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I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

Hi lovely readers, This is me, Ajmiri Ali Nila the author of this book. Hope you enjoyed reading this book. For the simple mistakes, I am asking for your forgiveness as English is not my first language. I would like to hear from you so please don't forget to comment. Also, you can follow me on Good novel and also in In******m. my I***a id is ajmiri.ali Please check my other books in Goodnovel too. My new book His awaited mate will get regular updates from Feb.

" she finished, stood up from the chair. Without blinking an eye, NISHMA NEIL KHANNA left the conference room and returned to her cabin. Devil - - Daitya - - Asura . . . Nishma was aware of all those names that were called behind her back but she didn't care about it. All she needed was to make sure she wouldn't make her father - 'Neil Khanna' and Uncle- 'Arjun Kashyap' down. "Madam! Here, the recent report about the market", Her assistant came with another assistant and placed the papers on the table.

Mahira said, "Aunt Nurul is kind, Mahira likes to play with her." Nurul gave Mahira many gifts, clothes, dolls, comic books, and many more. Mahira became close to her, Nurul's kindness could buy the heart of an innocent little girl like Mahira, it seemed that Nurul was a good girl. It occurred to Azmia, if God did not allow her to breathe oxygen a little longer in this world, Nurul was the right girl to be Bram's companion. She loved and cared for Mahira very much, of course she would love Mahira's little sister, the baby in her stomach.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

David chuckled and went out of the room. Wunmi sat in her hotel room, reading one of the novels she got from a book store nearby. She took her phone and replied some messages on her chats and dropped the phone. She was still reading when she heard a noise from a part of the hotel, like a man was shouting at someone to open a door. She shrugged and faced her book. Not long, She heard a bang at the window. A little afraid, she stood up and carried a flower vase and stood beside the window. The window opened and a man jumped inside the room putting on only boxers.

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

She said to herself while gazing at him. With a soft sigh, Ameera turned her attention to a novel she had brought along for the journey. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the story in her hands. As Ameera gazed at the novel in her hands, written by Prerna Kanade, a smile curled on her lips. She traced her fingers over the embossed title, feeling a sense of anticipation for the story that lay within its pages.

(Follow content may be disturbing for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Rape, depression and abuse warning.) Naila's POV, I stood outside the gate of Ahuja mansion. It wasn't as big as Alam mansion but still quite huge. My hands were shaking as I pressed the bell. A security guard opened the gate. "Yes?" "Is Mr Ahuja home. I'm here to see him." I said. He observed me from head to toe. "Sorry madam, Sir doesn't like to meet anyone. I'll have to ask you to leave." He said.