Coercive relationships and immoral characters appear. Read at your discretion.
OBSESSION AT FIRST SIGHT ⚠️🔞
It's the first time he has been craving someone like this.
The urge to go mad if he doesn't hug her right away. Even though he hugs her ever...
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"Okay." Junaid got up from the sofa. On the tea table was a bottle of his drink. Sahar, who found cigarette ash in the bottle, frowned.
"I told you not to smoke at home."
"Who is the person who rented this apartment? Our parents are against your independence, and didn't you ask me for help?"
"But I don't like it. The house smells bad."
"That's why I brought a diffuser as a gift."
"Bhai!"
"Okay, I'm not going to continue anymore."
Junaid kicked his tongue and headed to the front door.
"I'm going."
"Drive carefully. The roads are slippery."
Instead of answering, he waved his hand and disappeared.
***
The lobby of the Kingsley Hotel, which has a year-end atmosphere, was crowded with beautifully dressed people. It was even more so in the banquet hall where various gatherings including year-end parties were held. As these were also places where executives and employees of large companies gathered, more security personnel were deployed than usual, and everyone seemed busy being wary of their surroundings.
"Madam."
Sahar, who just arrived in the lobby, was a little embarrassed. It was because of the name of Mr Kamran, who was waiting for her. When their eyes met, he bowed politely. She also said hello.
"Hello."
"Yes, Madam."
"Ah..." She smiled awkwardly. She was called the youngest in the house, and suddenly to be called a Madam felt strange.
"The director is waiting for you. This way."
It was a small waiting room where Mr Kamran arrived. Next to the Meadow Hall, where the meeting will begin shortly.
"Let's go in."
When Mr Kanran opened the door, she looked around the room with a little surprise.
The waiting room looked like a European salon in the early 20th century. While she was gazing at the Art Nouveau-style sculptures and paintings placed here and there, she heard a familiar voice from the window.
"You're just in time."
His eyes shook for a moment.
"What did you ride?"
Sahar, who was staring blankly at him, suddenly came to her senses. This is because of Kavian's voice.
