"On the count of ten, I want you to come out by yourself. Or else the consequences would be serious including blood. "And the count begins now...... One". Came his stern voice and she looked ahead and behind her in the hope of escape. " Six". She was stunned listening to the count as it almost made her want to question his counting coming out of her hiding spot. "Eight. And you better be fast. I'm not good at numbers". He spoke and the next moment she got out of her hiding place with her head held down. His jaw twitched before looking to his side where she stood.She... The maid that his wife appointed. All the while the spy is roaming in their house. "Please, come forward". He said in his monotone she looked up at him and he moved his hand to the place where she was supposed to stand. " Would you". He asked and the hesitance in her irked him up. " You weren't this shy and hesitant when you were roaming around in our presence. Are you. Then just fucking come forward instead
Taking to the beach they spent some time walking around with their hand in hand and shared some romantic love talks with some beautiful silence enjoying their spiritual love. But soon the spiritual turned into physical when a temporary large tent fell in her eyes. She was surprised when he said it was for him. He took her inside with the theme of yellow light and red roses sprawled upon the bedsheets. Her cheeks reddened knowing the deed was coming. She took a step ahead walking front when she felt her saree pallu (draped cloth that was gathered on the shoulder) tighten and looked back to see him catching the top of the saree pallu in his head. Coming forward he took off the pin from her shoulder and I'm no time their dresses were off their body and their bodies were tangled on the bed. His tongue between her folds teased as his mouth slurped on her folds as she gasped with her fingers in his sir. He pressed his tongue more into her and her back earned earning a gasp from her as he
In his all-standing glory, the man wore a white shirt and buttoned up his shirt as he glanced at his wife who was setting the palates of the saree looking through the mirror. Sighing he tucked in his shirt and put on a belt and walked to her as her hand was pinning the pallu (free end of the saree) to the back side of the blouse. Taking the safety pin from her hand he pinned it properly from inside as she guided once upon a time. "So stupid of you to think like that". She stayed mum for a while before she opened her mouth while looking down at her bangles as her fingers played with the other hand Bangles. "I'm just being precautious". "That's called doubting". Her eyes narrowed at him through the mirror for which he connected his blue eyes with her. "You don't know how crazy my love is for you Adhri". His voice came out rather deep and serious which made her ears stiffen."There is this famous typical blabbering of lover boys that they could both kill and die for their love. And
It was one day before he left the country and Adhira became all beady beady in her eyes. Heavy-heartedly she packed his bag trying to look all okay while he was busy ordering her around and settling his needed files. It was after she packed his bag she dropped her ass on the bed and pouted her lips, the tears on the verge of running out. Lifting the bag away from her he made a place for himself and scooted her in his arms. "What happened to my snowflake? Why is she crying? Are you"?She shook her head and answered. "Ain't crying. Just yet to cry". Her voice quivered like a little kid and he pushed her more into his chest as his hands bound around her protectively and comfortingly. "Then don't. I am not strong enough to bear a tear from your eyes moya Lyubov". A grin broke on her lips as she peeked at him shyly and attached her forehead to his. " That's a nice line. I'm impressed ". "Then please don't cry, baby".He pressed his forehead more to her as he took a deep sniff from h
The sun rose with throwing rays to the morning world and their home was one of them as well. The sun's rays kissed her eyelids as she groaned into his chest. Her little vibration sent warmth to his heart as his sleep was disturbed. She turned her head more into his chest trying to block away the light and the hairs curtained helping her in her task. A few seconds later he stirred and opened his eyes. Habitually his eyes looked for her and found her sleeping on his chest. The room was all in orange glory and his other free hand tucked her hair back and stared at her partially visible face. After a few seconds, she groaned as she rubbed her face on his chest and slowly she was awake as she looked up at him from his body. Her eyes squinted with cute bread cheeks as she licked her lips looking at him groggily. "Good morning sleepy head". His fingers flicked her forehead deepening her frown. "Don't do that". She whined rubbing her forehead. Suddenly he sat up on the bed and pulled her
"Display the map". He ordered as a big digital map was set up in front of him while the surrounding has dim light and 3D map displayed in the air in the center of the room. "These were the place that are being attacked". Random red marks were located on the map around his estates and properties where recent damages happened. Ordering a photocopy of the current image he handed it to one of his men. "Try to create as many as possible alphabets from those dotted ones". The man nodded a little taken a back by the given work but nonetheless he began to do. " You. I want you to know the profits and losses of each damaged warehouse and port". " And you spot the location of each damage from where they attacked ". " And you based on his data know the details from how much distance they attacked on them and after how many days each attack happened. And try to know how many hours or days it can take while traveling from the previous attack to the next one. Try to equalize the days it to
His hand ran through his face as he dusted the red away from his face and opened his eyes as he looked at his hand. It's a red powder. He dropped his hand and soon a hand of pink colour was rubbed on his cheek as in reflex he closed his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes another color was about to attack him and this time he caught her hand as the jingling sound of her bangles rang around. He pulled her hand into him jerking her body into his as he winded his hand around her waist.Her face is neutral giving out no expressions as she stared at him. He was drawn away by her eyes as they were lined with black ink and her lashes adorned with mascara. His eyes then scanned her down as she wore a white dress and he was stunned to look at her in the almost same outfit that he saw her for the first time at the crematorium. Except for that, she has a faint makeup on her. Her hair's ends were curled a little bit creating volume and these beautiful earrings are adoring her overall look. How
Came the children's voice as they heard their little footsteps running inside their home and their eyes widened as they looked at each other. His hand almost slipped as he got up hurriedly. They looked out for her dress only to remember that her top was out in the hall laying down on the ground. The kids seemed to be more lenient as they were making their way to their room as they heard their steps getting closer and closer. He looked around for anything while she pulled the quilt to her neck and she slept on her side and he grabbed a shirt from the cupboard as he saw her pretending to sleep and he knew his script that could save them from the situation and save the kids as well. His eyes fell on her bra and he immediately collected it just when their little foot came into his view. He gulped looking at them and immediately he bunched up her bra in his fist and locked his hands back and cleared his throat. He looked at the 3 kids who had their weapons in their hands. Water gun. And
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, the terror coursing through me making it impossible to think clearly. There was no way out of this. I had to do what he said, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I wanted to throw it all back up.With shaking hands, I picked up the spoon again and forced another bite into my mouth, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Each chew felt like a battle, and every time I swallowed, it felt like I was choking on glass. But I kept going, bite after agonizing bite, because there was no other option. Not while he stood there, gun in hand, watching my every move.After what felt like hours, I finally scraped the last bit of food off the plate and shoved it into my mouth. I could barely taste it anymore; everything felt numb. I set the spoon down shakily, my body trembling from the strain, and dared a glance up at him."It’s done."I muttered, my voice weak and broken. He didn’t respond right away, just stared at the empty plate for a long moment, as if d
My hands trembled as I clamped them tightly over my ears, but it did little to muffle the sharp, deafening sound that seemed to echo in my head. The relentless gunfire rang in my ears, making my heart pound against my ribcage. I thought the nightmare was over, but the momentary silence broke when I saw him reload his rifle, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator savoring its prey. Panic surged through me again as I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed in helpless terror, my hands pressing harder against my ears. I didn’t know what else to do—there was no escape.After what felt like an eternity, the gunshots stopped, leaving my ears buzzing, a strange numbness spreading through my body. I couldn’t hear anything anymore, not even the sound of my own breathing. It was as if I were floating, detached from reality. I wanted to lower my hands, to free my ears from the suffocating silence, but the fear of hearing that awful sound again kept them clamped in place.Slowly, I squinte
Her vision cleared as the tears cascaded down her cheeks, blurring the bold letters that confirmed her worst fear—she was married to him. The date on the paper was unmistakable. It was the same day as their wedding, the day she thought had been filled with genuine love. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. He had made her sign these papers along with their marriage documents. He had deceived her again. Her shock quickly morphed into anger as she tore the papers in her hand, her eyes blazing with a mixture of rage and hurt as she looked at him. "How much have you lied to me? How much have you truly deceived me?" she demanded, her voice trembling with the intensity of her emotions. He responded with a nonchalant shrug, his voice devoid of any remorse. "So much... to the extent that the papers you just tore aren't even the originals. They're just xerox copies." His words were like salt on an open wound. In a blind fury, she
The room was dark with a dim light enough visible to figure out silhouettes but not see the objects. She was tucked under the fluffy cotton-like blanket giving her warmth from the AC. In the dark room, lazy footsteps echoed as he walked to the tufted chair and sat down staring at her while swirling the glass of wine. Sipping the drink he rested his hands on the armchair as he leaned back crossing his leg on the other. His eyes took in her soft hair and made a curled art on the white duet while her tired face gave out the tiredness. A tinge of guilt hit him thinking she didn't eat anything for pretty good hours. But that is not the only thing he has on his plate. There is this larger thing to deal with. She was scared of him. She is scared like hell. And he guessed his behavior didn't help her. Maybe he should go easy on her and be submissive to her. After all, the mistake is his. But just by the thought, the submissive felt gross. He cannot be submissive. That isn't in his blood.
In her black dress covering her knees, she laid back on the bed with her hands thrown on either side. Her brows caressed with each other as her hand gripped her forehead in pain. Ever so slowly she tried to open her eyes fighting against the pain. Once she was fully conscious she looked around the room and sat up slowly on the bed. She tried to remember what happened before she went unconscious. And then she remembered. Everything played like a reel in her head and her breath hitched. She remembered how her husband had shoved a piece of cloth into her face and made her unconscious. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband isn't a common man but a mafia. Mafia of Russia. The picture of him shooting the man played in front of her eyes and her hands trembled as her heart wrenched. She is terrified of him. She no longer wants to stay with him. She wants to run away from him. She tried to escape and he made her unconscious and brought her into this room. The room felt strange. As
Lazily strolling to the chair he placed his foot on the chair and put his hand on his knee as he took out the lighter and leaned his head forward litting the cigarette. Taking a sharp intake he blew out the smoke as he looked at his prey through his smoke. "You think you can double cross Arcy's"? " Arcy's. Who the fuck are you? Infants don't get to talk little boy. Do you know how many years we ruled the underworld? "Oh really? It must be a hard blast on your ego to get killed by an infant". The man's jaw hardened as he glared deadly at Andrey. "You people are no one. No one to Blasscaid's but yet you are revolting and I wonder why"?"Why is that"?He looked up from his foot directing his question to his prey as he looked at him lazily. "That doesn't matter to you. And you expect me to answer your questions just like that". He said with a calm tone. The man gritted trying to get his hands out of the rope when Andrey nodded yes in response. " I expect that. Because so soon I'm
He was stunned as he froze at her side. He lifted himself up as his eyes roamed from one eye to another and true to her words he saw it. He saw many times but was waiting to hear them from her. And now she said it it felt unbelievable. "What"? He had a dazed face and gave away his cluelessness as he began to look at her like a lost puppy. She giggled at him. "I love you Andrey. Don't make me more nervous". Her voice came out a little hoarse with all the screaming she had done until now. "R- really? From when"?She began to narrate him with a sweet whisper. "I don't know exactly. But from the moment you married me and when you made efforts to fit into my life. I've fallen there. And when you cared for me and bared all my silly tantrums I felt harder.......that you have to pick me up now when I confess you". He stared into her eyes longer than usual as she stared back at him waiting for his response. Her hands randomly played with the strands of his back hair when he sealed her l
Once again all the dresses were sprawled on the bed as the suitcases laid open on the ground as she took out more piled-up clothes. "Andrey. Where's my black dress". "In the bag". "Where's the bag"?"In your cupboard tupoy ". (Dumb). " Aww. Was that a new endearment for me". " Yeah". He said and began to put his shirts and pants along with a few casual t-shirts in his suitcase just when two neatly folded flowery-floral print t-shirts joined them in the suitcase. He looked up at her and pointed out the pair of floral shirt. "What's this. I never saw you buying this pair for yourself". She grinned at him. "It's for you". Giving her a glare he simply took that pair and tossed it out. "That's not for me. I'm not going to wear it". He stated as he began to put his razor and shaving kit when again those flowery pairs of shirts were shoved in his luggage. "Yes. You are wearing them. We are supposed to go to the beach. Are you going to wear a formal shirt and pants there. No".
She put her deal front and all the children cheered in hurrah ready to attack him. While he looked at her in disbelief and shock morphed on his face while she giggled while jiggling her eyebrows at him. She was not colored as much as him as he respectfully applied color only on her cheeks and neck while him. She rubbed many colors on him and his face is already so colorful. The children started to attack him and he couldn't help but step back looking at the mini devils. One kid has already loaded the water from Pichkari with a push of the tail and he got himself pretty wet. The other kids started to jump trying to color his upper part and face and he lost his string when they started to shoot color water from their water gun on his face as they couldn't reach up there. Leaving his Adhri for a minute he immediately tackled one child and rubbed the color on his face in an extreme way that he began to cry. He was ready to charge another two kids but they let out a horrified shrill of