“So, what are you going to tell Mom, then?” Tasha asked, her voice slow and uncertain. Saddam smiled, taking a moment before replying. “That’s why I like his daughter so much.” “What the hell. Ugly human being,” Tasha muttered, her disdain barely concealed. Before Saddam could respond, someone’s voice cut through the air from behind them. Tasha froze, recognizing it instantly. She turned sharply, her heart sinking. There stood Daniel Bruno, a glass of water in one hand and a phone pressed to his ear with the other. He appeared to be speaking on the phone, but Tasha knew better—his fiery gaze was directed squarely at Saddam. The insults Daniel spewed might have been meant for someone else, but Tasha was sure they were intended for the man in front of her. Daniel Bruno. Her mind raced. What was he doing here? Was this an accident, or had he come intentionally to humiliate her? Saddam, too, was stunned. He stood, staring at Daniel with widened eyes. “Daniel Bruno Rajput,” h
Night had settled over the quiet room as Tasha sat alone, absorbed in a book. The faint click of the doorbell startled her, pulling her gaze toward the door. To her surprise, Daniel stood there, his expression unreadable, exuding his usual indifference.Without a word, he stepped in, casually undoing his cufflinks as if Tasha’s presence were insignificant. She sighed and returned her attention to her book, refusing to acknowledge him. As always, Daniel adhered to his ritual. Within moments, he disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. When he reemerged, a white towel wrapped around his waist, Tasha couldn’t help but glance at him. Her eyes traced the drops of water sliding down his chiseled torso, his well-defined six-pack glistening under the dim light. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her face betraying admiration before she could look away. “Enjoying the view?” His deep voice, tinged with amusement, cut through her reverie. Startled, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Tasha arrived at the party with Bisma, her companion for the evening. The lively chatter of the crowd filled the grand hall, yet a particular conversation caught her attention as she passed through the corridor. "Have you heard? Anna and Daniel Bruno are meeting again," one woman murmured, her voice carrying just enough to stop Tasha in her tracks. "Yes, I’ve heard that too. If it weren’t for the ban in Brasília, poor Anna would have left for good," another woman replied sympathetically. The first woman sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "That Tasha is a witch—greedy and manipulative. She’s the one who tore those two apart." "Shh! Speak softly; she might hear you," the second woman warned, glancing around nervously. "So what if she hears me?" the first snapped, raising her voice defiantly. "Everyone knows Daniel Bruno is divorcing her. What a cunning woman she is!" Her words were like daggers, intended to stab directly into Tasha's pride. Bisma noticed Tasha stiffen
Since the moment she arrived at the party, Tasha felt the weight of several eyes on her. Some gazes were admiring, but others, particularly those with sharp, judgmental undertones, carried a completely different energy. “Mrs. Daniel Bruno.” A soft but firm voice called out, snapping her out of her thoughts. The woman standing beside Anna was the one who spoke. She watched as Anna and the woman walked toward her. Daniel followed them closely, his presence like an undeniable shadow.“When did you arrive, Mrs. Daniel?” the woman asked in a tone laced with subtle sarcasm, her fake smile barely masking the mockery behind it.“Quite late,” Tasha replied, her own smile just as forced. “Oh, so you came alone?” The woman’s words were sweet, yet her tone carried an edge so sharp it could cut. The insinuation was clear: Tasha’s husband, Daniel, had attended the party with someone else. For any wife, this would have been deeply humiliating.“Don’t misunderstand, Miss Tasha. Daniel and I only bu
Daniel walked into the room with his usual confident, royal demeanor."Daniel, well done, you're here. Look at this mess. We are your guests, and this girl has seriously injured my son. There's blood everywhere, and your wife is still supporting her despite everything that’s happened!" Fazila Begum cried out, immediately shifting the blame to Tasha.Tasha stood still, listening. She knew all about Anzila and her manipulative ways, but she didn't say anything. Dhara was there too, but Tasha knew it was better not to drag her name into this—it would only make things worse. Besides, Daniel would always take his beloved Anna's side."Professor?" Daniel asked in his usual calm tone, slipping his hands into his pockets as if the situation was no big deal. He was addressing her without any urgency, as though everything was under control.Tasha hesitated for a moment, hurt by his indifference. She was his wife, and yet he seemed to trust everyone else more than her. Before she could speak, Da
Tasha had found her old cellphone, but it contained only two numbers: Daniel's and her secretary Bisma's. This puzzled her deeply. Why were there no other contacts saved?Disturbed, she asked her maid, Sherry Aunty, about it. The older woman merely shrugged, feigning ignorance. But Tasha was convinced Sherry knew more than she let on. How could someone who had served the household for years not have answers about its mistress? She thought bitterly. Blind and dumb go around as deaf, but Sherry Aunty was neither blind nor deaf.Tasha’s thoughts quickly shifted to Bisma, who was in jail. She had to get her out no matter what. But who could help her? She had no family or friends to turn to, leaving her with only one option: Daniel, her husband—a man she considered a shameless psycho.She waited for him all night, but he never came home. Unable to bear the wait any longer, she decided to confront him directly at his office the next day.Tasha arrived at Daniel's corporate headquarters, fee
Tasha found herself back at Daniel's office the next day. This time, the receptionists didn’t sneer or misbehave with her. She took a seat in the waiting room, the quiet hum of the air conditioning filling the space as she silently observed the comings and goings of the office staff.Just as she started settling into her thoughts, a familiar voice rang out."Hello," came a chirpy greeting. It was Anzila, her smile as wide as ever.Tasha's stomach tightened at the sight of her. Her already sour mood worsened, and she fought the urge to snap. Instead, she averted her gaze, choosing to ignore her completely.Anzila didn’t miss the cold shoulder. Frowning, she turned her attention to the receptionist. "Why is she sitting in the waiting room?" she asked, her finger pointing directly at Tasha. Her tone was full of exaggerated curiosity, the kind that made Tasha grind her teeth.The receptionist glanced at Tasha and then back at Anzila. "She says she’s here to meet Sir. Claims she’s his wife
"Oh, I also forbade Anzila. I don't know why she went and bothered Daniel about this," Anna said with a helpless smile, her demeanor faintly apologetic. Tasha's eyes, however, burned with suppressed anger.Right, Tasha thought bitterly. Call another woman's husband to your side and then act helpless and oppressed."So, you didn’t properly forbid it," Tasha quipped sharply, her words cutting like a wet slap. Her forced smile only added to the sting.Anzila gritted her teeth, her frustration evident as Anna flushed with embarrassment and lowered her gaze.Daniel, sensing the tension, turned toward Anna. "So, how are you feeling now? Are you hurt badly?" he asked, his tone serious and steady."No, just a slight sprain in my foot. I’m sorry Anzila disturbed you over something so small," Anna replied, her voice soft and pliant."What’s wrong with that? Mr. Daniel should know about your condition—after all, you’re his responsibility," Anzila added, her tone deliberately light. But before sh
Daniel Bruno sat at the head of the meeting table, the hum of voices around him barely registering. His focus wavered when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—a message from an unknown number. Frowning, he tapped to open it.The first image made his breath hitch. His chair screeched as he shot to his feet, the blood rushing to his face. Confusion turned to a storm of rage, tightening his chest and curling his hands into fists. The veins on his neck throbbed as his jaw locked. With a sudden burst of fury, he slammed the phone onto the table. The sound cracked through the room, silencing every conversation.All eyes turned to him, wide with alarm."Meeting adjourned," Daniel growled, his voice tight, teeth clenched. Snatching up his phone, he stormed out, his movements quick and sharp.Safdar Bruno, sitting across the table, scrambled to his feet, rushing after him. "Daniel, what's going on?"Daniel didn’t even slow down. His voice, sharp and cutting, echoed down the hall. "Nothi
Tasha scrambled to get ready for university, her morning running later than usual. She chose a stylish blue top paired with crisp white capris, draping a blue dupatta loosely over her shoulders. Her glossy pink lips highlighted her natural beauty, though her expression betrayed annoyance. She hastily grabbed her bag and stepped out, her phone ringing unexpectedly as she reached the lounge.The sight of the flashing number on her phone screen startled her. Without answering the call, she paused mid-step, a flicker of panic crossing her face. Before she could act, Daniel appeared, his gaze locking onto her with unmissable intensity.In her blue ensemble, Tasha looked radiant. The rich hue of the outfit contrasted strikingly against her fair complexion, while the gloss on her lips added a soft allure. Daniel’s eyes darkened with admiration. His possessive nature made it difficult for him to let her step outside, knowing that her beauty could turn heads. But for Tasha’s happiness, he curb
When Daniel came out, Safdar was sitting in the car waiting for him. "What did you think of the people who came over for dinner today?" Daniel asked as he got into the car. Safdar smiled as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car. "He made time because before marriage, he was always busy, and no one could meet him. Now, after marriage, he’s more available, so his friends decided to take advantage of that." Daniel chuckled. "Well, it’s the opposite for you. Most people ignore their friends after marriage, but you’ve been visiting everyone. It’s good to see you and your wife getting along so well." Safdar glanced at Daniel. "Don’t rub it in." Daniel leaned back with a deep sigh. At that moment, Safdar’s phone started ringing. He glanced at the screen, surprised. "Is your phone off?" he asked Daniel. "No, why?" Daniel replied, looking curious. "Your wife is calling me," Safdar said, showing him Tasha’s name on the screen. "Put it on speaker," Daniel said. Safdar an
Tasha was lounging in the living room, watching TV, when a familiar scent wafted through the air. "The smell of Mr. Bruno's cologne," she murmured to herself. She closed her eyes, a soft smile spreading across her face as she inhaled deeply. Glancing toward Daniel Bruno’s room, she saw him step out, dressed impeccably in gray jeans, a white shirt, and a matching casual gray coat. His neatly styled, gelled hair complemented his effortlessly charming demeanor as he walked toward her. Tasha couldn’t take her eyes off him. A sense of excitement bubbled within her as she admired him, but as he neared, she quickly looked back at the TV, trying to feign indifference. Despite her best efforts, her attention remained firmly on him. Daniel noticed her but ignored her gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and walked past the lounge, heading toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, Tasha’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Where are you going at this hour?” She rose from the
He was in the middle of an important meeting when his phone rang. "Excuse me," he muttered to the room, standing up and stepping outside the meeting to take the call. "Speak..." he answered, his voice calm but still focused. "Send greetings to me first. Then I’ll say something," came the request from the other end, her tone slightly tinged with a quiet plea. It was a request she had made for two days now, and yet each time he answered the phone, he would immediately say, “Bolo” (Speak). It was as if he hadn't yet learned the simple courtesy of greeting. "Good Morning," he quickly said, fulfilling her demand. "Good Morning... and bring food. Tell me if you want anything else," he continued, making the request casually but with a hint of amusement in his voice. Tasha smiled as she listened, her tone lightening. "Come quickly, I’m starving. And bring something sweet—my mouth is so bitter right now," she asked in a sugary voice, almost coaxing him to hurry. Daniel chuckled
Tasha snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a voice asking, "What's going on here?" She saw Daniel walking toward her with his usual confident attitude.As soon as Daniel entered, he smelled the roses and noticed the bouquet in Tasha's hands."Daniel, sir, look... Anna came to apologize to Miss Tasha even though her leg is hurt. But Miss Tasha isn’t accepting the apology," Anna’s manager said quickly, complaining that Tasha was being cold toward Anna despite her pain."Manager, why are you making me the bad guy here?" Tasha smiled and said, clearly annoyed. The manager was caught off guard by her words."What??" The manager asked, surprised, as if he couldn't believe his ears."You're supposed to take care of Anna, not drag her around when she's in pain. Do you think carrying her around won’t make her leg worse?" Tasha said sternly, and the manager was speechless."And Anna, why are you apologizing for Noor? She’s not a child, and you’re not her mother. Stop acting innocent. Firs
Daniel was deeply absorbed in his work at the office, the hum of the environment around him barely registering. He was methodical, focused on the tasks at hand. But suddenly, his phone buzzed, snapping him from his concentration. The name on the screen flashed in bold letters: PB. He knew exactly who it was. His fingers hovered for a brief moment over the phone, almost as if weighing the decision. Then, with a nonchalant sigh, he answered the call with the opposite hand and raised the phone to his ear. "Speak..." The voice that answered him on the other side was soft and sweet, and instantly, it seemed to carry him away from the sterile office air to a place much warmer. "Send greetings to me first. Then I’ll say something," the voice teased, its playful tone causing him to pause. A surge of old memories hit him like a wave, and for a fleeting moment, he was somewhere else—somewhere distant yet familiar. He had heard that voice countless times, in moments both trivial and profoun
The lady doctor was leaving after finishing her check-up, and Daniel was walking in. Tasha, noticing how handsome he was, blushed and quickly walked past him, but Daniel didn’t even look up.“How’s your health now?” Daniel asked, standing in front of her, studying her closely.“I’m okay,” Tasha replied with a smile, and Daniel seemed to soften a little.“Tasha seems to be in a good mood today,” he commented.“Hmm. You told me to make a request, right? I’ve thought about what I want,” Tasha said, smiling sweetly.“You have something up your sleeve, don’t you?” Daniel grinned, sitting down next to her confidently.“Did you say something?” Tasha asked, sitting up straight, not hearing him at first.“This is my chance,” Daniel said with a smart smile.Tasha couldn’t help but smile at him. She was in a better mood today, almost like a blooming flower. As she looked at his handsome face, she noticed beads of sweat forming on her skin.“Should I tell you my request?” Tasha asked shyly.“Hmmm
The atmosphere was thick with uncertainty and unresolved emotions as Tasha spoke to Bisma, trying to mask her true feelings with humor and bravado. Despite her tough exterior, the vulnerability in her eyes and the way her hands trembled revealed the truth—she was still deeply affected by the events that had unfolded.Bisma, noticing the subtle change in Tasha's demeanor, couldn't help but worry. "But Tasha, you were ready to get a divorce before. Why have you changed your mind?"Tasha smiled faintly, but there was a hint of something deeper, something more profound behind her words. "I don't know. Things have changed... and I’m not sure if I’m ready to give up yet. There’s a lot I still need to figure out."She shifted her position, trying to avoid confronting the discomfort in her chest. The mention of her marriage made her feel like she was walking on a tightrope—between what she wanted and what was expected of her. Her emotions were complicated; Daniel’s unpredictable kindness and