Her Deceiver
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She laid on the massive bed as her hands fell on either side while her hairs sprawled around beautifully. After few minutes her eyes fluttered as she started to regain the conscious. As soon as her eyes opened a sudden pain erupted in her head as if it was connected to her eye lids which were just opened now. Her hand reached to her head and massaged them to ease the pain and uneasiness. After what felt so like external she woke up to see herself laying on the bed. As soon as she got up her balance staggered as she moved here and there.a time flew away as she got her blance back and then the wheels in her head started working. She remembered everything. Tears jammed in her eyes knowing that her husband is not a common man but a mafia. A mafia who kills people and she saw that. Her body went cold afraid of him. Her husband. A sudden desperation grew in her to escape. She tried to open the door but it wasn't. When she later tried by sliding it to side that's when she realises it is a sliding door but she isn't prepared for the fact that she is literally in a flying plane. Her wife eyes darted around as a cry escaped from her mouth in helplessness. She could see the dark night trough the window. Her legs shook with the fact and staggered back making clicking sounds and she saw that same face peeking at her from the place where he sat. His face was partially out as his hawk hodded eyes gazed at her coldly and dangerously. Her legs stepped back and he rose up from the seating his all glory. The dark long hanging coat on him matched the dark aura of his. Still piercing her gaze into her he came out of the seat and took a step towards her calculatively and her breath hitched. she cautiously took a step back gripping the seats to balance her weight. And he started tp take fast steps towards her and she tried to run back in the room when his arm winded her waist and pushed her into his body.
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HIS CAPTIVE EMPRESS | 18+ | SEQUEL 1
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"His reign,my ruin"
The waiter approached with a polite smile. "Ma'am, your order please?" She glanced at him, then shifted her eyes toward the man sitting silently across the table - her husband. She gave a small nod. Her hands trembled slightly. Her heartbeat quickened. She peeked at him from the corner of her eye, then back at the menu, struggling to steady herself. "One plate Manchurian... chowmein... and dosa," she said softly. Then she looked up again, her voice barely audible. "You should order something too..." He didn't answer right away - just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Finally, he placed his order, but there was something in his tone - calm, yet cold. As if the food didn't matter. As if only she did. That's when he noticed it. A man, a few tables away, staring at her. He didn't blink. She, unaware, smiled at something the man said. Laughed softly. For a second, it was like the air around her shimmered with warmth. But in him - everything went dark. In one smooth, silent motion, he stood and walked to her. She looked up, confused... surprised. He said nothing. He simply slid her chair closer to himself with one firm hand. Now they were close. Too close. Their breaths mingled. Their hearts beat in sync - loud and unignorable. She gasped, barely able to meet his eyes. Then he turned his head sharply toward the man and glared - a look that could kill. The man froze. With a single, silent gesture, her husband told him to leave. The man stumbled back, trembling in fear. Then he leaned closer to her, his voice a dark whisper, a vow, a warning: "Tera muskurana... nazar jhukana... sirf mere liye hai. Bas mere liye." Her breath caught. She wasn't just shocked - she was claimed. Because no matter how soft his love looked on the surface... ...beneath it was obsession.![ENIGMA : UNVEILED 🥀 [ 18+ ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/376394209-256-k380521.jpg)
ENIGMA : UNVEILED 🥀 [ 18+ ]
It should've ended with distance. A silence. A closed door. But instead, it began here-pressed against a balcony wall, with her breath caught between fear and temptation, and his eyes burning with something far more dangerous than lust. He didn't touch her. Not yet. But the threat of it lingered in the space between their bodies, in the way his chest nearly brushed hers every time he exhaled. She could feel the tension rippling off him, barely contained-like a storm pacing behind his ribcage, just waiting to destroy. "You shouldn't be here," he said, voice rough, low, and shaking with restraint. But he was the one who had cornered her. He was the one who couldn't stay away. And she? She hated how much she didn't want to run. Because this-whatever this was-felt like standing on the edge of something irreversible. "You're my employee," he snapped. As if the label could cage what was already unravelling inside him. "You're a mistake I keep choosing." Her eyes met his-furious, pained, exposed. "I never asked you to," she said, but her voice cracked around the lie. His hand lifted slowly, brushing the side of her jaw with a touch that contradicted everything his words said. Possessive. Tender. He stared at her like she was the very thing he was never meant to want-and the only thing he couldn't stop needing. "I've spent years building walls to stay in control," he muttered, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "You walk in and wreck all of it... without even trying." She swallowed hard. This wasn't love. This wasn't even hate. This was obsession-raw, electric, and utterly doomed. And as his lips hovered over hers, trembling with the weight of a thousand wrong intentions, they both knew- 🥀It started with a look. It spiraled with a touch. And before they could stop it, they were already each other's greatest undoing.
Highest ranks #1 IN ACTION { ON 30TH AUGUST 2017} #2 IN ACTION { ON 27TH AUGUST 2017} #4 IN ACTION { ON 25TH AUGUST 2017 } #6 IN ACTION { ON 23TH AUGUST 2017} On her way to going home, an incident changed Pooja's life forever. As Dominic Giovanni entered into her life. He is the Head of most feared mafia gang of Italy and fell in love with her. She didn't knew about that he is a Mafia. Danger is luring around her. Will Dominic be able to save her? What if she got to know about the reality of Dominic? Will she stay or leave Dominic? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Suddenly door brust open and I saw Pooja standing there. "You, Mr. Arrogant how dare you to house arrest me", she spat. "Pooja, behave you are in office. I don't tolerate people who disrespects me", I said. "See, no one is here. Our conversation is fully private. Now I can call you whatever I want and I want you to take your orders back of house arresting me", she said angrily. I got up from my chair and moved towards her. "And why will I do so?", I moved towards her, she subconsciously took a step back . "Because, I'm not your possession who you keep locked up in your locker", she answered me fearlessly. I must say, my girl is fearlessly and bad ass. And I don't want her to change . I like the way she is, straightforward, helping, kind and caring. "Oh! Really. But you are my precious possession Pooja, and it's my duty to keep my precious thing safe, I don't like losing my things. My things only belongs to me", I said while taking step towards her. Her legs hit the furniture right behind her and before she could fell on floor. I caught her by her waist. For a moment my gaze locked with her brown one. I subconsciously reduced the distance between my lips and hers. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Get ready to witness this amazing story. How a ruthless mafia has been able to change himself for his love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
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