ROYAL PATCHES

ROYAL PATCHES

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It all started with a ball party... a ball dance. All the two ever wanted .. mostly likely needed were the feelings they had experienced within each others' arms They were strangers but it felt like they knew each other. And the delicious sparks of shiver ran through their spine as they lost themselves in the dance. Vahini felt like Cinderella, away from her wicked stepmom and stepsisters. Her friends were her fairy Godmother who had pulled her to the party. And she was grateful to them. She had stolen his sleep and occupied his thoughts. All he could do was long to see her and hold her. He had no idea what her name was. He had experienced love at first sight with her. And now knowing that she was the princess that he was to be married to. Eshaan's heart warmed. He was overwhelmed with happiness. She would be his wife and his queen. They two were anxious by the so-called arranged marriage, and it was their duty as royalty. They felt connected. Reliefness and longing erupted in both of them. Who had an arranged marriage in the 21 felt century? But, for this unexpected and arranged reunion. All they could do was hope for the best, For their two kingdoms And themselves, a fairytale maybe... But they had to go through their piece of rollercoaster, heartbreak, and burdens of royalty.
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Eshaani × Viraj A person who makes people bow to him. Aggression is his passion and anger is in his blood. Ruthless and destructive force named VIRAJ THAKUR; enough to make people shiver and soul leave their body...but there is someone Joined hand, knees against the ground. A girl who is begging for her life. "Tumne mujse mera sab chin liya, abh mere pass bass mera naam bacha hai. Use mat chino pleasee! Main tumse haath jodkar keh rhi hun" (You have snatched everything away from me, all I have left is my name. Please don't snatch it from me, I beg you.) And within a second she was pressed against his chest with an imposing force, looking at her feet she realised SHE MESSED UP. With his index finger he raised her chin high enough to make her fearful eyes meet his raging eyes that had a hint of guilt but he brushed it away... "Princess, don't ever beg infront of anyone. Until and unless you are laying under me-with heavy breaths, sweaty body, and every inch of your fragile body being worshipped by me as you are crying and begging for more but I won't stop until I consume your whole self" he said with low and erotic voice which was hard to resist. She was shocked, feeling disgust in his arms, she struggle to free herself from his grip but it was just getting stronger. He was tightening his grip against her with every passing second. He was so close to her, her breath was getting mixed with his whiskey breath and his eyes travelling from her eyes to lips and to neck and stopped at the mole on her neck which was turning him on. Unknowingly his free hand travelled to her face caressing her cheekbone and slowly travelled to her neck making her feel electricity in her whole body... and soon stopped at her mole "Can I ?" Eshaani had every happiness one could hope for but she was still unhappy. But her plain life turned upside down when she caught the eye of Viraj. Will they make their way to the end or his obsession ends her in a dead trap?

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