A Glimpse of the Future
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 47m
Complete, First published Sep 27, 2020
Mature
"The words that already wrought are set to fire, Dark moon rises over the Devils Mount. The changeling deity shall face a dire, 
Till bodies fill beyond count. 

Yet the sun trace its course, 
Through the lands of scorching death
To walk the path in her own enemy's boots."

"To the underworld?" Karmic asked. But she didn't received any reaction nor words.

Hecate appeared out of nowhere, for a second she stood quite still, till she exclaimed, "There is something moving in the Spiritual realm. The underworld's now burning, Dark moon is phasing, Omen of doom approaching!"

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31 parts Ongoing

*Airyana* In a husky whisper, Dhairya leaned into her ear. "I told you... I don't talk. I prove it with my actions." He spun her around to face him, holding her waist tightly with one hand, while the other slid to the back of her neck. Before she could protest, he kissed her. At first, the kiss was soft, almost tender, but it quickly deepened into something more forceful, more intense. His hands roamed over her body, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough. Aradhana struggled against him, trying to push him away. She bit down on her lip to stop him, hoping it would make him pull back. But instead, Dhairya retaliated, biting her lip harder, causing it to bleed. A sharp pain shot through her, and she felt the warmth of her blood trickling down the side of her mouth. *Ruvinash* Avinash smiled but didn't give in. Ruhi jumped to reach it, but lost her balance. She closed her eyes, bracing for the fall, but two strong arms caught her. She opened her eyes to find herself in Avinash's embrace, their faces inches apart. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Ruhi, flustered, grabbed the book from his hand as he snapped out of his thoughts. She pushed him away playfully and said, "Everything is fair in love and war." "Okay then," he replied, pulling her close again with a jerk. *Ishika* Do I play it subtle? Or do I just-no, no, Mishika, calm down. You can't come on too strong. Play it cool. Play it safe. Just... make sure you stay close. Give him little hints. Smile when he looks your way. Laugh at his jokes, even if they're terrible. Basically, be the charming, irresistible version of yourself. Simple, right? Ugh, who am I kidding? Nothing about this is simple. But I'll figure it out. I mean, this is Jay Malhotra we're talking about. And if there's one thing I've learned, it's that sometimes, you have to fight for what-or who-you want. And I want him. Game on, Jay Malhotra. Game on. ____________________________________