FQareena

"Life was never meant to be a fairytale, but still we chose to believe that ours would have a happy ending."

Honest, straightforward, pretty and a hell of a temper, that was Gauhar Siddique. Passionate about serving the right cause and ensuring that nobody could defile the pure tenets of justice. She was a warrior of the law, and you were in deep trouble if you ever found yourself on the wrong side of her fist.

Little does she know that trouble was brewing within the paradise her father has worked hard to build.

"A little bit of deceit in the grand scheme of things never hurt anyone, especially if it were to uphold the shaky pillars of Justice."

Charming, kind, friendly and handsome a deadly combination that would lure even the best in. Altamash Ahmed Quadri was a spider who's expert manipulation wove you right into his web. And once you were in, you could never escape. That was how Youngest Director of the Fairfax and Co Solicitors worked.

How would these two opposites clash when Altamash forces Gauhar to marry him? There would be sparks and fireworks for sure. 

But why did Altamash force her to marry him? And most importantly, could these opposites ever fall in love? 

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"It's not him, it cannot be him!" I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, but his face stayed resolute. As he slowly walked towards me, I stepped away.

I couldn't let him smash everything I'd known to the ground, to wreck havoc to every notion I had held as true.

As the back of my head hit the wall behind me, I sucked in a breath. The sight of the animalistic smirk on his face scared me, he looked like he had won.

Like I was exactly where he wanted me to be.

Pushing his hands in his pockets he approached me, and stopped only when there was a hairsbreadth between us. I could feel the warmth of his breath fan my forehead.

And I couldn't breathe.

Leaning in his lips ghosted against the sensitive skin of my earlobe, "Deception my love." His voice was a smooth whisper against me, as warm as the blazing fire in his eyes and as smooth as the honey that reminded me of the colour of them.

My pulse hammered erratically on my throat and he noticed, because he chuckled softly, "it's not easy to act in a way that is against what you actually feel Gauhar. He had you fooled, just like i have your body fooled into thinking that I am going to ravish you."

"That's false." I bit out through grit teeth, my voice a vehement hiss.

He placed an arm beside my head, caging me in and looking straight into my eyes, his own were dark the amber of orbs almost eclipsed.

"It's not false and you know it, let's not deceive ourselves darling." Leaning in he inhaled a deep breath, "our bodies currently believe that we like eachother, when that's as far away from reality as could be."

He abruptly stepped away, "it was all an illusion the same way Gauhar, he had spun a lie around you. Just like I had spun one around us."

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PS: The beginning of this book is super slow, because you guys gotta get acquainted with the characters, but I promise it'll get Interesting as the story moves on. And be warned this is a slow burn novel so if your expecting instant fireworks and sparks...this is not the book for you. But if you like to feel pain and emotions (masochistic?) and bit of solving cases of law, I'm sure you'll enjoy it. 

P.PS: The book is written in the POV of the four protagonists

Anyways, you should go read the book cuz that's obviously what your here for. Happy Reading!

PREVAILS

"Damn Haru, I must say, you've got yourself a pretty decent place. Gotta admit that your husband has good taste, but then he chose you so that makes my assessment a tad bit questionable." Daniya grinned at me from her perch on the kitchen counter where I was currently preparing food for us.

"Well maybe even the best of us make mistakes sometimes." She shrugged, earning a tomato to her face which she expertly dodged while taking a huge bite of the carrot I was currently grating.

As I cut the vegetables for our sandwiches I couldn't help but feel a little dejected at the thought that Altamash hadn't so much as touched the dinner I had prepared for him yesterday. I never usually made food for anybody, especially not for men who went around acting like pricks.

But the look on his face after my outburst was glued onto my brain and try as I might I couldn't shake off the niggling sense of guilt that I had hurt him more than I had expected to.

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