Munchkin_2

'Each betrayal begins with trust' 
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‘Endure a while’ was what her grandfather said.

She endured the curses.
She endured the pain.
She endured the unfairness.
She endured the behest.
She endured the down heart.
She endured many things but what did she get in return? 

Betrayal from her own people.

‘This cruel world is not for innocents.’ She had to learn it forcefully laying on the deathbed wishing to leave the world forever.

But fate plays cruelly.

Now she is back to the same world to stand strong and smile at the evil.

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Excerpt:

Aarvi Evans typed a message shamelessly on her mobile, [I need a kiss.] Her lips tugged to a rare mischievous curve clicking on the send button.

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes, her mobile went off. She walked out of the private room of the restaurant and answered the call, “Hel…”

She was suddenly yanked to the opposite private room. Before she could absorb the situation, the door was shut, she was pinned to the wall and a pair of thin soft lips pressed on her forehead calming her nerves.

‘How naive!’ She hadn’t thought he would actually ignore his client just to give her a kiss.

A kiss!

Aaron Rivas would have called her naive if he could hear her thoughts. The next second, Aarvi’s petite face was showered with gentle pecks without leaving an inch unattended.

Aaron paused and said, “Cupcake! you hadn’t mentioned where you needed the kiss.”

He didn't let her react and locked her lips.

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The Traps of Black Swan

Aarvi had lots to talk about and also tell Aaron about their suspended communication. Being pinned against the wall, all she could think of doing was reciprocate him to his demanding, knee-weakening kiss.

He pulled her waist closer and his hand tangled with her hair as he frenzied their lips to kiss her deeply, to kiss her muddled.

He started off softly like coaxing her lips in an apology for leaving her in the mall, for ditching their date again.

Then he was demanding, making it hard for her to match his pace. It was like a complaint seeing her keep the strong up front in front of him even in her struggles.

There is nothing important for him more than her, not even his career. If people despise him for being uxorious or call him a henpecked, he will heartily accept it.

So missing her? He had craved to look at her, hear her the whole evening and night. How could he not miss her

Am I that childish?