All Chapters of HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her craving. Mature theme ahead.“It is now your time to take responsibility. I can't let you off this easily when I finally have the chance to make you mine, Uz,” murmuring mostly to herself with that determination in mind, she barged inside. “It is about time you make amends for good.”The dark, heavy door of his aristocratic office-study opened as the soft paddling of feet approaching in his direction was heard. His ears got titled in the direction of their own accord. He couldn't help it. He was made to be a predator that was bound to prey on the weak for their survival. In his case, for unexpected danger and implications of sudden, unprecedented situations, to be precise. Similarly, sensing the presence of another, his ears perked up instantly as they picked up the sound to observe. It didn't take him long to decipher what it was, or rather, who it was. Since then and there, he knew it was her by the way she walked. More likely by the sounds of her feet, to be more precise. Afte

Preposterous demand. “Not possible.” His burning gaze shook a little while he seemed to have regained his composure after being lost in his own train of thoughts. “Can't you just take an hour off?” Blinking her eyes, she waited for the expected answer to come from him. “Seriously?” She was a fool to believe he would change just because they shared a night together. She gulped her rising anger. The command and the tone of her voice held expectations that he avoided since how long only he knew. An unsettling feeling immersed in his chest. It shouldn't have let her near him that night. He sighed. Whatever they had, it was consensual between both of them. Then why was she becoming clingy? It was her idea in the first place. I wish I hadn't given into her threats about killing herself. He sighed in irritation at her childish tactics. “Tell me, am I not even important enough to you that you could sacrifice your one hour of work for me?”Now she wanted to play the victim guard? An unseei

Her ploy.Lately, he had been smoking way too much than he usually did. If his sister-in-law were to know, he would be a goner. He was relieved she wasn't here. It wasn't a better idea to stress her out in her current state when she most needed carefree and stress-free time. Coming back to reality, he blinked. Falling back in the chair, his eyes bored into hers. Ah, she was still here. Right.“Do you? Correct me if I am wrong.”“No,” she said meekly. Still in a daze of what was being told to her. She just wanted a simple life, yet he wouldn't be able to give her that much. Her ploy of obtaining him was crumbling little by little, which was making her burn in furiousness. She knew it wouldn't be just as easy as she planned, but this? It wasn't over yet. She tried to keep her composure because the plan was still in play. “Do you realise why not?”She stayed silent. Uh, she knew very well, all right, but she didn't want to accept it. Not until he had irrefutable evidence of it against

A shade of his—torment.“Ah! Cousins, you say? And now you remember that we are?” She scoffed at that. “It's only in name and nothing else. Did you forget we are not even slightly related by blood but far from it?” His silence made her feel angrier. Whilst looking at his face, she could see the unfazed emotions, yet she knew only he was good at masking them, but he could feel just as much as she did—he had to because he was a human after all. With the weight of her words on his shoulders, she knew it was bound to distraught him in some way or another. “That doesn't matter.”Tightening her fists, she yelled at him when she got such a daft reply. “And why the fuck not?! You never thought of it when you had me pinned down! Did you? Neither did you think about when you fucked me raw! Do you?” She shot him an angry glare. “Don't you dare make me feel like I am some kind of whore you fucked a few months back and moved on simply because you paid me . Well, no. I am not! Don't you fucking d

Randhir Kumar Mishra. "Uzair, my son!" The firm voice of Randhir Kumar Mishra boomed in the four walls of the dark-themed office of Uzair. Uzair turned fully towards him from the floor-to-ceiling wall where he had been standing for a while lost in thoughts, waiting for the guest to show up. “I see, I am right on time.” “To the young man I was waiting for,” smiling with respect, Uzair walked up to him and nodded at the six-foot-one-inch old man. Sauntering towards him, slightly limping, Randhir reached him before hugging Uzair. Patting Uzair's back in pride, he gave a short laugh. “Your young man is not so young, my boy. It has grown old now.” “Don't say that, uncle. You are as young as I am,” Uzair grinned. Randhir laughed again. “And more handsome?” “And more handsome,” he confirmed. “Indeed.” They both shared a sly grin. “You seem to have changed, however. Where is the boy who barely reached to my waist? Oh my, when did you get so tall?” “I guess I am having a grow