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His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. “Sit,” he said, his voice no longer soft. No longer sweet. I looked around. The café wasn’t crowded, but there were still people within earshot. “Let me go,” I said sharply. “This is a public place. I will scream.” His eyes darkened. “Sit down, Sansa. Or I’ll make you regret it. You know I can.” My breath hitched. “What?” “I have pictures,” he said, his voice silky again, as if he were sharing a delicious secret. “And videos. Very intimate ones.”

attitude are clearly enjoying my downfall. Then, Santino steps in behind her. The air in the room changes the moment he enters. It becomes charged, electric, and thick with a tension that makes my skin tingle. He is dressed in a simple white T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. The thin fabric of the shirt hugs his muscular biceps and chest. The jeans hang low on his waist, held up by a leather belt. He looks more like a dangerous street fighter than a billionaire, and it is terrifyingly attractive.

his homely look is way better if she's asked. His brother, Nathaniel Stark.was almost as handsome as him, but in a bad boy way, the pictures Sandy saw were of him in biker jackets and sitting on bikes. tattoos blasted on his body. he has Golden hair brushed to the front, and his green eyes are the same as his brother's. With a sinewy body and a more relaxed and carefree demeanor.his pictures with his dead fiance were his most smiling pictures. They both look happy. Even Sandy who doesn't know them could tell they loved each other.

Seeing Sanam coming out of the changing room, he quickly ran to her. "Yes, Aashir is right. Let's take him also and by the way my heart doesn't approve of leaving Aashir alone." Asfand, who after being done with his preparation, analyzing himself for one last time in the mirror, on Sanam's voice turned his neck to her. But he becomes a statue at his place as his eyes saw Sanam who was wearing a black net saari (Indian women attire) and her figure was glowing and alluring to him.

I leaned forward and visualized him as Serra. His hair grow messily long, his square face elongated to oval, his turned-up nose narrowed and formed a barely perfect straight bridge, his chapped purpled lips smoothen and turned reddish heart-shaped and his scattered brows converged forming a thick and angled pair of brows that framed glaring cold eyes.

It was clear that he took care of his body, his arms and legs were toned, and his abs were visible even from a distance. When he started to take off his pants, I quickly averted my gaze, focusing on other things in the room. I asked him if he had read every book in the room, and he affirmed it, to my amazement. For the first time, I noticed in clearer detail the photograph on his desk. It was a photo of two boys, one that unmistakably looked like Savio and the other that suspiciously looked like Atlas, but he was smiling and they looked closer and friendly with each other. I couldn't believe it. The wicked, ruthless, and unforgiving alpha was the same one in the picture?

Rajesh Kumar then took out his phone and opened the gallery and showed Praveen's viral image. Narendra looked at it intently. His two eyes widened. The young man did look handsome even in simple clothes. His jaws are firm and has skin clear. Not like average young man. He has sharp nose and neat eyebrows. Along the jawline and above the lip, there is fine unshaven hair. It adds a manly impression. It seems to have the bloodline of Aria. But what a shame, in that image he was serving customers. It seemed that he also did not realize he was being photographed. "He's a food seller?" asked Narendra in disbelief.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

His attention was distracted when he saw Saaransh looking like a greek god in his blue suit with a blue shirt, black hair styled up and clean-shaven face making his sharp jawline more visible, patting Vansh's shoulder and saying" You are good with your words." Smiling at his words, Vansh replied: "You know the principle of my life, no messing with my people." Humming in response, Saaransh turned his attention to Shanaya and spoke in a lost way" By the way, it was not your cousin's fault."

Sighing heavily, he continued drawing not wanting to divert his attention. Her cute egg-shaped eyes roamed around disturbing him to another level. Sanskar lifted his eyes from his drawing board and drifted it towards the side where the girl was standing. She was lost in the painting. Her priceless expression makes him giggle. She is indeed a cute bubbly girl and he is attracted for sure.