"Please, don't do this....give me some time....i will pay you back....please..." My voice was barely audible, still i managed to plead. He averted his gaze immediately. "Stop this drama"- He concentrated on his phone. "Please,,,,don't do this....." This time i cried silently. I felt so helpless infront of him. "Anurag, i have a solution...why can't you offer her a job,,she will pay like this" Inaya told Anurag. I wiped my tears. I felt so thankful towards her. "What!!! Are you serious?? I don't trust her at all,,she can steal anything from this place...you know about her character also...reputed people works here" My heart crashed brutally after hearing him. I stayed absolutely frozen. "Also she is not that much educated to deserve a job in a multinational company" He added. "Then give her something upto her level" Inaya said. A few minutes of silence covered the room. I stood just like that but i felt a scorching gaze all over me. "Okay,,,i have decided to give her a job" Anurag broke the silence. "She can be the sweeper of our building, that will match her standards i guess" I didn't utter anything and Inaya also went silent. She slowly walked out of the room after hearing that. "Are you ready then to join from tomorrow? I will pay you 10k per month,,,,you can pay me every month whatever amount you want....when the 2 lakhs will be paid, you can move wherever you want" He said while placing his legs above his desk. I have no other options left than this. I nodded my head and agreed to his proposal. "Now leave" He said on his cold tone. "I....want....some...advance" I told him by gathering my courage. Suddenly he took out some money from his wallet and threw at my face. I bent a little and picked up the money from the ground by gulping my self respect. Only my Benu's face appeared in my mind and gave me strength. I won't mind his humiliations. I have faced worst.

Not just a marriage, but a settlement Not just a bond, but a custom, Not just a consummation, but a requirement. Not just a story, but much more than that. Its a short story..... So hop on the boat n relish the enigmatic journey. Name of character will remain as sidharth n sana only. This book contain mature content 🔞 #1 on feelings

The Alif Series #1 IBTIDAA- ابتدا Noun, Feminine beginning, commencement It is never too late for a new beginning of life. The story of Bakhtaawar Zayd and Gulaisha Bakhtaawar. How they struggle through daily life and yet come out victorious every single time. All for their babies. For their Saifaan, Yaaseen and their baby girl Mehtaab! ابتدا

The Alif Series #4 IZHAAR اظہار Noun, Masculine disclosure, manifestation expression, statement, demonstration The story of Yaaseen and Yumna. Of a child from a dysfunctional family and her partner from the most functional of families ever. Of how one helps the other experience life with rozy glasses on. Of how one expresses love for the one who doesn't think she deserves it. Of their love story.

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!

A girl who decided her future with the one who was chosen for her by the elders long ago and fought with the people who say even a word regarding the madness of it. The guy who doesn't want this, thinking it as madness and wants to have the future in a way how he decides it and chooses it. What happens when the reality crashes upon the girl and the guy cannot do anything to go along with his wishes and those two get thrown together? A married life started with too much of baggage in each of their minds and confusions regarding how to take any step in it without wobbling. Let's see whether maybe their wobbling can help them...

She never grew up and he grew up too fast. She was an optimist and he a pessimist. She saw the good in people and he found faults in people. She loves him and he hates her. And then they met. Cover Courtesy : ImOrginal aka Nithya

This isn't a deep book about first loves or self-discovery. If you want a book like that, I'd be happy to recommend one, but I don't have that kind of story to tell. Instead my story is about rash decisions and finding out that your dream guy is bad in bed. It's the story of when I finally went skinny dipping, and how my life was never the same again. Oh, and it's also the story of my freshman year of college and realizing Mr. Right might have been there all along.

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."