Maria Diolinda Casal, the reply is given to you. Kindly check. To my dear other readers, chapters are divided in half to make them affordable for every reader. This also results in a little bit of dragging but you won't be bored at all. The chapters are not sixty but around thirty due to split up. Some of the readers think I am doing this for money, so my answer to them is, you read to entertain yourself, not to make me rich. I am here to express not to impress. There will be no change in the storyline whatsoever. Thank you for your time :)
“Riya, could you please come to meet me?” Ivaan politely asked, and Riya sighed. “Ivaan, baby, I am very busy today. I’ll come later, okay?” She said as she wanted to maintain a distance from now because she knew she would be the one ending up miserable and also from now Ivaan was Mishka’s responsibility. “Can’t you even come for half an hour? Please!! I am not feeling good,” Ivaan said. “Ivaan, I promise I’ll visit you later. I really got a lot of work from your dad,” She was feeling pathetic, as she loved Ivaan dearly like she loves Kiara and Eric, but she had to pull up a strong face and distance herself from him before it complicates her life. “I’m hanging up, Ivaan. Finish your homework, your dad will be home around seven.” She said and ended the call. She sat back in her recliner. ‘I shouldn’t have involved myself emotionally with Ivaan.’ She thought, closing her eyes. Riya always felt a pull towards Ivaan. She didn’t really know why but she always convinced herself, saying
Christian was sitting on the passenger seat of the car looking outside in the heavy rain. “Sir, we should call the cops!” The driver said while driving the car. “Just keep driving fast. Did you tell others to look for her?” He asked one of his men in the back seat. “Yes, sir,” “We’ll find her, she was on her way coming back home,” Christian said gazing out in the heavy rain when he saw a figure walking on the opposite side of the road in blue jeans and a beige jacket, something the same that Mishka wore before leaving in the morning. “Stop!! Stop!! Take a U-turn. I think she is the one,” Christian directed and after half a mile ahead, they took a U-turn and they came behind the woman. “Stop the car!” Christian said as he quickly stepped out of the car in the heavy rain. “Mishka!!” He called her, running in her direction, but instead of stopping Mishka sped up. “Mishka!!” He yanked her arm and Mishka looked at him, flabbergasted, trying her best to get rid of him. She almost freed
“What happened?” Mishka looked puzzled. “It was raining hard three days back?” Christian raised an eyebrow but Mishka appeared clueless. “You took a taxi but didn’t reach home and when I tried to search you, I found you drenched in rain and you fell unconscious on the road.” Mishka laughed, “What rubbish?? I went to my office. I had a client…. meeting….” She trailed off as she failed to recall the event. She blinked her eyes several times, feeling completely disoriented as if something was wiped out of her memory. “Chill,” Christian smacked her arm. “Oww,” She rubbed her arm. “I guess you just love fainting on me,” He laughed, “Charms, you know!” “You wish!” She rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’ll send the doctors in.” Christian turned to leave. “At least, tell me what’s wrong with me!!!” She shouted at his retreating back. “You are mad!” He shouted leaving her ward, while she threw a pillow at the closed door. Minutes later, a team of doctors entered to check Mishka while Christi
“Are you coming back or do you want me to come to Paris?” Mishka asked Aryan. It was now over fifteen days, but he still wasn’t back.“I’ve booked my tickets! I promise I’ll be in front of you tomorrow.” Aryan answered from the other side.Mishka laughed, “This is what you are saying from the last twelve days. Your friend’s father convinced me about you extending the trip, but it’s enough now!!”“Check, I’ve emailed you ticket details,” Aryan said. “I am coming back tomorrow and don’t worry, I’ve prepared for the upcoming tests.”“Fine,” Mishka said. “Are you hiding something?” Mishka sensed something wrong. “Do you need money?”“No! Everything is fine. See you tomorrow, di,” Aryan said, and they hung up. She bunched her hair and rounded a messy bun when Kiara appeared with a shopping bag in her hand.“Mummy, Chischen asked me to give you this,” Kiara handed her the shopping bag and Mishka narrowed her eyes, taking out a plain black midi dress up to her knees and complimenting black f
Christian wore a darker shade of maroon tailored button-down collared shirt with a pair of fitted black jeans and the ex-couple was accidentally colour coordinated.Riya leaned into Christian. “I need to meet some of our business partners,” She said, pointing over to where Nikhil was standing talking to his business associates and left.Christian averted his gaze and Mishka quickly spun on her heels and sat back on the barstool, taking out her phone to distract herself, but Christian caught a glimpse of her and he strides over his long legs easing the distance between them.Christian smirked, sliding onto the vacant barstool next to her. “Hey!” He said and Mishka gulped nervously and glanced in his direction. “I see you didn’t wear the dress I sent you?” He said.“I am not a charity case!” She spat when the bartender appeared.“Whiskey with coke and a red wine for the lady,” Christian said, and the bartender walked away.“But I said I’ll charge your fiancé,” Christian said and the wor
[MATURE SCENE AHEAD] London, “Dad, Can I please tell Luke about Mishka?” Vera asked as she watched Leo taking his grey coat out of the closet. “I know you hate hiding things from him, but you promised me!” He said, turning to Vera. “I know….” She huffed. “Last night, he was very upset recalling what we both suffered all our life and now Chris is suffering through the same. He looked so disheartened, I can’t even tell you.” Vera said. “Christian is informing us from time to time that he is fine, but this isn’t helping Luke. I feel he should know that Mishka is alive.” Leo drew a deep breath. “Vera, I trusted you! But now it’s up to you if you want to tell him and create more troubles for Mishka or you wish to honour my decision.” Leo said and walked out of his room, leaving Vera confused. “Why would Luke create any trouble for Mishka?” Vera thought when the servant appeared. “Sir Rony is requesting for your presence,” She said and Vera nodded, leaving with her. *** Kiara called
Christian flipped her over on the bed and rammed into her, sweaty bare bodies slapping against each other and the room echoed with their loud moans and grunts. Christian pulled himself completely out of her and then rammed again, earning a loud whimper from her. He stopped moving inside her and bunched her hair in a fist, pulling her body against his chest. He kissed her lips, grazing with his teeth. His rough palm covered her boobs, squeezing them hard as he continued to pump into her, and Mishka moaned loudly. He gripped her neck possessively, his violent moves came to a halt with him deep inside her. “Why do I feel closely connected to you? What is it between us I don’t know about and why am I afraid to realise what it really means to me?” He whispered, blowing hot breath on the crook of her neck and when she didn’t answer him, he roughly pinched her erected bud. “I want you to answer me,” He said in a husky voice and Mishka squirmed in his arm. “I don’t know!!” She whimpered lou
“Chris.. (Phew)…. what the… (Phew)….. Fuck, are you crazy…. (Phew)” Christian didn’t let Mishka complete her sentence as he started to kiss her desperately, grazing with his teeth as if he wanted to punish her while Mishka continued to push him away. Christian turned on the showerhead and Mishka shivered under the cold water. “Look what you have done?” He brushed the hair falling on his face while his other arm was securely wrapped around Mishka, keeping her in place. Mishka was breathless with his feverish kisses. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath while Christian grinned at her. “Now you have gotten both of us wet. I have to take you again now,” His finger trailed from her collarbone to breast and Mishka caught his wrist, staring deep into his eyes. “What happened to the boldness?” He smirked. “If you think you can intimidate me like before, you are wrong!!” She pushed him back effortlessly and turned off the shower. “Like before?? What do you mean?” He knitted his eyebr