The Politician's Girl

-one woman can be enough to crush a corrupt politician's heart-

"You look so scared of me," he chuckled in dark amusement, getting up from the couch and taking one step forward- a mischievous grin prominent in his tone. "Don't worry, little doe. I won't hurt you." He continued to patronize me, his tall height and the black gun in his hands terrifying my soul. "In fact, I find you quite adorable."

Blanched and awkward, I simply nodded while grabbing my books from the table and rushed towards the stairs. My aunt was standing at the bottom of the stairs. Seeing her there made me feel so relieved. I slowed my speed and smiled at my aunt.

"Naina, Sameer just came home. We are just having to the main house for the function. Come on. Your cousin's wedding celebrations are to begin." Aunt Nadia trailed off, her gaze abruptly moving from my face and shifting slightly above my head

I blanched as I heard footsteps stopping a few steps behind me.

"Sher Khan...you home early?"

"I had to meet someone." There was a smirk in the tone.
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Too cruel, mischievous and thoroughly amused by her fuming anger, Zaroon hated her tears yet loved terrorizing her timid ways. He was a dark and principled man who was the right-hand man of a feudal king. She was the feudal king's adopted granddaughter and a victim of extreme neglect.

She hated his arrogance and bold rejection of her feelings. He was obsessed with her innocent and intriguing ways. Both of them chose to hurt each other when secretly they were just two lonely hearts looking for ways to heal.

-This book belongs to me