Two people, who hate each other to the core and are always ready to choke each other, are now tangled in fate.
Are they going to accept fate or rebel against it?
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Devikha - “Arghhhhhhhhhhhh” She screamed in pain remembering her man being kissed by someone in front of her own eyes.
After seeing both men kissed in front of her, she left the party and hailed a cab to her home.
As soon as she reached, everything in her home got broken because of her anger. She throws everything and screams in pain and anger.
Her brother, who was looking at her in pain and anger, sighed and walked towards her.
Jackson - “Devikha, What happened? Why are you behaving like this?” He asked in a stern voice.
Jackson, a well known businessman in the same field as Tharn and Type. A step brother to devikha. Their sibling bond is stronger and pure than blood siblings. That's the actual problem.
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Devikha - “He kissed my man, phi. He kissed him in front of my eyes. How dare he touch what's mine? He is fucking mine. Just mine only. I can do anything for him and go to any extent for him. I love him, phi. I love him so much. Am doing so much for him yet he kissed another man. I fucking want to kill him.” Her eyes became red in anger, wanting to kill the person who kissed her man.
Jackson sighed. He knows how much his sister loves him. He embraced her in a warm hug.
Jackson - “He is only yours, my baby. I will make it happen. Don't cry na. It breaks your phi's heart.” She tightened hold around his brother, already knowing her brother was always by her side only.
Devikha - “I want him, phi.”
Jackson - “He is yours. Trust me.” She nodded against his chest.
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He stirred in his sleep when sun rays fell on his beautiful honey skin through curtains. He groaned as he stretched his arms feeling, he had very good sleep last night.
He slowly sat up on the bed but hissed in pain, that shooting from his butt. His eyes furrowed in confusion as to why his butt hurting. He looked around, seeing an unfamiliar room. He squinted his eyes, trying to remember how he ended up in this unfamiliar room.
He remembered how he got drunk, Mild came and gave him the hotel room key card.
Type - “That explains why I am in this room. But why does my butt hurt?” He mumbled, thinking he might fall on something when he was drunk.
