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

Breathing deeply at the door of his penthouse, 'Until I won't talk to Little Heart, she will continue to torture me.' Shawn thought and went to her penthouse.

He rang the doorbell to alert her he was entering inside. Then he pressed the unlocking digits on the door lock and entered inside looking as though he was burning in rage.

A stark contrast to his place, his ears perked up at the pleasant music playing in the living hall. His eyes scanned around and stopped at the soothing tone emerging from the piano.

The keynotes abruptly stopped and he saw a pair of shimmering eyes peek above the lid of the black grand piano.

Her eyes were twinkling in mischief at the sight of him, totally unbothered about his narrowed glowering eyes and his face filled with temper.

He heard her giggle harmlessly which warmed his heart, yet he maintained his little anger. She stood up showing her whole little face behind the Piano.

Hot blood impulsiveness