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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 felt a lone tear trickle down her eye, as she found the 70th call gone unanswered.

Anirudh dashed around the corridor, trying to get hold of a second number of Sakshi, but to no avail.

"Ryan, do you have any other contact number for Sakshi?" He asked

Ryan nodded his head in negative, his expressions more or less torn with inner turmoil.

The tension intensified in the hall, in tune with the unsettling silence, subsequently broken by Meenakshi.

"Enough of all this! Dad, I'm going to Sakshi's house."

"You're not going alone. Ryan! get the car keys." Anirudh ordered.

Meenakshi cupped her mouth with her palm, witnessing the unconscious figure of the watchman lying on the floor.

Anirudh strode a few steps towards the door, only to find it unlocked.

"Something has gone wrong here".

Drift Apart