LOGIN"N-N-No, I'm joining my hands in front of you not today, it hurts a lot." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Come here, fast!!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-No, please let me go. Don't do this." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her scarf away from her. ________ Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her?
View MoreThe food arrived shortly after. Placed neatly on the table. Fresh. Warm. Nutritious. Exactly the kind of meal the doctor would approve of. Unfortunately Inaayat was too tired to care. She looked at the food. Then at the bed. Then at the food again. The decision seemed obvious. Sleep. She was halfway through lying down when Ryker's voice stopped her. "Pehele khana kha lijiye." He said. She blinked slowly. (Translation: Have food first.) "Nahi hum bohot thak gaye hain." She said tiredly, almost whining to sleep. (Translation: No, I'm so tired.) "Mujhe pata hai bacche. Bas thoda sa kha lijiye." He said walking close to her. (Translation: I know, kiddo. Have a little.) "Hum kal kha lenge..." Her eyes were already closing. (Translation: I'll eat tomorrow...) "Nahi. Abhi hi khayengi aap." He said strictly and she automatically pouted. (Translation: No. You'll eat right now.) Five minutes later, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed again. Looking mildly of
Finally, she looked toward the cashier nervously. Then at the notes in her hands. Then at Ryker. Then at the notes again. Very carefully, hesitantly she spoke. "Kitne hue?" She asked the cashier. (Translation: How much?) The cashier repeated the amount politely. Immediately her expression became intensely serious. She moved toward a small empty section of the counter. Placed the notes down. And began counting. One by one. Slowly. Carefully. Fully concentrated. As if handling treasure. The cashier waited patiently. The salesman watched with amusement. Ryker stood beside her silently. Every note was checked, twice. Straightened. Counted again. Then recounted. Then separated. Then counted one more time just to be sure. Just like Nancy and Arjun had taught her. Several minutes later, she finally turned toward Ryker. Holding the stack. Concern written all over her face. "Yeh theek hai ji?" She asked carefully. (Translation: Is it correct?) "Hm." He just hummed still not t
Since the day, they went to the hospital he never forgot to give her medicines on time. She made a sulking face but it won't work on him and she knew it. She has enough of those medicines and whenever she tries to avoid it, he finds ways to give her. But suddenly she remembered they didn't have any spoon so how would he dissolve the pills. She giggled at her thoughts while he glanced at her silently. He uncapped the water bottle and took a small amount of water in the cap of the bottle and put the pills in it, rotating it. Inaayat's smile faltered and she looked at him with a visible frown on her face. "Mujhe pata hai, aap ke iss chhote se dimaag mein kya-kya chalta hai." He said glancing at her briefly. (Translation: I know exactly what goes on inside that little mind of yours.) She pouted automatically and made a long face but it wasn't going to work on him. He extended the cap towards her, she looked at it as if it was the most disgusting thing in the world. If it was home
The shopping bags rustled softly in his hands as they stepped out of the store. The evening had deepened while they were inside. Golden sunlight was fading slowly into orange. The market lights had begun coming alive one by one. Strings of decorative bulbs glowed above the streets. Shops shone brightly. People moved around carrying bags and laughing with their families. Everything felt busy. Alive. Festive. Yet between Ryker and Inaayat, silence walked comfortably beside them. Not awkward. Not forced. Just... familiar. A few steps ahead Urvashi had already walked toward the car. Perhaps too eager to leave. Perhaps too eager to put some distance between herself and Ryker after what had happened inside. She opened the trunk. Started placing her shopping bags inside. Focused entirely on that task. Not paying attention to them anymore. Meanwhile, Inaayat continued walking beside Ryker quietly. Her hand wrapped carefully around his arm which was carrying shopping bags, she had insi
If she would have left anything even from the leftovers then it would go straight down the drain. No one would even touch the plate after that if they would get to know about it but here he is transferring all of her leftover food into his so casually like it doesn't matter if it was a leftover.
The glass doors slid open. A rush of cool, artificial air hit them the moment Ryker stepped inside with Inaayat in his arms. Bright white lights. Sharp smell of antiseptic. Voices- layered, overlapping. Footsteps echoing across polished floors. Everything was… too much. Too unfamiliar. Too differen
The haveli had gone silent. It was past midnight now and there were no footsteps. No voices. No movement. Only the distant ticking of a clock somewhere in the corridor… and the faint rustling of night air slipping through the half-open window. Inaayat lay curled on her side, her dupatta clutched
Almost a whisper. Silence. Thick. Heavy. Dangerous. Something in his control snapped- just a little. His hand lifted brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face. Slow. Intentional. Her breath caught again. But she didn't move. Didn't pull away. His voice, when it came was no longer just prot






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