"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...
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" Pl..ea..se..." Samaira whispered in a choked shaken voice in a pleading tone gazing at Veeransh green eyes which was Blank.
" Ahhhh...."
But in a swift motion he throwes that knife towards the man who was smiling meniacly with evilness in his eyes , and everyone presented their gasped in horror.
" Game over ,Vikram Singh Rathore " Veeransh roared laughing maniacally glaring at everyone presented their as he was warning everyone his voice held so much power that it echoed hard in that club making everyone flinch and then that man eyes went towards his heart where pool of blood was forming as he fell on the floor with a thud but the smirk on his lips didn't get unnoticed by Veeransh.within seconds the whole club was empty the only person presented there was Veeransh and samaira.
A sob was heard by Veeransh and that was then he realised that samaira was there too she witnessed everything she saw his real form she saw everything. He rushed to her who was hiding behind the pillar sobbing hard he immediately hugged her stroking her hair trying to calm her.
" It's okay it's okay " he cooed in her ears in a soft voice who was trembling in his arms crying bitterly.
" You are safe " he said while stroking her hair and caressing her back the way she was trembling made Veeransh scared there's no way he would kill his life the moment her breath stop he will die too. He would choose to leave this organisation rather then her who is the reason of his breath his whole existence belongs to her.
He immediately took his coat and wrapped it around her " let's go " he said and was taking her towards the gate until a deep manly voice fell into his ears stopping him between his tracks.
Veeransh froze mid-stride as a familiar voice slithered into his ears, halting him in his tracks.
“Tsk, tsk. Took you long enough, little brother.”
The deep voice sent a chill down his spine. Slowly, he turned his head, and his gaze landed on the man he was certain he had killed just minutes ago. There stood Vikram, tall and unscathed, the very same 6'2" frame, perfectly groomed hair with that notorious strand dangling rebelliously over his forehead and his whole neck covered with tattoos and a cut lying on the left eyebrows.Veeransh’s eyes narrowed in disbelief, as if hoping the figure before him would vanish like a mirage. But how could he forget? Vikram’s unique eyes—a striking heterochromia, one a piercing blue, the other a dark brown—bore down on him with a gleaming vengeance.
Descending the stairs in a sharp black tuxedo, Vikram’s every step echoed with an ominous click-clack that reverberated through the eerie silence. Veeransh clenched his fists, his burning gaze fixed on his brother’s every movement until they were face-to-face, the air between them crackling with a silent hatred.
