INSEPARABLE I

INSEPARABLE I

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Fiction
Romance
Dark Romance
Enemies to Lovers
Destined Love
"If I have to leave you, I'll start seeing courtesans." He stated. Unfazed, "go ahead," whispered the woman of his heartbeat. Prem took one hand off her back and brushed the loose hair at the side of her face behind her ear. "I'll make sure to pick the ones who resemble you the most." "Go ahead." Noor eyed him in a trance. Her smile sensual and smitten. "I'll take a new one to bed every night." His thumb caressed her earlobe. Noor smile widened. "Go ahead." "I'll call them by your name." He somehow managed to keep his train of thought going despite being utterly enchanted by her smile. "Go ahead." Noor confirmed in the same tone. "I'll marry Chand." He said seemingly running out of the list of things he would do with the courtesans. Her smile stumbled and a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in her eyes before she recovered it again and whispered, "go ahead." That little flicker of pain in her eyes killed Prem. "Fuck you.." he said in anguish. "Say 'go ahead' one more time." Noor let her piercing dark eyes settle into his before sensually declaring, "go ahead." Swiftly turning over so she was underneath him, Prem removed the pillow from between them at once and shot forward to find her lips... *** They are leaders of opposing provinces brought up with nothing but hate for one another. The world watches with bated breath when they come across one another in the assembly at the royal courtroom. What appears to be mere infatuation with a magnetic enemy on the surface turns out to be eternal love conspired by destiny herself. Presenting Prem and Noor in a new timeline in a different era in another world.
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"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.

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