Three Idiots India

“DON’T LET ANOTHER MAN TOUCH YOU UNTIL I RETURN. YOU ARE MINE." 358 days. That’s how long I have to obey my husband’s one rule. That’s how long until the ruthless Supreme Alpha—the man who left me untouched on our wedding night returns to claim what’s his: my body, my soul, my everything. 358 days should’ve been easy. Then his sons came home. Kade, the charming leader. Keziah, the quiet storm. Thorne, the dangerous rebel. Three alpha triplets who look at me like I already belong to them. Three stepsons who make my wolf scream “MATE” every time they get close. Three devils who’ve made a game of breaking me before day zero. Every touch is a test. Every whispered promise is a trap. And with each day I cross off the calendar, the line between loyalty and desire blurs. Day 1: They watched me. Day 30: They touched me. Day 100: I stopped saying no. My husband left me a virgin omega aching for something I’ve never had. His sons are determined to give me everything he didn’t. And with each passing day, I’m less sure I’ll make it to the end without breaking his one rule completely. 358 days to stay faithful. Three alphas determined to make me theirs. The countdown has started. And I’m already falling.

Even though this longing keeps coming to say hello, I still hope to be able to let go of this longing. With you I know, that happy turns out to be as simple as this Aahhh... This warm spring restores me to memories of three years ago. It's been that long but it still sticks in my mind. A sweet girl with a brown hair and hazel eyes haunted my mind. I don't know what magic she did to me cause I can't stop thinking about her. Not to least how long I sat in the Moidef cafe, next to the table on it there were three empty cups that were then filled with coffee in this morning. If she is here, surely she will scold me. I smile considering that. I didn't want to be dissolved in the thoughts, I immediately saw the watch in my hand that had shown a figure of three. Ah... three hours in the spring. Triple hour. I and her. In the spring. Unseen my memory back at the backlash of the past. 15th of December, 2017 ' Let's increase the speed...!' She shouted.

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

He is a ruthless assassin and a general president! She is a wealthy, beautiful lady. Three years ago, she fled from marriage, ran to a five-star hotel looking for a man to break down himself, and was arrested and pregnant on her second wedding day, chased out of the door by her husband's family. Three years ago, he at the hotel didn't know why he was being used as a puppet; when she later rewarded him with a diamond and a quarter ring, she said that it was her marriage ring the following month. He looked up at the diamond ring, He swear! Me must find this woman!

||Book one of the "TWILIGHT OF THE GODS" series|| Fairies are psychopaths, and Pixies are demons, don't dare trust them. Lycunwolves, Vampyres, monsters and myths are very real, don't fuck with them. The Earth Year 3084, is not at its best. Earth is in ruin after the Third World war -The Ascension - and only one continent survived the bloodbath, and are ruled by four Emperors who makes rules to fit their thirst. This story leads three, destiny's protégés. • A Hunter who has barely escaped the claws of death • A Witch who's body inhibits two souls... • A spoiled rich ingenious bratty Sage... All three must fight to survive, they must crawl to escape the darkness, they must fight to find peace, and kill to save life. Following the cords of fate, after the great battle millions of years ago, between the god Ekron: of darkness and chaos, and Vyorn: goddess of Nature, earth falls into darkness, filled with slaughters, torture, war, blood shed and tyranny. Only these three predestined heroes, will brighten up the dark, defeat their foes and free Vyorn.

Everyone is afraid of him, and considered him the most dangerous man. Whatever comes out of his mouth is an undeniable command. So people called him: A heartless man. Because he doesn’t have any compassion. Unfortunately, due to her father’s debt, Camellia Duncan must accept the consequences by choosing one of the three choices given by the most feared man. However, it’s not Camellia, if she give up so easily. Hagen realized; that not everyone worships him like God. “I’m giving you time for three choices.” – Blake Hagen “But I would never choose anything.” – Camellia Duncan

A three year marriage was ended by infertility. When someone else became pregnant, she was forced out of the family without a single cent to her name…

Married three years. Stood up three years. Today was the last time I bothered showing up. Surprise—he bailed again. Still clinging to hope like a total idiot, I called. One last shot. "A-Aurora, I'm busy. Just wait," he muttered. And then her voice cut in. All breathy and smug: "That old woman can't satisfy you, huh? Paolo, be gentle." Click. Right on cue, Marco Medici—loyal, patient, saint-like Marco—sent his 99th proposal. This time, I didn't leave him hanging. [Want to come over for bollito misto?]

After three years of marriage, James Chancer’s high school sweetheart came back to town. The same day, Sarah Sanders found divorce papers on her desk from the man she'd given her heart to for the past three years. Outside the courthouse, James poured his heart out to his first love,"I never even touched her in all these years. It's always been you." That was the final straw for Sarah. Writing off their marriage as a complete waste, she dove back into her career and became more successful than ever. That's when everyone finally realized what James had thrown away - Mrs. Chancer wasn't just a pretty face, but a wealthy powerhouse. A true catch in every sense. Three months later, James called her in the dead of night, his voice thick with regret, "Sarah, I made a huge mistake..." All he heard was her drowsy voice, “Zac, who's calling?" The man beside her ended the call with a smile, pulling her closer for a kiss, "Just another spam call, babe."