fuck family dinners part-II _____They are having a baby. That means my brother is going to deliver an heir, already. I love my brother but the idea of his spawn ruling my business, the business I had built, is a little hard to digest. The room fills up with congratulations and love yous. And I can do is stare at my inevitable future."Nicolas congratulate your brother," my mother softly mumbles. But what I did was to stare at her for a full minute. Ayushi's hot glare met my eyes from across the table letting me know she is not happy. "I'm so happy for you guys," she congratulates again with a smile on her face but her eyes holding mine."We are happy too," my brother says gently kissing his wife.She wants me to congratulate them. "I'm happy for you too, brother," I said. Gabriella twisted around in her seat, her legs touching mine. "Yeah, congratulations."My mother is the only one who acknowledged her presence. "Thank you, darling." I noticed Max sitting a little t

CHAPTER - 24 | cross my heart hope to die____________before diving into this chapter. Please try to share your views. I tested something with the last chapters. do you guys want more chill chapters like them or not? please share your views and dont forget to vote. _________Memories are a little recollection of what we have been through, good or bad. Just like life. The greed within us tells us to never let go of those good memories and always then confides us to erase the bad memories. How can I explain this? I don't know. I just know that there have been days when the only thing giving me the company was my pillow and the half-empty bottle of vodka, and now suddenly there is someone else, him. Someone to hold my hand, during my nightmares, someone to kiss me in my sleep and tell me everything is alright.How poetic is the dire need to have someone, but the question I ask is? is this love? Am I in love with him? I, Ayushi Tanwar am fucked. I woke up to an empty bed, feeli

CHAPTER 26 | the 's' word. ___________After everything that went down tomorrow I was so exhausted I excused myself earlier and this time I went to my room to sleep.waking up alone feels so different now, feels like I did this to myself. at night I did feel like somebody is at my door, but when no one knocked I told myself it was just my imagination. it is silly, to want someone to want you.I lay down on my bed again groaning, burying myself in the pillows. My head shot up as someone entered my room. "You-, Cynthia. it's you. " I shook my head. "of course it's me," she said in her thick accent. "Of course," I said trying my best to hide my disappointment. "Master, wants you to get ready in 30 minutes."I dont care what he wants. "why?"she has probably seen me a million times in this house but this is the first time I can sense her eyes on me.Judging me. Almost like she is studying me up and down."Seems like he wants to take you to work with him.""work?"she looks at my face

Baby you hold me down Kira's coat, reeking of mothballs and desperation, felt like a borrowed skin, offering no real protection. His words, "He told me," were a gauntlet thrown, a challenge I wouldn't back down from. This time, fear wouldn't be my guide. I squared my shoulders, the city lights glinting like defiant stars in my eyes. Did they want me? Let them come. I'd face the shadows, the hunters, the wolves at the door, one by one if that's what it took to survive.I didn't dare to say anything about what happened just moments ago. He said I'm his. Yes, he has said it before but this time it felt personal. Like he means it, which I think should be a good thing considering there are still people out there who want me. I clomped alongside him, the anger mask cracking at the edges. The club, a vibrant tapestry moments ago, lay in tatters, its discarded decorations like fallen dreams. I couldn't bear to be in his presence any longer, the raw vulnerability exposed by his words a fire

CHAPTER - 30 | it's not the person, it's the artist in your eyes ______MyraIt's like knowing the world around you is burning and still not being able to do something.It's been almost 4 months since the last time I talked to my best friend. And since then there hasn't been a day I've not tried to get to her."Mom, when are we going back?" My 6-year-old son asks."Soon, honey," I replied with a fake smile. Lying to my son is the hardest part of his all. It's because for him I've not taken things totally into my hands.I waited the first month for her to arrive. Thinking something must've come up when she didn't arrive or answered my texts, I booked the first flight to Italy.All this because I have a stupid drive. I'm waiting here, when the right moment comes im going to throw this stupid drive in their faces.Please God, just keep her safe with him.Him.Yes, I know that son of a bitch cartel leader has her. And that is the only reason I am unable to help her. After almost a month