Novel-novel oleh Nakshathra

The grand hall of the mansion was silent, the air thick with grief and disbelief. Dim candlelight flickered across the towering walls, casting eerie shadows over the marble floor. The empire had lost its king—the man who ruled with an iron fist, the man Mia had idolized, feared, and obeyed. Now, he lay lifeless before her, his once-powerful frame covered with a white sheet, stained in red.Mia stood frozen at the threshold of the hall, her heels clicking softly against the floor as she took hesitant steps toward the lifeless body of her father. Her chest felt tight, as if a steel hand had clenched around her heart, making it impossible to breathe. She had always known her father was a dangerous man, a ruthless one—but never in her worst nightmares had she imagined this end. Not at the hands of his own son.A sharp sob tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside him. Her trembling fingers hesitantly reached for his cold hand, gripping it tightly as if willing him to come ba

Hema’s heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the dense woods, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth, and the occasional crunch of leaves beneath her bare feet sent a jolt of fear through her. She couldn’t afford to make a sound. Her hands trembled as she pressed herself against the rough bark of a tree, straining to hear beyond the rapid beating of her own heart.Somewhere in the distance, she heard Nina’s voice cutting through the silence. “Find her! She couldn’t have gone far!” The urgency in Nina’s tone sent a shiver down Hema’s spine. They were close. Too close.Desperate, she crouched down and blindly reached for something—anything—that could help her. Her fingers brushed against a small stone, cool and smooth against her palm. She swallowed, calculating the distance between her and Nina’s approaching footsteps. With a silent prayer, she hurled the stone to the side, aiming it toward a thicket of bushes.The rock la

Hema’s vision was blurry, her wrists ached from the tight ropes, and her head spun from whatever Nina had drugged her with. The coldness of the warehouse seeped into her bones, but the danger before her was far worse than the discomfort.Nina sat in front of her, casually placing her arms over the headrest of the chair she turned backward. A gun rested on her lap, her fingers lazily running along the metal surface.“You know, Hema,” Nina sighed, tilting her head, “I could have been patient. I could have let you suffer a little longer, made you watch as Zayden forgot about you. But no… you always have to be the center of attention, don’t you?”Hema swallowed, her throat dry. “Nina… please. I don’t want to be in his life. I swear. Let me go, and I’ll disappear forever. You won’t have to deal with me again.”Nina laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s not how this works. You think I believe that? You think if I let you go, Zayden won’t destroy the whole world to find you? No,

Zayden’s heart pounded violently as he stormed into his mansion, his breath ragged, his muscles coiled tight with rage. He had felt it the moment he left—something was wrong. He had dismissed the unease at first, thinking it was just the unfamiliarity of being away from her for the first time in weeks. But the dread had grown heavier with every passing hour, gnawing at him like a disease. And now, as he stood in the middle of the grand hallway, the truth hit him with full force.She was gone.His sharp eyes scanned the room until they landed on a letter placed on the coffee table. Beside it lay a bottle of birth control pills, mocking him. He felt his fingers tremble as he picked up the letter, unfolding it with an unbearable sense of dread.“Goodbye. I hope I never meet this nightmare again. Dreams are just dreams—don’t expect them to come true in real life.”The paper crumpled in his grip, veins pulsing on the back of his hand. His throat burned as he clenched his jaw. His eyes dart

The cold evening air brushed against Hema’s skin as she stood outside the lawn.She didn’t flinch when Zayden’s father stepped out of his car, his sharp gaze landing on her. There was no need for pretense. She assumed that he had something from her.“I know you why you are here,” she said, her voice steady.A hint of amusement flickered in the older man’s eyes. He studied her for a moment, before letting out a low chuckle.“You are a clever woman,” he murmured, stepping closer. “And I assume you also wanted the same”Hema exhaled slowly, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Yes. Of course , I want you to send me somewhere he’ll never find me.”The silence between them stretched, tense and unyielding.Finally, Zayden’s father smiled.“This is unexpected,” he admitted, his voice laced with intrigue. “But… beneficial.”The Present: The Plan is Set in MotionThe moment Zayden left the mansion, his father arrived. He stepped inside with the ease of a man who had already claimed his

Hema stood in the kitchen, the soft scent of berries filling the air as she cut them to eat. The sun had barely risen, casting golden light through the massive windows. Zayden entered the kitchen after signalling all servants out.Because he wanted to be near her.She felt him before she saw him. A familiar warmth behind her, a presence she had come to recognize even without turning around.“You should be getting ready for your flight,” she said, her voice calm, yet laced with something she couldn’t define.Zayden ignored her words.Instead, he slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest.His hands were warm as they slid beneath her shirt, fingertips pressing firmly against the soft skin of her stomach. She gasped when he gripped her waist muscle, his hold possessive, almost desperate.She let out a small whimper.Zayden smirked against her neck, his lips brushing lightly against her skin.“I’ll be gone for a day,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough

The morning was filled with anticipation as Aiden sat in the hospital’s waiting room, his hands resting gently on the small shoulders of his three-year-old son. The little boy, with his curly hair and deep brown skin, played with a small toy car, unaware of the monumental moment that was about to change their lives forever. Aiden couldn’t help but smile as he looked at the boy—a child Amira had insisted on adopting despite the prejudices of others.Amira had met the boy during one of her visits to the orphanage. She had been furious to see him excluded and got hurt by the other children because of his skin color, and her fierce heart wouldn’t let it go. She had scolded those children and, without hesitation, decided to bring him into their family. The boy was now the light of their lives, and today, he was about to become a big brother.“Daddy, when is Mommy coming out?” the boy asked, his innocent eyes looking up at Aiden.“Soon, buddy. Your little sister will be here any minute now,

Aiden covered her completely with bed sheets.Crawling under the covers, Aiden wrapped his arms around Amira's trembling body and guided her knees towards her chest. She instinctively clutched the fabric to her breasts, a barrier of modesty. "Shhh, it's okay," he murmured, pressing soothing kisses along her inner thighs. "I've got you."His lips trailed higher, skimming over soft, sensitive skin. Amira's breath hitched as his mouth neared her most intimate place. Would he truly...? Anticipation mingled with nervousness, a potent mix.Aiden nuzzled in close, inhaling her womanly musk. He licked a slow stripe through glistening folds. A strangled moan escaped her throat.He chuckled against her flesh. "You taste like heaven, Amira. Let me pleasure you." Parting her with his thumbs, he delved in for a deeper sample, laving her sweet nectar. His tongue circled her pearl, coaxing it to stiffness. Amira bucked into the different sensation, hands fisting in the sheets. Nothing had ever

Aiden arrived at the office minutes before the meeting, his stride confident but unhurried. Michele, already seated at the conference table, looked up in surprise, his eyes widening.“Well, well, well,” Michele said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I didn’t think you’d actually show up after that call earlier. Thought you’d be… otherwise occupied.”Aiden chuckled, adjusting his tie as he took a seat. “I keep my priorities straight, Michele. Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t screw this up.”Michele laughed, shaking his head. “You’re something else, man. But hey, can’t blame you. If I had what you have waiting at home, I’d probably skip every meeting too.”Aiden gave him a knowing grin but said nothing, his thoughts already drifting to Amira.The day passed in a blur of presentations and negotiations, but Aiden’s mind kept wandering back to the promise Amira had made that morning. By the time the meeting ended, he could barely contain his excitement.As he pulled into

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on

The cold metal of the gun pressed against Amira’s back sent a shiver down her spine, but her jaw clenched in defiance. The man behind her tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her head back as he sneered.“Put the gun down,” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. “You’ve got no chance, sweetheart. You’re just a girl.”Amira’s teeth ground together, her blood boiling at his condescension. Her fingers twitched, itching to grab the gun, but his hold on her hair kept her restrained.From the shadows, a soft, deliberate noise echoed—a click of the tongue, dripping with mock disappointment.The man holding Amira froze, his head snapping toward the sound. Amira turned her eyes in the same direction, and from the darkness, a figure stepped into the dim light, his silhouette instantly recognizable.Aiden.He stood casually, a gun resting lazily in his hand, his other hand scratching his head as if he were mildly bored. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his sleeves rolled up, but his expr

The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w