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"W-what are y-you doing?" said Meenakshi

"Taking what's precious to every girl!" Dhruv growled. 

With a single move, he teared up her Kurti, exposing her bra. Dhruv looked at her with lust filling in his eyes. 

Meenakshi tried to resist him by moving her arms and legs, but he pinned her legs too with his own.

He leaned in and harshly sucked her lips, biting them hard under his teeth. He pinched his waist, making her scream which gave his tongue entry into her mouth. He raptured her whole mouth with his tongue, enjoying the pleasure it gave to him.

Meenakshi groaned in pain. 

He released her mouth and slid to her neck, biting and kissing it down. 

Meenakshi hissed in pain, trying to move her hands from his grip. She was feeling the same sensation coming back to her. 

The feeling of vulnerability. She couldn't take it. Hot tears streamed down her eyes. 

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A single promise! 

Who knew that one promise would change the fate of the International Mafia lord Dhruv and a simple Indian girl Meenakshi. Fate tied them under the strings of marriage during their childhood and after twenty years, they are supposed to live the promise. 


Dhruv is the complete definition of ruthless while Meenakshi is the harbinger of love. Being complete opposites, how can love happen? 


Yet Meenakshi finds herself falling for his charms. But being in love with Dhruv was like being in love with danger. She had to face every blow coming from him, each time her heart shredding another piece of pain. And with each passing moment, she found herself falling deeper into the well. 

Will Meenakshi ever succeed melting the stone-hearted mafia?

Will love happen? Or fate has yet play it's dirty game?



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Passion Of Love

After she met with Dhruv, Meenakshi drove towards her house.

Sakshi walked to and fro in the corridor, waiting for Meenakshi. And to her pleasure, the doorbell rang twice, making Sakshi rush towards it.

"How was the meeting? Did he come? Did he talk to you? What did he say????"

Meenakshi walked past the room and sat on the sofa, keeping her bag beside it.

"I'll answer all your questions but first, I need a glass of water."

Sakshi ran towards the kitchen and came back with a glass full of water giving it to her.

Meenakshi drank the whole glass in a go. Her meeting with Dhruv made her body run on 440volt shocks that left her throat parched and in immediate need of water, even in this cold Chicago weather.

"I confessed to him about my feelings."

Sakshi dropped her jaw to the extent that it made her look like a comical character.

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