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Vera’s body has met a consequence I will not mock and will not carry as my trophy. The fog has less capacity. The law has more teeth in the correct direction. And I—against every old prophecy of ruin— am carrying a life inside a life, with a man who asks, with parents who do not own, with friends who map medical appointments beside exam blocks, with work that still has my name on it in clean metadata. Chapter one hundred fourteen will close a book. This chapter turns the page with both hands. Still not over. Still happy in the serious sense. Still exact,

Hello my dear readers, A few heads up before you all start this story. None of the excerpt of this story has been taken from anyone's life or had any intention of hurting anyone if any part of this story seems similar to one's life. (I doubt it would though, but just to be on the safe side guys) This book contains mild(or maybe not so mild) curse words and swearing. If you feel in any way violated or uncomfortable because of them you are welcome to stop reading right away. (But there shall be no mature content if that is what you are worried about)

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦ The next morning My entire life seems to be an ongoing series of bad decisions, written by some sadistic design; One epic fuck up after the next without any planned season finales. It’s remarkable really...because unlike most naturally unfortunate people who have every right to bitch and moan over their situations, I don’t have an excuse for the trouble I find myself in.

"CLEAR A PATH NOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE THIS CHILD DIE!!!" Fuck my life. So much for keeping things quiet.

“Life is not full of roses With the rose there comes thorns Life is not full of happiness With the happiness there comes sorrow Life is not what you see There is always face hidden behind the mask” Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine

I want to rip out my hair and scream at the unfairness of it all. What was ever the point of this life?

Wearing a black cap, a black handkerchief around her cheeks, and black sunglasses that hid the deepest scar in her eyes, she can cause panic to anyone who'd find her. “Shanta... I am sure, it was you!” He cries in despair. “It's you that I saw. I’m not… crazy.” He pulls his hair and batters his head like it was a drum. “What they are saying is impossible. You're alive!” He screams dejectedly. Shanta's ears ring. His lamentations were enough for her to hear.

Swara said as a tear came out of her eyes. Life is always a blend of twists and turns, and our job is to straighten them out. Yes, it may seem hard sometimes. When it gets tough, never give up. Keep finding your purpose in life, and never. Because someday, a clue will come to you. Life is not easy for Swara. In fact, it never was easy for her. She lost her dignity, her virginity to a man who didn't love her. In fact, he has odd ideas about her, Some kinky ideas. The worst pain for her was that she was broken but had to hide her tears.

"Swear that you'll never interfere with me or my family again. Swear you won't hurt anyone I care about, and that you'll never come near me for the rest of your life." The air in the room turned to lead. It wasn't until Cassian's vision started to blur that he finally closed his eyes and nodded with everything he had left. Two tears tracked down his face. He held one of her hands and slowly raised his other, his voice shaking violently. "I swear on my life... that I will never interfere with you or your family again. I will never harm anyone close to you." He stopped for a second, his eyes searching hers, hoping she'd tell him that was enough. But she just stared back and spat out two words,

“You think that everything should fall into place just because you were promised it. You grew up to believe that there is a specific order of things, and you are required to follow it. Your world shakes beneath your feet the second that things shift for you, the second they don’t go the way that you want them to.” Her jaw clenched. “Watch your mouth… the person standing in front of you is not a slave or another consort.” “There’s something you’re about to learn, whether or not you are going to want to learn or keep it mind, I will suggest that you understand what I have to say, and you keep my words swirling in your brain. Because they are going to benefit you.” I continued, unbothered. “The