Aaravi: "you used me, destroyed me.... all of it was a lie. Was it worth it?" Vedant: "You were nothing to more than a means to an end. Your pain? just the price I had to pay settle the score. Hating you.... that's what keep me from falling apart. You were never worth anything more than that. And yes, it was worth it." ****************** Vedant lived for revenge. Betrayed and broken, his heart had turned to stone. Aaravi, full of life and innocence, walked into his world, unknowingly stepping into a trap he had carefully set. She was his perfect target-trusting, kind, and ready to love. Vedant played his part well. His words were gentle, his actions thoughtful, and his eyes held promises that were never meant to be kept. Aaravi fell for him deeply, believing she had found her forever. But behind his charming smile was a man fueled by darkness, determined to destroy her. As Aaravi's love for Vedant grew, so did the guilt tugging at his heart. Her unconditional trust and kindness began to break through his walls, forcing him to question his plan. Could he really hurt the one person who saw the good in him, even when he couldn't see it himself? ************************ Will Vedant choose love, or will his thirst for revenge consume them both? KathleenNoir Copyright@2024 Mature Content! © All Rights Reserved

His phone buzzed, unable to resist he glanced at the screen --and his breath caught, his composure wavered at the images filled his view as she had sent him her pictures sparked by her friends teasing suggestion. The sight of her was irresistibly alluring. She lay bare, with nothing but a small pillow covering her treasures, her two melons were tantalizingly hidden from view, her delicate fingers grasping them gently. Her other hand rested sensuously on her thigh, the movement of her fingers slow and deliberate . A rush of heat surged through him, and a deep ache settled low in his core as he shifted discreetly. ****** Rudraksh Singh sekhawat was a man forged by fire this name carried weight, respect, and fear. Aarna Thakur was everything Rudraksh was not. Innocent, sheltered, and untouched by the world's harsh realities. Bound my unbreakable vow and someone's wish he found himself marrying a girl 11 years younger . His marriage was a duty, a commitment made out of obligation rather than desire. KathleenNoir Copyright@2024 Mature Content! © All Rights Reserved