“I want her career to be ruined.” “Okay, take it easy. I will do my best.” Ryan Jenkins put the glass on the counter after gulping red wine. Sara Owen entered the hall and Ryan Jenkins’s eyes fell on her. “Your wife is beautiful.” Yohan Dixon looked at Sara Owen. She got perfect body curves and seductive magnificence. She was looking around as if she was searching for him. “All the men are praising her attractiveness at this party.” Yohan Dixon frowned and glared at his friend. When Ryan Jenkins saw his dark face, he swallowed. He realized that he should not dare to talk about his wife. Sara Owen sat on the chair when she could not find her husband. She was looking at the dancing couples. There was a calm smile on her lips. She wished her husband would hold her waist and dance with her. Alas! He was the busiest man and… They were not in love. Yohan Dixon kept sipping and smoking while adorning her face with his glare. When his gaze started burning because of her looks, he turne
“Mr Dixon. I am sorry. I am sorry.” Mr White suddenly became sober. Sara Owen was panting. There were tears in her eyes. Her gown was broken and she was ashamed. Ryan Jenkins took off his blazer and put it on her trembling bare shoulders. She looked at her husband who was mad like a hell. “Mr Dixon.” Mr White was unable to breathe. Yohan Dixon’s red eyes and toxic gaze were scary. People were alarmed that he would kill Mr White. “How dare you touch her?” He kicked Mr White and he fell far away on the dancing floor. Yohan Dixon stepped on the stairs and reached the floor. He strangled him again and let him stand up. “You bastard. Do you know whom did you touch? She is my wife.” He began to beat the sly man. Mr White was defenceless and skittish. His face was bloody. Sara Owen looked at Ryan Jenkins in strain. He was smiling as if it was a funny game. “What are you smiling at? Why don’t you stop him?” “Do you think he will stop?” “He will die.” “Who cares? That jerk dared to tou
Her trembling red lips were snatching his comfort. These moments of restlessness were reminding him that they were persecuting him. “I have done many mistakes. The whole world is mad at me. They are pointing me to why I married you. I can endure it. Every allegation. I can endure it happily.” She smiled dazzlingly. He was listening to her. Because when she is conscious, she does not talk like this. "She was your first love. You still miss her. Because she was so special. But I..." She inhaled, "You have become that dream for me which can never come true." His heart agitated. “Don't put this blame on me. Don't find any new fault for me. I am your wife, Yohan. This blame is enough.” She passed out and leaving him stunned. He kept looking at her gorgeous face for a while. What did she say? Being his wife was an allegation for her? Was she unhappy? He straightened and looked at her bare chest. Slow movements of her white and perky chest reminded him of her moaning while having sex
Yohan Dixon was standing in the lobby facing the boundless sea. His eyes were resounding like the sea and his heart was parched. Five days had passed since he left Vento city. He hadn't called her. He hadn't seen her. He hadn't heard her voice. He was still mad at her. How could he tolerate her unhappiness? After completing work, he arrived far from the city. He wanted to inhale in silence holding her memories. He sipped the cigarette. The endless sea and the sounds of its waves used to remind him of her moaning. The cold breeze was reminding him of her sweet breaths. He was confused why he was missing her. Ignoring this question, he wanted to miss her because it used to give him comfort after a long day's workload. Assistant Nolan entered the room and looked around. A long and alone figure was standing behind the curtains gathered by smoke. He couldn't understand why he had chosen this place to stay. People liked to stay in Paris. But this man always chose this remote place. He st
Seeing his deep gaze, Sara Owen grabbed her bag, “I must go now.” “If you are leaving because of my question, then I do not want an answer.” She looked at him. He smiled and put the mug of coffee on the table. “Let me talk to you for a while.” “I will be late.” “I will drop you. Don’t worry. Ricky won’t be mad at me.” She hesitated. He kept looking at her sincerely. The heart did not bend unnecessarily in front of anyone, it bowed down to her. From the night he saw her, her face was visible even when he was closing his eyes. He was watching her with her attractive and simple smile in his dreams. “What do you want to do after completing your studies?” She looked at him, “I haven’t thought yet. Probably… A job.” “Will Ricky allow you?” “I don’t know…” “Ricky is serious about studies. I know him. He won’t easily let you leave your studies. He even sent Neel abroad to study further.” “How was he in his studies?" She had heard many things about him from Natalie. But she wanted
It was Sunday. Sara Owen didn’t have to go to university. Natalie and Bruno had gone to attend a charity show. Gracie was not in the city. She had nowhere to go. Sara Owen was standing near the window for a long time. -They were perfect together.- -People are still talking about them.- She frowned. The words were knocking in her brain like a hammer. It was stressful. It was heartbreaking. “Madam.” Nisha entered the master bedroom. Sara Owen looked at her with her parched gaze. “What would you like to eat for lunch?” “Cook anything.” “I am going to buy vegetables.” Sara Owen’s eyes lit up. “Did you clean the swimming pool?” “I forgot.” Nisha’s face flushed. “Then go and clean it. I will go and buy vegetables.” “Okay.” Sara Owen didn’t ask Jack to drop her at the shopping market. She liked to walk. She just grabbed her purse and then walked to the market. “Tomatoes and broccoli.” The shopkeeper handed her a packet of her purchased vegetables. As soon as she stepped ahead
Samia Reddy and Yohan Dixon. Once, they were an affectionate couple. That night, they had seen each other after a long time, yet she didn't say those words to him. He did not see even a layer of tears in her eyes. Her eyes were insensitive and arid. And this woman, who had been alone for only fifteen days, was crying like a child because she missed him a lot! He held her pretty face in his cold palms and looked at her deeply, "Sara" Hearing her name in his hoarse voice, Sara Owen finally came to know what he was hungry for. When he was frustrated due to workload and Samira Reddy, he decided to return to Sara Owen. He wanted to see her ravishing smile and sleep in her arms to feel at ease. But her words encouraged his desires. He ignored the intricate sentiments and kissed her, pressed her, and took off her nightgown… She did not refuse. She profoundly lost herself in him. He had crushed her seclusion with his warmth which had emerged in his absence. The two of them lay in each
Scarlette Reddy entered the room and smiled seductively. Fang was there on the couch in his white suit looking handsome. Ryan Jenkins smirked and sipped wine. He was there, too. In a red jacket and black jeans, he was looking younger and more captivating. “Am I late?” She asked while sitting in front of Director Fang. "No, you are not." Ryan Jenkins said lazily. Fang looked at Ryan Jenkins as if he was signalling him for something. Ryan Jenkins put the glass back on the table and then slid a folder towards her. "Check this." He said. "Is it a script?" Scarlette Reddy held the folder and unlocked it. "It's a contract." Fang said impatiently. Scarlette Reddy's face flushed when she read the contract, "This can't be done." "There are certain rules for every actress who works with Fang Productions. You are very bold. This is a small thing for you.""But in this..." She looked at Ryan Jenkins, "Have you read this contract?"He lit a cigarette for him, "I have signed my contract. Yo
Sara Owen replaced the coffee mug on the table and went to look at the screen. However, after reading the report, there was darkness in the eyes that were bright with hope. The forensic report also revealed nothing. Someone has done something very cleverly. Sara Owen sat on the chair and gazed at the screen with her dried gaze. Her heart tightened due to fear. The memories of that evening were floating in her mind continuously. - “I will burn the whole world.” “Is this all you want?” “I want you.” “I will take care of myself for your sake. Don’t be sad.” “Go to bed. I will come before morning.” - Sara Owen covered her face in her palms and cried as much as she could. Assistant Nolan couldn’t tolerate her yearnings and kept holding his sadness in his heart. The whole world was excited, frightened… Who was that person who dared to kidnap Yohan Dixon? Or… This was not a kidnap. What had happened to Yohan Dixon on that night? The next evening… Sara Owen was standing in front o
"Why Ryan is calling you?" Gracie was confused. "Ryan..." Wiping her tears, Sara Owen picked up the call. "Hi, Sara. I am sorry on behalf of my stupid assistant." "Did you talk to Yohan after last night?" She asked hurriedly. "No. I mean, we both returned in his jet and I went straight to my villa. What's wrong?" "Ryan... He..." Sara Owen lowered her mobile phone and started crying. Gracie snatched her mobile phone. "Ryan, what the hell is going on? Will you tell me?" "Gracie, are you there with Sara? What's going on?" "Come here, right now." Gracie hung up the call angrily leaving Ryan Jenkins confused. She consoled Sara Owen, "Sara, what happened? Did Ryan hurt you?" Sara Owen raised her head and looked at her with tearful eyes. "Yohan..." "What did he do to you? Did he again...?" Sara Owen shook her head and cried. After half an hour... Ryan Jenkins sighed while shaking his head, "This man always terrifies people. He should have at least informed you where he was goin
The car was alone on the road and was at its top speed. While exhaling smoke, he dialled the first number from the list of his incoming calls. The call connected quickly. "On the way." Hearing the opponent, he hung up the call and placed the cigarette between his dark lips. His sharp and dark gaze was straight on the road. ... Placing the bag on the desk, she came to the French window of the bedroom and looked out. The beautiful garden was filled with colourful flowers. She hugged herself and inhaled her tension. Her man had gone somewhere without informing her. He would come before morning. This night would be tough, too. This night will again be spent waiting for him. Maybe it was a spell. Worrying for him, being happy for him, crying for him... She didn't know the meaning of love until she fell in love with her husband. The pure feeling of this love made her understand that she also deserves to be loved. Yohan Dixon, whom people consider to be the coldest and most unsympathe
The man sitting in the backseat of his elegant black car raised his eyebrows. The happiness of his wife was reflected in her sweet voice. "What are you doing?" "I just returned from university. I was going to take a shower." "Without me?" "Yohan" The fire in his heart did not cool down until she blushed. "Did you miss me?" The straight-talking man could not ask why his wife had called him. “How are you?” “Who has the courage to disturb me?” Hearing his arrogant answer, she looked down, “I was worried. I couldn't control myself so... Please forgive me if I disturbed you.” “I was at work.” He did not lie. “You are always busy.” She bit her lips in irritation. “Is this a complaint or a compliment?” The corners of his lips raised slightly. “My heartbeats were scaring me that you are not safe.” Her sad voice made him serious. He could bear everything but not his wife’s sadness. “I didn't want you to come with me.” “I'm not mad.” She smiled sadly. “But, you're sad.” His hea
Along with the vortex of questions in Sara Owen's mind, there was also a flood of worries. Months ago, she was warned by Yohan Dixon not to be seen even around this man. But, today in his absence, she was going to her university in Neel Dixon’s car. Yohan Dixon was already in a bad state of mind regarding Rudra Reddy's suicide and if he finds out about it... The thought of his rage sent shivers down Sara Owen's spine. She hugged her chest. Seeing her tying her arms, Neel Dixon adjusted the air conditioning of the car. “You are feeling cold.” His legislation broke her thoughts. “No...” “Nice to see you after many months. I called you many times but the phone was always switched off.” “Now that phone has turned on.” “Yes, after you came back, everything seems as before.” The tone in his low voice was strange. “Nothing is like before. It has become better than before.” “I missed you a lot. Didn't you ever miss me? I mean, even when uncle had thrown you out of the villa...” “He i
Yohan Dixon exhaled heavily and tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. His dynamic aura was surrounded by smoke. He raised his cold gaze to the officers and terrified them with his sharp gaze. "You want to claim that I caused him to die." The police officer was already spooked. Yohan Dixon's keen eyes made him even more afraid. "I'm not accusing you, sir, but..." He interrupted, "But. You didn't even consider who you were going to ask today before coming here." "I apologise, sir. I didn't mean to offend your honour, but... "Again… BUT" Lighting a cigarette for him, he said, "I'm also very much involved in this BUT." "Sir... I'd like to ask you some questions for investigation purposes. Please assist." "Speak." Sitting leisurely on his chair, he exhaled smoke rings in the air blowing the officer's mind. The police officer turned on the recorder and asked. "He called you, according to the call records. What happened in that one-and-a-half minute between you two?" "I can pl
On the top floor of the most expensive private suite of the most expensive hotel room, the private suite was covered in the darkness of a moonless night. A tall man was standing near the railing while sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes. The coldness spread on his face and in his eyes was deadly. Rudra Reddy did suicide. Why? He had called him. He wanted to talk about something. What did he know? All these questions had created a storm in his mind and were giving him feelings of helplessness and rage. Yohan Dixon threw the glass of whisky, slammed the wine tray on the ground and stumbled on the couch while closing his red eyes. He was angry. He was so much mad at Rudra Reddy. If the man would have been alive, he would have strangled him to death and asked him about the whole matter. The foolish coward man could not talk to him once. He should have talked to him properly. He should have waited for him. He gripped the cigarette in his palm carelessly. Ryan Jenkins opened the doo
The next morning was a hurdle. Bruno Dixon was discharged and taken to Dixon villa safely. Natalie was completely broken down due to her husband’s poor health. The family was in shock. Dressed in a brown suit and black shirt, Yohan Dixon looked attractive. His dark and senseless gaze was straight at his uncle, who was unable to speak about what had happened to him last. Sara Owen looked at her husband’s dismal face and placed her palm on his back. His cold gaze turned deep when he looked at his wife. Her pure and slim smile touched his heart. Gripping her wrist, he got her out of the bedroom. "Did you sleep well last night?" Wrapping his long arms around her thin waist, he asked. "I did. But it seems you did not sleep well." His eyes were dark. He kept staring at her pretty face and she kept playing with his collar. “I will drop you.” She hesitated. Looking into his eyes, she said, “Yohan… I can’t leave aunty. She is…” “You should go, darling.” A broken and low voice entered th
In the study room, the lights were off. A shadow of the long man was reflecting on the carpet. He was standing in front of the glass wall placing both his palms inside his well-stitched black pants. His face was hidden in the darkness of the night. The moon was trying to peek inside the room but only could reach his masculine chest. Black room, black night and black suit. Everything was black including the ashes of his burnt heart. Once who used to be carefree, this man had now become like a mannequin in which there were no tears left so that he could cry over his meaningless and hollow life. He closed his red and swollen eyes so that he could let go of his memories. But even after doing this, he did not get peace. Now that face was visible to him, with whom he had committed the crime of loving a lot. She was smiling beautifully in his psyche. Her sweet and heart-touching voice started echoing in his ears. -Rudra- Seeing her, he always felt that he was connected with that woman fro