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His life takes a turn for the better.

Prologue
Could it be that he knows, and that's why he...?"
The life of secrets, betrayal, and firm
In the midst of being lonely some days, Karalana takes a turn in life for the better.
Karalana's mind was a swirling tempest of memories.The weight of his mother's death hung heavy on his shoulders—a tragedy that had shattered his world. Though the accident had been beyond his control, the blame was inescapable.
One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the mountains, he met Sharisha. Her presence was a gentle breeze that momentarily calmed the storm in his heart. The two shared a secret beneath their imaginations, their whispered words forming an unbreakable bond.
As time passed, Karalana couldn't deny the growing connection between them. In Sharisha, he saw not just a refuge from his past but the promise of a brighter future. And so he made a decision to be by her side: he would keep his mother's death a secret from her; it was a lie born out of love.
In the glittering city of Smokey Valley and with unfamiliar faces, Karalana's trust issues deepened like a chasm in his soul. Surrounded by the wealthy elite, he felt like an outsider, a mere spectator in a world where people wore masks of politeness and privilege.
When every smile seemed to have hidden agendas. He couldn't help but wonder if, in this world of opulence, genuine connections were a rarity. The memories of his cousin's past betrayal and the weight of his tormenting memory only fueled his suspicion of everyone he met.
Yet, amid this sea of unfamiliarity,Sharisha remained his anchor. Her unwavering support and genuine affection were the glimmers of light in his darkening world. With her, he dared to believe that trust could be rekindled, even in a city where wealth and facades seemed to rule.
The unexpected marriage of Karalana and Sharisha sent shockwaves through Sanka and Abisai's circle of friends.

BLOOM OF UNSPOKEN LONGING

His pants were on the floor. His sweet stick, swollen with desire, found its way to her, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each thrust. 


His tongue seized her nipples; her craved wish; pleasure overwhelmed her; moans were erased after the other 'aah' He moved his waist against hers repeatedly as he relentlessly pulled her lower back to his cork. 


Her paper wait lightened the more he thrust, and his mouth moved from her swollen breasts to her nap back to her part as he lost it in every beat of it he missed. 


Slowly, he let go of her hands as he felt her voice fading. She grabbed him by the hair, panting and grasping, but he was far from done. He had reached a point of no return; he could not pull it off. 


He whispered, lost in her sweet company, relieving all his fury, bitterness, and pain from his relentless thrusts, when a scream echoed in his ears. 


Her craved wish