Novels by Rammy Shakshi

After around one hourThe mangled car teetered precariously on the edge of the cliff, suspended between life and the abyss below. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gasoline. Inside the battered vehicle, Christi winced, clutching her head, a crimson stain spreading across her palm. She slowly opened her eyes and scanned the area. She was still in the car. "Am I alive?" She asked herself. Her head was very painful. She looked around again and realized that the car didn't fall into the alley but it was stuck somewhere in the middle. She looked back and saw Stuart who fought to stay conscious, a deep gash on his wound oozing blood. The wreckage had crumpled around them, trapping them in a steel cocoon of twisted metal. The gravity of their situation hung in the air, and yet, an unspoken understanding passed between them."We need to get out," Christi rasped, her voice strained.Stuart, his jaw clenched in pain, nodded in agreement. With a groan, she reached for the door hand

Suddenly he heard a gun sound. The driver's head fell on the steering. He realized that he was wrapped there by some people. Usually, he traveled with bodyguards as he knew that many people were waiting for his death. All his bodyguards were sent with his family for their safety and no outsiders knew his travel plan. So he thought it was not a big issue to travel alone. The abrupt gunshot shattered the serene atmosphere, leaving a trail of echoing chaos. Stuart's eyes widened in shock as he instinctively ducked, seeking cover within the confines of his vehicle. The air was thick with tension as uncertainty loomed over the isolated village road. Within moments, the assailants revealed themselves – a group of masked individuals emerging from the shadows. They approached the car with purpose, their faces concealed by dark fabric, leaving only their eyes visible, gleaming with an unsettling determination. Stuart's mind raced, assessing the situation with a calculated calm. His driver

"This must be my last day as a delivery girl. That lady must have reported it to the gym manager, and he might have informed my company already," she thought, anticipating the consequences of the incident. "Why do you always get hurt?" she heard a voice. Lifting her head slightly, she recognized a familiar face. Stuart stood there with a plaster, while Roy had already gone behind both of the girls. He knew that she would be in a bad mood and Stuart had never done anything to pacify her. Stuart, having noticed Christi at the gym earlier, had thought to provide her with a plaster before leaving. "Thank you, sir," she accepted the plaster, their fingers brushing slightly, sending a chill through her body. Her ears turned red, and Stuart found himself momentarily captivated, both lost in a silent exchange. For a moment, Stuart's mind went blank, as if struck by an electric current. Neither of them moved, their eyes locked, until Christi broke the trance, saying, "Thank you, sir." She

"I'm Christi, a delivery girl. I will inquire with my company and get in touch with you, sir," she said, her tone composed despite the minor scratch on her right elbow, a visible reminder of the recent mishap. Observing this through the rearview mirror, Stuart felt a twinge of guilt. He handed her a medical box, genuine regret coloring his voice as he apologized, "I'm sorry; I was the one driving earlier. I should be the one apologizing. Please accept my apology." Roy, surprised by Stuart's humility, thought, "What a miracle. The great CEO Stuart is apologizing to a girl. I hope I'm not dreaming." Christi simply nodded, acknowledging his apology with a gracious "It's okay." In the Gym: Camilla eagerly awaited their arrival, her impatience palpable as she paced by the door. Her best friend, Rose, attempted to soothe her restlessness, "Come on, Camilla. Be patient. They'll be here soon." "I know, but I can't sit still. Roy mentioned they've already left the company. They should be h

"Alright, it's time to depart. Let's go, Camilla," Stuart declared with a sense of authority, the weight of responsibility evident in his demeanor. "Goodbye, Mom and Dad," Camilla bid farewell, her affectionate tug on Stuart's arm betraying a genuine closeness between them. Rake, Stuart's meticulous assistant, awaited them near the sleek, black Lamborghini, opening the door with a courteous bow that spoke of practiced elegance. "Good morning, young master," Rake greeted, his gestures refined and respectful, bowing repeatedly as a mark of deference. Seated in the passenger seat, Stuart directed the driver to commence their journey. The convoy of five Lamborghinis outlined in a display of opulence, their engines roaring to life as they glided toward Gates Entertainment, the sprawling empire that bore the family name. "Stuart, I'll be in the office tomorrow. During that time, you're not allowed to be with any girl, not even your secretary," Camilla embraced his arm, her head resting

The midnight air hung heavy with an eerie stillness as the car nestled near the edge of a mysterious forest. Parked at the roadside, the driver, a middle-aged man named Thomas, delved into diagnosing a glitch beneath the car's hood. His hands, skilled and weathered, worked diligently to uncover the issue. "Thank the heavens I spotted the issue; otherwise, I'd have faced dismissal," he mused to himself, wiping sweat from his brow as he headed to the back seat. "Young master, rectifying this will take time. I've arranged another driver to pick you up," Thomas's voice trembled with apprehension, his loyalty evident despite the daunting surroundings. In the back seat, a man engrossed in his laptop displayed a striking handsomeness, his countenance mirroring the wintry night's chill. Wordless, he cast intense, cold eyes toward Thomas, acknowledging the unspoken urgency. Ignoring the sounds of the night, he returned to his work, a beacon of detached focus. "Stuart," a voice beckoned from

"Your first duty is to clean the young master's room nest and tidily. If you do your work properly, you can get into his good book list and you can earn more in the future. And that bitch who you met earlier wouldn't mess with you if she knows that you are one of the young master's favorites," "Wow, you are too scheming. I should be more careful with you than that witch," Judy forgot what all the bad things happened to her and smiled. "Of course, I'm your worst nightmare," Mary winked at Judy with a proud smile and joined Judy. Judy's smile faded when she realized that it had been a long time since she laughed her heart out. When she was with Henry or Andrea, neither of them was the one who talked most of the time, not talking but ordering her to do something. "Judy, prepare a coffee for me," "Judy, I like the dress you have selected. I want this one," "Judy, I had already had my dinner, why don't you eat yours?" "Judy, eat properly. Don't make me embarrassed or indolent of ot

"By the way, I want to tell you something. Andrea and I have already made your old man sign in some documents and all his properties are ours now. But we are ready to give you some. thousands as we are so generous," he looked at her and noticed the shock on her face."Don't think too much. Are you worried about his health? No worries, you can earn a lot of money when you start working for him. You can still. take care of yourself," he threw some bundles on her and said, this is an advanced payment as he was coughing for a whole day yesterday."What? What did you do to me? grandpa?" She wanted to clutch his neck to the death and marched towards him."Bitch, watch your steps, how dare you want to mess with me?" A harder slap was on her cheeks again. Before she got composed from the attack, he slammed the door behind her and left.She hastily ran to the door and started to knock on it until she got drowsy and fell lifeless on the ground.She had no strength to fight anymore.She wanted t

"Shit, you still have the guts to act like an innocent," she was angrier now."What did you tell me yesterday? You told me that you are in big danger. You told me that you could pay back the loan to the person who lent you the money," she paused for a second and looked into his eyes looking for any kind of affection."You told me that he would give you a chance if you fulfilled what he demanded. You told me that he wanted to meet me as he had seen some potential in my works that he already had a look at," her voice became a whisper. Her head spun when she the lies he made her believe."How many times has he done this to me?" She wondered. He had been using her like a punching bag every time.She couldn't continue anymore."You knew well what he expected from me, didn't you?" She looked away from him."You lied to me. You cheated me," she started to punch his chest angrily."Judy, stop" he caught both of her wrists and pushed her toward the wall."Do you think that I deceived you?" He

His fingers grazed the dried, ominous stain on the bed, perplexity etched across his features. "Are you a virgin?" A sly grin played upon his lips, a sinister dance of amusement. "Mr. Cooper," he summoned his butler. "Greetings, young master," the aged butler bowed. "Identify the woman from last night," he draped a towel around his waist. "She..." Mr. Cooper hesitated, stammering. "She wasn't the one who was arranged for you. When our men went to bring the expected girl from that hotel, they mistakenly took this girl. Please forgive me, young master. I should have been more careful," he confessed cautiously, gauging his young master's reaction. "I need her again today. I want you to send the same girl," he went to take a shower as his body felt sore totally after the wild night. "Where did she go? Would she be able to walk on her own?" He engaged in the warm shower, the memories of the prior night flooding back. He was a real beast in bed as nobody could satisfy his sexual desir

"I'm not the one you are looking for," she tried to free herself from the strong grip of that demon who was pressing her harder under his muscular and wide body on a capacious bed. It looked like her inclusive body was covered with a quilt of thrones. A stream of tears had already commenced being secreted from both of her lacrimal glands in her eyes and turned to flow down at the corner of her eyes as she felt a throbbing pain radiating all over her body, particularly in her abdomen. She wanted to scream at the highest hertz she could, but not even a whisper escaped from her mouth. She wanted to know what was happening at that moment. Where am I? What am I doing in an unknown place? Who is he? What does he want from me? So many thoughts popped out of her mind and questioned herself back. She tried to picture the man in front of her face in her eyes but only darkness was visible in her surroundings. "No, you are the one I'm looking for. You are my pray today," he said in a scrat