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“This is a gift. I am sorry. I forgot to tell you.” Gracie tried to smile. “You… Who gave this to you?” “It… I…” “It’s damn precious.” Sara Owen touched the captivating pendant and then smiled at Gracie. “Did Ryan gift it?” Gracie nodded with a complicated feeling. “Wow. You two are dating. You didn’t tell me.” “Oh, no. Sara. We are not.” “Don’t lie. He daily comes to pick you up and drops you at the mall. You can’t hide anything from me.” Sara Owen pretended to be angry. “Sara, we are not dating. Okay? I tried to refuse but… He… I don’t know why he gave this to me.” “He likes you.” “Shut up. He is an actor. He has a queue of beautiful ladies.” “Maybe you are first in that queue.” Gracie sighed sadly, “I don’t know, Sara. He usually… He is nice to me. We are good friends. We share things. We…” Sara Owen shuddered, “Do you tell him about my…” “Miss Sara Owen.” The keeper was standing at the door of the class. Everybody looked at her. Sara Owen stood up from her seat. “
Sara Owen exited the dressing room and placed the items on the bed. He grew accustomed to Sara Owen's choice of tie, watch, and handkerchief. She buttoned his black shirt and began putting on his tie. He studied her smoky eyes. The woman carefully adorned herself so as not to flaunt her body. Her beauty, though, radiated charm. He couldn't help but grabbed her waist. The woman had annoyed his patience. When she finished and raised her head to look at him, expecting him to leave her, she found his gaze warm and profound. His gaze shifted to her lovely face as if he was attempting to keep his heart in an inspection. "You didn't cover up your thighs." His voice was enticing and down. "I will change the dress." She looked at his masculine chest. “Look at me when I am talking to you.” He articulated. She didn’t want to initiate his outrage. She had experienced from the last party that he hated her exposed body. "Black eyes, black dress. You want me to annihilate another Mr White?" He
"Look at them. They are deeply into each other. Do you still wish to disregard their affection?" Sara Owen looked at him with her genuine smile, “I think we should not talk about them.” She found a couch to sit on. Rudra Reddy sat beside her. Her gaze was on her husband and his gaze was on her beautiful face. He had seen her at parties. He had seen her in her routine life. She always looked adorable and naive. She did not need to make up to look captivating. Rudra Reddy’s eyes darkened when he saw sadness in her deep eyes. He followed her gaze and looked at the sweet couple. “Did you know he was going to take you here?” Sara Owen smiled at him, “Yes.” “It will be hard to see them. You should have refused.” “I can't refuse him for anything even if I want to.” “How can you see him with his girlfriend?” “At least he's happy!” She looked at her husband who had a slight smile on his thin lips. How attractive he was! “Come with me.” He didn’t let her sit there. He held her palm an
Sara Owen fought back. But he intensified his grip on her and buried his face in her neck. His unexpected actions worried her, and she began to push him. "Let me go." "Don't go. Allow me to love you." He gasped at her neck. "Please…" She pushed him with all of her might. Her eyes were filled with tears. "I considered you as my good friend. But I had no idea there was an error in your purpose. I should not have trusted you. I really shouldn't have..." She fought back tears. He panted while glancing at her back as she turned. "He'll never fall in love with you." Hearing his serious voice, Sara Owen took a deep breath and turned bravely. "He has feelings for her. He'll kick you out of his life soon." He added. “He is my husband. And I accept every decision he makes. I don't want you to look at me anymore." Sara Owen walked arrogantly off the terrace. Rudra Reddy tugged the items off the table and staggered weakly onto the couch. That woman was his most ardent longing. He was det
Someone was attempting to open it. They were alarmed. A man dragged her to the rest room squeezing her mouth tighter. The short man crept behind the closed door and waited. The door swung unexpectedly. Swallowing saliva, everyone awaited the person to enter the suit. When nobody entered even after a while, they exchanged their gaze in a trance. After a bit, the short man relaxed, lowered the rode, and came to the door to close it. A towering young man strangled him as soon as the short man approached the door. Men flocked to him like wild hounds as he took his first step inside. He was stronger like an elephant that threw away the short man and fought with the remaining four. He was an expert fighter. He used to go to the gym daily. He was a taekwondo black belt. He had made his college boxing championship debut. He had no trouble with those four. "Please leave me." He could hear her voice coming from the bathroom. He vanquished all four and proceeded to the restroom. When he slamme
Ryan Jenkins gazed at her in surprise. She remained steady facing humiliation by Samira Reddy, hatred by Scarlette Reddy, and ignorance by Yohan Dixon. Was love that compelling? Ryan Jenkins sat on the couch with a cigarette. He expelled a puff of smoke and turned to face her slim back. She was a good and honest woman. She was plain, but she was lovelier than Samira Reddy. She was not as elegant as Samira Reddy, but she was more down to earth. Why did Yohan Dixon want to be with Samira Reddy after ignoring such a graceful woman? He had a talent for detecting people's souls. Why couldn't he see her untainted soul till now? Another hour had passed. She remained still. In a hurry, Ryan Jenkins put the cigarette in the trashcan and exited the ward. He phoned Dixon Villa to inform them about Yohan Dixon's critical injuries. When he returned to the ward, he couldn’t see Sara Owen there. Then a nurse rushed to him and informed that she was taken to her room as she had fainted while standin
Sara Owen arrived at the private emergency ward where her husband was being treated. She gazed at him through the glass wall. He remained the same. There were no motions, and the person was unhealthy and chilly. Her eyes were welling up with tears. His eyes were closed and he had a pallid face. Sara Owen began to feel remorse after viewing his condition because today he returned after touching death because of her. She was the reason he had to withstand the pain. She was the reason... For everything. She was kidnapped and forced by six men. Those six men would have tarnished her if he hadn't arrived on time. They had stretched her legs and the short man was about to enter her when Yohan Dixon knocked on the door. Sara Owen fell back weakly against the glass wall. The terrifying scene gave her goosebumps. Which expression would she give her husband? She closed her eyes and leaned back stumbling on the ground. She was embarrassed. Yohan Dixon had never slept so sickly. He was uninte
Yohan Dixon grabbed her shattered lips as she inhaled deeply. He kissed her. It was mild and powerless at the same time as effective and intense. Sara Owen held his arms. The slightest touch of the woman ignited his emotions. He intensified the kiss. She tightened her eyelids and let him steal her anguish. Her enticing saliva and heated breaths compelled him to touch her. He kissed her as if he wanted to turn back the clock. He wouldn't mind if his heart forgot its limitations and abandoned patience. He couldn't bear the thought of what was about to happen to her. He glanced at her warmly as she ran out of breath. He was overcome with emotion for her. He'd never been afraid like he was last night while looking for her. Sara Owen's gaze darkened when she saw blood on his palm. "Yohan..." He looked at it. She turned and looked at the tubes. "You removed those needles?" He held her face in his cold palms, "Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to evade my gaze." His voice was low
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