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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

Meenakshi reached home in time and walked upstairs towards her room to change. She ran towards her bathroom and took a warm shower for relaxing her mind that was still dived into the aftershocks of the past incident. The warm water relaxed her body, but her mind was persistently drawing her back to the moments... The moments that haunted her like nightmares.

Those memories of endless pain, that her devil always used to give her were resurfacing due to the recent incident she faced.

Little Meenakshi was screaming in agony, as her Baba pressed the cigarette butt on her soft, pale skin. Its intolerable pain burned her skin to the extent, leaving a deep scar behind. The devil didn't have a cigarette holder nearby, so decided to put it on her body, enjoying the screams that echoed through those walls. Later he pulled her up and threw her on the bed, the same bed where she faced the monster in him, every single night.

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