and would do no more than grin at her when she broke all the laws. At her very young age, she became the pack’s healer. An exceptional healer. It was her gift to the world. It has made friends for her everywhere. Not that her twin sister cares. Mirabella always thought that she was nothing but weird.

Within a few minutes, my lights came flickering on and at that moment, my phone rang. I rushed over to pick it up and saw it was an unknown number. “Harper Holmes?” a female said on the other end “Yes, it is me,” I replied nervously, wondering who would be calling me and for what purpose. “I am calling to inform you that you have been offered the maid job at Dominic Hall’s place. How soon can you come?” she asked. I was too stunned to speak. I froze on the other end, not sure of what to say. I thought it was all a dream.

I needed her. Without thinking, I reached for the small pouch hidden inside my dress, the one with the ties Mira gave me a few months ago, a simple clay stone which has “MA” inscribed on it, abbreviated with her name. She said it was connected to her energy, a way for her to know if I ever truly needed her. I pulled it out quickly, how could I have forgotten something as this, my fingers trembling as I pressed it against my heart. Please feel me, Mira. Please…