Yohan Dixon kissed her wildly until she lacked oxygen. In the elevator, they burst into sweat. They looked at each other. Same gaze. Same feeling. The separation of three months hadn't affected the emotions between them. Sara Owen's eyes filled with tears. He put her down and held her face in his warm palms placing his thumbs near the corner of her eyes. "Why do you cry every time you see me?"She bit her lip and moved away from his aura. She buttoned her shirt and wiped her wet, sweaty face as she turned around. When she remained silent, his heart became tense. He drew her in by holding her arm."How often did I warn you? Look at me when I talk to you."Sara Owen jerked his arm and gave him a severe look. "I'm not that Sara Owen who lived at your villa to serve you." She said.He yanked her in closer as he grasped her collar. He clenched his teeth and growled, "How dare you talk back?" "Mr Dixon, you have forfeited your claim to me. Leave me." After releasing herself from his ar

Sara Owen kept focusing on the door leading out, where Rudra Reddy had hurriedly exited. Her quiet was once more tinged with sadness. However, loneliness was not the cause of this sadness. Those lovely memories that taught her how to live gave rise to this sadness. The downpour startled her as soon as she exited the structure. She stood beneath the roof for a time, lifting her naked shoulders in a self-hug, until her heart began to pound obnoxiously. Rain... She began thinking back to each rainy day she had spent in his warm arms. Could the theory, however, ever be realized? Her eyes tore through those raindrops and caught sight of the person she was currently missing. Surprise replaced dryness and grief in her eyes. He was present. She shook as soon as he went forward and took off his blazer. When he approached her and placed his blazer on her shaky shoulders, she averted her gaze and focused on his black, shining shoes. “Why do you never remember your coat?” His voice was alluring

Sara Owen replaced the glass of water on the table while sighing deeply. Seeing her calm, Rudra Reddy finally asked, “Who was he?” Sara Owen looked straight in a daze, “He…” Suddenly, she remembered something and looked at the handsome man who was waiting for his answer. “How did you find me?” “I was passing by and saw you.” Sara Owen sighed, “I am sorry. I wasted your time.” “Yes, you have wasted some time. But we still have time to go.” “To go? Where?” “We are going on a charity dinner. So, get ready.” Sara Owen went to the bedroom after throwing a gentle smile. Rudra Reddy leaned back on the couch while looking at the door of the bedroom. They were living under the same roof for a long time. But he hadn’t yet proposed to her. She continued to disregard his feelings even after looking into his affectionate eyes. How long would be this endured, though? Did they intend to live as husband and wife solely to show the world? Was his love little in comparison to her past suffering

It was dark everywhere. It was raining. Sara Owen had been sitting in the car hugging her chest. She was staring intently at the man's back as he smoked a cigarette outside in the drizzle. His black shirt was stuck to his body, exposing every incredible contour of his robust and manly frame. He was lowering his desire and reducing his worry by leaning on the car's bonnet. Sara Owen concerned about his health after witnessing him endure a prolonged standing in the rain. She took a peek around. They were surrounded by a jungle. He hadn't called for assistance to get out of this dangerous place. She fixed her gaze on his desk-mounted smartphone. She swallowed saliva and continued to look at him. She was more terrified of the person than she was of the darkness or the jungle. This guy was awful. How did he know she had met with the old man yesterday? How did he find out what they talked about? She let out a heavy sigh as she reclined her head back on the seat. Why was he making such at

Samira Reddy had brought him very fabricated proofs on which he had got faith. Even yet, he had no intention of abandoning Sara Owen. He had chosen to conduct his own independent investigations into each instance. When he had received the marriage documents, he simultaneously asked the divorce papers to be prepared. Believing that he would leave the woman if the marriage would be miserable for her. The documents, however, remained in the office. He had accidentally discovered those papers in his workplace the last day and had made the decision to take them home. Not to throw them on her face, he wanted to file them. But he went mad when he saw Sara Owen and Rudra Reddy in the hospital. He became disoriented and destroyed everything. However, the foolish woman was too afraid to verify his signature on those documents. He didn't sign them, either! When he discovered her disappearance in the villa the next morning, his rage subsided and he realised his mistake. He was ultimately relie