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

After watching James Crawford, Aarvi felt the need to find a strong assistant to Nikun. She closed her eyes and breathed. She believed Nikun could handle this yet.

"What's wrong, Cupcake?" Aaron looked out of the window. His eyes narrowed at the man who was walking between five men. He was in his early fifties, the suit on his body and upright posture made him look younger. He was wearing golden rim glass that gave a stern look to his face. He identified the old man as he got closer. "James Crawford!?" His voice reached her ears.

He sat back and looked at her complex expression. For a moment he thought she might want to meet him, "Cupcake, he is Nick's mentor. Do you wanna meet him?"

He suddenly paused. Aarvi didn't hire him, there are no major cases in Mocon. So what is James Crawford doing in Mocon out of all the cities?

Suddenly the little frame leaped on him, "Ronron, you are the solution to all my problems."

One Faces Their Level of Problems