"he was her dark fairytale,and she was his twisted fantasy"
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This is psychopathic Romance novel which is mix of office rom-com+marriage Romance. it doesn't contain cheating and any type of assualt.
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Tell me, butterfly...
Hello twilies ❤️ First of all i apologise for late updates since two chapters but I believe in providing quality content rather then only updating but don't worry I will try to update regularly now not daily too but the updates will be alternatively so I hope you guys can co-operate with it, and yes try to vote and leave a comment too,i love to read your comments a lot.
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( The answer is jeong guwan , is asked for the character name )
:-what was the name of Veeransh mother ?
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With a racing heartbeat and sweating profusely, I entered the apartment, and what I saw was enough to stop the air in my lungs.
The whole apartment was dark, nothing but darkness everywhere; I couldn't see anything. I took some steps forward and turned on the torch of my phone. My eyes searched for her everywhere in the apartment.
"Miss P.A.," I said in a voice loud enough for her to hear and waited for her response, my heart just praying to to be her safe and racing heartbeat stabbing at me with each passing second.
Then I heard faint whimpering and sobbing from someone. I looked around to see where the sound was coming from using the torch of my phone, and there I saw the curtain moving a little, like someone was clutching it tightly , i turned on the lights before moving in the direction.
My breathing became harsh as I took slow steps toward the curtain. Gulping hard, I slid the curtain aside, and the sight before me shook me to my core, making my eyes and heart stop at seeing her so vulnerable and broken.
Her head was down, and she was hugging her knees tightly to her chest as if someone might forcibly drag her away. Her whole body trembled with fear, and the sound of her sobbing pierced my heart deeply.
I had never thought in my life that I would see my moon, butterfly, my lifeline, so broken that it would shake me to my core.
I bent down slowly to my knees and looked at her with moistened eyes. Her hair was loose, covering her face, which was buried in her knees. She was hugging her knees tightly and trembling badly.
