Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
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~ Los Angeles, White corp. HQ ~
Later that afternoon, Leah and Pam wrapped up work. 
As usually, they were the last from the team to leave.
Since Leah joined, the two of them are working closely together. Both are smart and sharp, and their collaboration is flawless. 
Their interaction is mostly work-related, and they didn't share with each other anything from their private life.
On their way out, Leah's stomach grumbled, indicating that it's past dinner time.
"What are your plans for dinner?", Pam asked when she noticed Leah rub her belly with a frown.
"I was thinking to eat when I reach Sophia's place, but now I will grab something on the way."
"Uhm… I don't have plans. Do you want to eat together? We can go to one of the places down the street."
Leah thought how that is a great idea. "Sure."
The two of them headed to a small Indian restaurant few blocks away. 
…
The atmosphere inside the restaurant was lively, and they needed to wait for a free table. Pam suggested that they go to a different place, but Leah held her back: "The amount of patrons should tell how good is the food. It is worth waiting for food at this place."
Pam didn't have an opinion on this. She is not used to these restaurants, considering that only recently she started earning money and is still living on a tight budget.
After twenty minutes of wait, they got seated at a table. 
Leah took care of ordering food.
"We can order few dishes and share them, family style. That way you get to taste more.", Leah said when she confirmed that Pam never tasted Indian food.
"From where are you, if you don't mind me asking?", Leah was curious.
"A small town in Kansas.", Pam responded and added when she guessed why Leah is asking: "We don't have Indian restaurants there. The closest eat-out place is McDonald's, twenty miles away."
"I see… What made you come here?"
"I escaped.", Pam said with a troubling expression.
Leah can see that there is more to that story, but it's unpleasant, and decided to change the topic. "What do you think about working for Sophia?"
Pam's eyes lit up. "I am grateful that she gave me a chance."
"You are doing great." Leah encouraged Pam when she saw that Pam is insecure.
"I am aware that I am underqualified, and I am doing my best to make up for it. I don't want her to regret hiring me."
Leah was curious about Pam's choice of words. "Underqualified? What degrees you have?"
"High school… But as soon as I save money, I plan to continue studies online."
Leah smiled and gave an encouraging nod. "Don't worry about it. If Sophia gave you a job, she does not think that you are underqualified. But it is a good thing to get an additional education. Only six months ago I got my degree in business administration. So, technically, I worked for Sophia with a high-school degree also."
Pam noticed that Leah's expression became gentle when she spoke about Sophia. "You have a good opinion of Sophia." 
Leah didn't deny it. "Yes. We went to high-school together, so I know her for a while. We lost touch when she went to college, and reconnected when she returned as a future CEO in a need of an assistant. She is great, kind, wise, generous. Benefits are amazing. I enjoyed working with her."
"Why did you leave?"
Leah sighed. "I followed my heart."
Pam realized that it didn't end well. "I am sorry."
"Don't be. Last year was an eye opening experience for me. And I had a lot of fun."
"So, why are you back?" Pam asked curiously, and quickly regretted overstepping boundaries. "Sorry, I didn't mean to poke my nose where it does not belong."
"No, it's OK. I realized that I am the only one who is willing to compromise, and it was getting more and more difficult over time. Maybe love is not for me."
"What makes you say so?"
"Ever since I started dating: guys approached me, I get high on love and before it starts it's over. And then came Isabella… energetic, wonderful, different, funny, attentive… everything was right. I could not believe that she is interested in me. And she introduced me to a whole new world. But… it was not meant to last." Leah noticed that Pam is staring at her with mouth half open. "What?"
Pam cleared her throat awkwardly and admitted her thoughts: "I didn't realize that you followed your heart for a woman."
Leah stifled a laugh. "Is that unusual?"
Pam shook her head. "I guess it's not. Sorry for my insensible reaction."
Pam looked at Leah's kind expression, and she felt guilty for judging her. For some inexplicable reason, Pam sensed that she can tell Leah her story and that Leah will not judge her, and it maybe helps explain her narrowminded reaction. 
Pam took a deep breath and spoke: "I grew up in a small place, where being different is not a good thing. As a girl, from me was expected to learn how to read and write, do the laundry, cook… marry a guy and have a lot of kids. I refused to marry son of our neighbor who courted me. I was seventeen years old when her forced himself on me and used that as a reason that I should marry him. He said that no other man will want me because I am used, but he will take the responsibility. The sad thing was that my parents agreed with his logic. I was devastated. He hurt me, and it was not enough... I was doomed to suffer for the rest of my life because he got his eyes on me. No one cared how I feel or what I want to do with my life. The only good thing was that I didn't end up pregnant. On our wedding night, I slammed a vase against his head and ran as fast as I could. Over the next few years, I moved through shelters, worked odd jobs, finished high school online from a public library… and last year I ended up in Los Angeles. I worked as a part-time waitress while applying to hundreds of jobs weekly, and I was surprised to get a call. Someone was crazy or desperate enough to think that I might be a good match as a personal assistant."
It was Leah's turn to have her mouth half open. "Wow, you have been through a lot."
Pam was happy that she was right: Leah is not judging her. "I was through a lot, but I am here now, and I will not allow Sophia to regret hiring me. I am working as hard as I can and as soon as I save enough money, I will continue my education."
"You are smart. I'm sure you will do great."
"Thanks... What are your plans?", Pam asked reluctantly. Part of her fears that Leah came back to claim her old job.
"I don't know yet. Travel maybe. I still have some savings, and many places to see. I will do charity work to get this bad-relationship karma off from me."
"Bad karma?", Pam mused. "Maybe you just need to take charge of it."
"What?" Leah didn't understand.
"My life was a mess until I decided to take charge. My parents, my siblings, my cousins, neighbors, everyone was telling me what I should do, and I listened, and I was miserable. I escaped when I was eighteen years old, and it was difficult, but I reached here, and at the age of twenty-three I am free and happy. You said it, out of all your lovers, they approached you and you are the one who got swept away. I believe that the person who takes the initiative is in charge. If you take the initiative, your love life will change because you will be the one calling the shots."
Leah frowned slightly. "Those are some deep thoughts. I need time to think about it."
The food arrived.
"I ordered everything mild in spice, since you said that you never had Indian food…", Leah explained. 
"Oh, thanks…", Pam was flustered while curiously looking at the colorful food laid out on the table. She never had anything like that. While with her parents, it was not available, and after she ran from home she was unable to afford eating in a proper restaurant like this.
The flavor explosion in Pam's mouth was unexpected and she was happy that Leah ordered mango lassi for cooling off taste buds. 
They talked about food, and Pam eagerly listened Leah's stories about her travels and asked for clarifications when needed.
Pam told herself that once she has enough money, she will travel and see (and taste) those things also.
Leah enjoyed that Pam is genuinely interested in her stories. 
With Isabella, they mostly talked about work and plans related to work and Isabella's father, and Isabella's meetings… 
For the first time in a long time Leah got to talk about things that are related to her, to someone who is attentive. It was a good feeling.
"Thank you for listening.", Leah told Pam when they left the restaurant with bellies filled with tasty food.
"Thank you for sharing your stories. I really enjoyed it.", Pam responded enthusiastically. 
Leah laughed. "You are welcome. Maybe we can repeat this?"
Pam blinked. "I would love to… Good night."
"Good night. See you tomorrow!", Leah called before entering the cab.
"See you.", Pam said, while waving at the departing cab.
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This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.

Sarah is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of a hacker Omega and her world flips when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.


***SPOILER? - START *** 
Story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***



"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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1st WARNING!!!
Contains description of sexual scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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Milia deleted her instagram account[1] after her break-up with Stephen and made a new one. Well, it sounds silly but that way Milia deleted all the chats and contacts, pictures and memories. All the posts[2] of her with Stephen and the stories[3] of their meeting up and many things Milia thought was romantic but in reality it wasn't. Milia opened a new instagram account and added her friends and acquaintances. 

Author: Oh! Yeah.. this 'online-modern-day-love' is inspired from the budding love stories in the time of pandemic. Author has no intention to hurt or disrespect anyone's feelings, religion, work, or anything. Any resemblance to the actual event is a mere coincidence because it is all of the author's imagination. 

Milia put up a decent yet a tempting profile picture. She was wearing an Indian plain blue saree, with a black netted blouse. Her back towards the camera and her hands to the sides as if she were turning and her shoulder length wavy hair flying in the air making a semi-circle which indicates that the picture is a candid one. The saree accentuated her features. The slightly deep cut blouse revealed her fair porcelain skin and her slim hands stood out as she wore a black coloured fitness band which looked slightly bigger on her small wrist. (author: rolling her eyes.. 'a fitness band over a saree? Like seriously..?')

Milia got many follow requests[4], she accepted the ones she knew. After a week or two, Justin sent her a follow request. Milia saw the notification on her phone and wondered whether to accept it or not. Milia knew in bits about Justin from Ira. (I have explained the complex relations in chapter4) After some time Milia accepted his request and then requested to follow back. Justin instantly accepted her request. For a few days, no one texted each other, but one night. 

Justin's story had information regarding some news which could create panic and Milia cross-checked the information on the internet which showed that it's a false alarm. Milia can't stand any such thing that creates panic especially when all students are getting anxiety and stress because of covid-19 [5]. Milia replies to his story saying 'this is fake news and it's creating panic amongst students.' After sometime when Justin came online and saw the message from Milia. Usually he ignores messages that are not from his friends but this message piqued his interest. 'So there's actually a girl who boldly texts strangers.' he thought and replied to her "I am sorry. My intention wasn't that but as you said it'd create panic and so I deleted it. Thanks for pointing it out." Milia saw this and smiled, she thought 'he knows he's wrong so he apologised. Seems like a nice guy.' "it's alright :)" she replied.

And from here my dear readers the story will move on. The previous chapters which seemed to have no link in between will now connect. Milia and Justin are now gonna chat and find each other very similar. Milia who is grieving over her break-up and trying to move-on will text him and talk to him about his views on life, love and responsibility. Justin who's already not a believer in love will text Milia and ask her if she believes in a 'second chance' in life and love. They both believe in vibes and get good vibes from each other. Milia is too quick to catch when Justin gets nervous and Justin is stunned to know that this stranger whom he has never met but heard off can see through people so easily. They both get attracted to each other but they both won't take the conversation beyond a casual and a healthy flirting. Some heart-fluttering moments, some moments of surprise, some moments of awkwardness and some moments of closeness. Is this texting going to turn into a 'modern day love story with an old school heart?' or.. Will they go to their separate paths? Time will decide about that. And if you readers think, how can they text a stranger so casually, this is where the catch is. Milia and Justin are Ira's best friends. Ira speaks of Milia to Justin and about Justin to Milia. Even though they haven't spoken to each other, they know about each other. And the comment section on Ira's instagram is filled with comments of these two people who comment all good and worse things on Ira's posts. They're seeing the constant friendship the opposite one has with Ira and thus they feel an unknown thread of trust tying them together in this conversation. Milia's straightforward, bold and a shameless personality in contrast to Justin's shy, nervous and immature and innocent personality is going to make a fun yet a very heart-warming conversation.
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The chapter today is short because I am cooped up with my studies. Previously it was announced that my exams might get cancelled but now it's announced saying that the university will be conducting exams and so, very unfortunately I won't be able to write everyday even though I want to. But I'll give as many updates as I can. I hope you support me and my book. Your author is a college student. And this is my fourth semester in college. I'll try and give you all as many updates as I can. That's a promise. I hope you'll understand my side. 
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The following information regarding instagram is taken from the internet for informational purposes only. 

 1. Instagram account: Instagram is a free, online photo-sharing application and social network platform that was acquired by Facebook in 2012. Instagram allows users to edit and upload photos and short videos through a mobile app. ... Users also have the option of making their profile private so that only their followers can view their posts. 
 
2. Posts: An Instagram post is a photo or video that an Instagram user shares on the platform. 

3. Stories: Instagram Stories is a feature within the Instagram app where users can capture and post related images and video content in a slideshow format. ... Stories allow the addition of text, drawings and emoticons to images or video clips. Like Snapchat, filters and augmented reality (AR) stickers are also available for Stories.

4. Follow requests: If your account is set to private, anyone who wants to see your photos or videos will have to send you a follower request. Follow Requests will appear in your Activity. To approve a request, tap Confirm. To deny a request, tap Delete.

5. Covid-19: Coronavirus disease 


"Holy mother-fucking shit! What the fuck are you doing, you pervert? Are you insane? You need some serious help, man! Stop it! Stop doing it right now, you dickhead! What is wrong with you? Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you! All right, we, here, are done for good! What a freak?" She, getting terrified by his jacking off, hurriedly stood up from the bench and started walking backward, being feared to take her eyes off of him, and hitting her leg to the table, moving it a little, and making a creaking sound.

"Oh, my god! Oh...! Oh...! What a pleasure! What a dick! Are you watching this? Look at my cock! How big it is! Oh...! Treat yourself lucky! You get the chance to see my monster! You can touch this if you want! No problem! Don't feel shy, you sexy! Touch it! Touch it with your smooth hands! Aaaah! It feels so good doing this in front of you! Haaah...! It's not much of a pleasure, doing it alone in the bathroom than in front of someone looking at our dick! Ohio...! Why are you silent! Say something, sexy! What? You got stunned by seeing my cock!" Closing his eyes, Vivaan was jerking off until he heard the creaking sound made by her. 

Opening his eyes, he saw her slowly trying to get away from him, keeping a terrified look on her face. "Hey! Where the fuck, you think you are going? Hey! Stop right there! Don't be stupid! My dick is on fire now, and I am interested only in fucking you, not chasing you. Please, come here, my sexy! Don't even try to play games with me! It's already pretty late for me! And I will die if I don't fuck you now! Please, understand! My lust is killing me from inside! Come to me! Be a good girl! Come to papa!"

At once, she turned back and started running away from him, being petrified, listening to his crazy words. "What's happening here? Who is this psycho? What's his deal anyway!" Taking out her phone from her handbag, while running, she called her boyfriend. "Where the fuck are you? Some crazy fucker is trying to **** me here! Come fast and meet me at the market bus stand. I'm running trying to get away from him! And he is...! Wait for a second, where is he? I thought he was chasing me! Where did he go?" Turning back, she couldn't find him behind her, and so she stopped and looked around for him! "Hurry up! I am scared! Come fast! I will meet you at the bus stand as we spoke." 

"Don't panic! I'm on my way and will be there any minute! Calm down for a second!" her boyfriend replied, answering the phone call. "Don't you dare hang up the call, you shit hole!" She shouted at him on the phone when he stopped talking. "Jeez! You're freaking me out, Indu! I am not hanging up the call, okay! Calm down, my darling!" he tried to chill her out.

"You said, you will be here any minute! Still, why didn't you come till now? Don't you care about me? I am your girlfriend, right! And an asshole here is trying to steal it from you, but there you are talking bullshit on the phone! Don't blame me if something happens to my pussy that you can't keep your girlfriend's pussy solely to you! Well, I reached the bus stand! Wow, what a dick? His dick was so big and giant! If you are not going to be here by the next minute, I will allow him to drill my pussy with his sexy cock!"

"I knew it! I knew you liked my cock! That was all I needed to here and what I was waiting for comes straight to my dick! Thank you for the compliment! And by the way, you look damn hot even in that traditional outfit, as I said earlier! I wonder whether I can stay alive when I see you naked! My cock is quivering violently to penetrate deep into your goddamn pussy! The wait is over!" Hearing Vivaan's voice from the backside of a bus, she slowly started ambling in fear towards the bus.

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Now, you will ask what kind of woman on earth will go looking for the rapist instead of running away? Well, she did because she is Indu, and I am the fricking author! 

She bent on her knees and peeked under the bus to see whether he was there on the backside of it, but she couldn't find him and
when she stood up, wait...! Sorry friends! I forgot to draw the line between our fellow talk and the ongoing story! Here it comes!
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And when she stood up, Vivaan got hold of her from behind and knocked her out by getting her to smell his kerchief scented with chloroform! "God! She is heavy! Ouch! Ouch...! I am sure all this weight is coming from her boobs!" He carried her on his shoulder, and after reaching his bike, he lifted her down onto the table and wake her up by sprinkling water on her face. She was merely opening her eyes and got pretty much wasted like a drunk.

"What are you eating all this time? You weigh a lot heavier than you look, sexy! Okay, jokes are over! Now, let's try to scare some shit out of the audience! Hey brunette, open your eyes and look at me! Look who is going to enjoy raping you! Remember my name! It's Vivaan! What...? Say my name! Say it, you bitch! I'll be your daddy from now on!" He slapped both her cheeks bloodred! Tearing her clothes, bra, and panties off of her, he beat the crap out of her! She was bleeding all over her body, and was moaning in pain! 

Closing both his hands, tightly into fists, he punched her in the breasts and kicked her in the stomach and in the pussy repeatedly. She was uttering an agonized moan, clutching her chest, stomach and her pussy. He then finally inserted his heated up cock into her fucked up pussy and started drilling it up so hard, rupturing its walls and making her bleed from her vagina and he violently squeezed the milk out of her breasts like an animal.

"What's happening here? What is happening to me? Am I dreaming! Is this a nightmare! Am I getting assaulted in real? I can't believe this is happening to me! Why! What did I do to deserve this suffering! I can feel the pain he is giving to me and the bruises on my body! But I can't feel my body, anymore! It's cold dead!"
Disclaimer: Some of the information below got referenced from different articles on the Internet.
Date: 08-10-2018. At CGS college.
Time: 11: 48 am.
Arjun held Ayesha close to him, embracing her warmly. "Don't you ever dare to cry! You know, I will die if you cry, my cutie pie! For each tear coming out of your eyes, my heart crumbles eight thousand times! Please, promise me, you will never cry! Promise me! And please stay away from him until I tell you! Okay, my sweetie! Promise me you will stay away from him!" 
"Sure Baby, I promise, babe! I won't hurt you again! But please don't ask my promise not to cry! They are not my tears! It's my love for you, and I can't control it! Why do you always use those death words to calm me down! Next time, you better find an alternative for that! Baby Jaan! Let's bunk the class and eat ice cream! What do you say?"
"Okay, my cutie, whatever you say!  First, let's get the fuck out of this washroom!" Holding each other's hand, they both came out of the washroom and started to their class. On their way, they met Rahul and Julie. "Hey Guys, how was your exam? It looks like you both have nailed the exam! What? Am I wrong!" Julie shook her hand with Arjun as a part of hitting on him. "What about you, Ayesha? How did you do? You look like shit! What happened to your hair! Oh my gosh, did you guys make out in the washroom?" Rahul enquired, trying to hit on Ayesha as he was one of all the boys in the college who would love to be with Ayesha. But she won't even pay attention to any of those boys's hits on her. "What...? Really! Don't feel shy! Did you guys...? I can't believe you just said that out, Rahul! It's great that these two are finally doing some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff!" Julie exclaimed, taunting Arjun and Ayesha.
"Have you gone crazy? Both of you! What kind of shit are you guys talking? You know that we both are just friends! But still, you guys are making fun of us! What the fuck? You know what! She came for me into the boy's washroom, crying for not performing her exam well, fearing that she will fail in this subject! So, I consoled her in there, till now, and here you are, making fun of her condition!" Arjun shouted at both of them angrily.
"Oh...! Sorry, Ayesha! We didn't know that before! We're truly sorry!  Where are you guys going this side? The class is on the second floor!" Rahul asked to which Arjun replied, "We are going to bunk the class and have our dinner. Ayesha is feeling very hungry." Before he even finished saying that, Julie interrupted him. "What? Didn't you hear the notice? All the students should assemble at the Auditorium within 12:30 pm! They are going to announce the batch details for the main project and the internship!"
"Holy crap! I have completely forgotten about that shit! No problem, we will meet you there on time! Come on Ayesha let's go! Hurry! We should have our dinner and reach the Audi as early as possible! Bye Rahul! Bye Julie! Let's meet at Audi!" Arjun grabbed Ayesha's hand and took her along with him away from Rahul and Julie.
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CGS College Academic Pattern:
Immediately after the seventh semester, the Authority forms batches of 4 students. The members of each batch should mingle with each other and finish their internship project as a team in the eighth semester under the college contracted companies within  3-4 months. After completing the internship program, the college will provide the students with their B.Tech certificates and pace them in their respective companies, where they finished their internship training project. 
This system, which is quite efficient in making a good student an engineer, is quite better than that in all the typical Indian colleges where students study electronics and communication engineering for four fucking years and get placed in the coding software companies like TCS which are signed to be the mass recruiters of those colleges.
Engineering Student's Frustration-It's No Fun:
For some students, it's their way of money while for others, it's their passion. Some take up engineering as a commitment to their parents, while some pursue it out of peer pressure and frustration. Many reasons are there for the students to choose Engineering as their career option. Choosing this path is quite an easy task, but working hard to make a successful career out of engineering is not everyone's cup of tea. A lot of engineering aspirants explore the actual meaning of engineering only when they start pursuing the path. 
There are nearly 5000-6000 engineering colleges in India, and there is not even a proper laboratory installed in more than 70% of them. A student, paying a fee of two-three lakhs per annum, is just getting frustration and a Degree which may or may not fetch him/her a job shortly. I need not tell you that in most cases, it doesn't. The curriculum of an Engineering college frankly does not explore any innovative or creative ideas but gives Assignments which of course, the respected faculty knows.
When students no longer find interest in this shitty academic system, they try to indulge in other sorts of activities such as smoking, consumption of Alcohol, Drugs, Bettings and womanizing by getting addicted to porn.
Students, in India, are gaining knowledge here but are going to foreign countries to fulfill their dreams and to make a better future whom our India ask for technology. In this country, everything depends on an Engineer from Agriculture to Technology. But, now talent has no respect in India.
You may be a bright student at school. But Engineering is where the happiness of getting thirty-five percent is equivalent to that of A++. Completing graduation in engineering is miles apart when you start studying it. But definitely, a day will come in your life when you graduate. Engineering is where everyone is excited to wear graduation robe. 
You would not understand the real importance of teamwork which you have studied in books so far unless you appear for engineering exams. Remember, in Engineering, to pass the exams, combine studies and night outs are the musts. Engineering is where the night before the sem exam equals to that whole semester. Engineering is where love and war is a daily routine. You cannot expect your director of the college to have a friendly chat with you. If you get called for a lecture, then better be ready to meet a grumpy director. Engineering is where proxy means a life token, where the canteen is the real classroom and where 75% attendance is a myth.
To all our fellow engineering graduates, with love.
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CGS College, Registrar office:
The Dean of Student Affairs signed the Final Batch List for approval and passed it to the Typewriter. He entered those batch details on the computer as a final draft and converted it into a pdf.
It was named The B-List. In that pdf, on page fifty-six. 
" Batch No        ::        88                                "
" Batchmates   ::       Arjun     -Section B     "
"                                   Chhaya -Section C    "
"                                   Dhruv    -Section A     "
"                                   Vivaan  -Section D     " 


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Translator: Rainbow Turtle

At the beginning of the Story Succession, six small rooms were created at the end of the stage. The number of rooms was exactly equal to the number of incarnations participating in the Story Succession.

-All incarnations, please move immediately to the Room of Secrets!

The system of the Story Succession was simple. The incarnations would communicate with the constellations through the Room of Secrets and hear all their conditions. Later, they would go up on the stage and announce the story they would receive.

There was a nameplate that said 'Incarnation Kim Dokja.' I said towards Yoo Jonghyuk, "I'll see you later."

Yoo Jonghyuk didn't respond and disappeared into his room. I entered the room and sat at a table, while the sounds from outside were completely cut off. It felt like the space was distorted.

[The Room of Secrets.]

It was one of the most confidential places in the Star Stream. The things that happened here couldn't be seen by even the dokkaebis of the channel.

[You have become the master of the Room of Secrets for one hour.]

[You have been given the administrative rights of the Room of Secrets.]

[The maximum time you can use the Room of Secrets is one hour.]

[Please make contact with as many constellations as possible in this time.]

I looked at the door with anticipation. Okay, who would be the first guest? Someone came through the door at this time. It was a floating yellow book with sacred scripture.

[Incarnation Kim Dokja. Select the Feast of Resurrection.]

...The first batter was Indian mythology.

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[The constellation 'Founder of Humanity' is looking at you.]

The negotiator from Vedas was the constellation 'Manu', who had the modifier of Founder of Humanity.' I also knew Manu's story. Of course, it wasn't because I knew Indian myths but because of Ways of Survival.

「 According to the Indian epic, Manu was the survivor of the great flood. In exchange for saving a fish, he was able to escape to the top of the Malaya Mountains in a ship prepared by the fish... 」

...I recalled this story and knew why Manu had come to negotiate. Manu was a constellation who frequently argued over the copyright for the 'Ark's Master' narrative with the constellations from Eden. In other words, this Manu was a specialist in copyright disputes among the constellations of Vedas.

"...The Master of December 25th didn't come directly?"

[Do you think he is that free? Answer simply. Will you accept the Feast of Resurrection?]

He was coming out with this attitude? In addition, the person in charge of the story, Mitra didn't come. 

[If you have ears, you will know that Vedas is one of the biggest nebula. A myriad of myths are born in Vedas and many nebulae plagiarize our myths. Especially those Eden guys...]

"That is a personal story. If I accept the Feast of Resurrection, what can Vedas give me?"

[The protection of the sun god will be with you.]

"What is the blessing of the sun god?"

[Do I have to explain everything to you? Insignificant mortal...!]

"I have one question."

[What?]

"Calling me an insignificant mortal, don't you think it is an antiquated cliche? How long will the constellations who love to tell different stories despite humans with such cliches?"

Manu's eyes widened and he glared at me.

[How dare you talk such nonsense...!]

"It is what I think."

[You have used the administrative rights of the Room of Secrets.]

[The constellation 'Founder of Humanity' has been expelled from the room!]

At my command, the Founder of Humanity was surrounded with a pale light and disappeared with a shout. He should've done well when he had the chance.

I wouldn't be suppressed by force, even if the other person was a narrative-grade constellation. It might be different after the Story Succession but now I was the one with the advantage.

"Next." I just finished speaking when someone else opened the door. It was a wanderer with an old crown. Who was this?

[Incarnation Kim Dokja, join Olympus.]

These jerks, did they read an 'Incarnation Kim Dokja' manual or something?

[The constellation 'Poked Out His Eyes' is laughing at you.]

....Poked Out His Eyes?

[It looks like you know me.]

"I heard your story when I was a university student."

[Is that so? How unexpected. A small Oriental country...!]

'Poked Out His Eyes.' He was King Oedipus who was taught in liberal arts classes. A person hated by Sophocles.

"By the way, I've already heard the proposal from the God of Wine and Ecstasy. You are here to tell me to join the Bacchus sect?"

[Bacchus? It seems that he has already approached.]

Something felt strange. Persephone attended the banquet for 'Olympus' while Dionysus told me not to believe anyone. Both of them didn't tell me to join Olympus. Yet King Oedipus opened this door from the very beginning.

[I'm not here about Bacchus. I didn't even come to exercise the copyright for the resurrection story.]

In other words, King Oedipus visited me for a reason that was completely different from the other constellations.

...Maybe this might be the representative of the 'real' Olympus?

[The story that Olympus will present to you is Lightning Carnival.]

"Huh?"

I was shocked. Lightning Carnival was the story of Zeus, one of the three leaders. Oedipus saw my expression and smiled strangely.

[It looks like you also know this story. Yes, you are right. The story we are suggesting is different from the resurrection stories of other nebulae.

"...Why are you offering me this?"

[It is because the three goddesses of fate have caught a glimpse of your fate.]

...My fate.

[Sooner or later, you will be eligible to inherit the Lightning Carnival. Of course, you could inherit my story and take the 'Blind Prophet' but... you are already rumoured to be a prophet and won't inherit my story.]

"Wait a minute. What do you mean? Why is my fate..."

[The decision is yours. However, you will definitely need Olympus. Well, until we meet again.]

Oedipus disappeared from the room. My heart was a bit disturbed. I didn't know what the 'fate' Oedipus mentioned was like but if the three goddesses of fate were involved, something similar to what they saw would happen in the future.

By the way, why was I suitable for inheriting the story of a Greek god? Their stories were inevitably...

[Hello?]

Something was about to flash through my head when a person entered my room. There was a fresh and sweet scent. A beautiful angel's face appeared in front of me. The female angel resembled a small demon.

It seemed to be Eden's turn.

"...I thought the Master of the Ark would come but you came personally."

[Are you upset that I came?]

My heart thumped after I heard the voice.

...Uriel was so cute.

"Nope, it is nice."

[I wanted to see you! Kim Dokja.]

Uriel pulled me into a surprise embrace. Our arms touched and I could feel her skin through the thin silk she was wearing. A demon... this was a demon's touch. It was an open back dress, meaning there was nowhere to place my hands. Uriel rubbed my face like I was a lovely doll and I sighed.

"I also... wanted to see you."

[Yes yes!]

It was a bit embarrassing but I was glad to meet her. Uriel was a constellation who had been with me since the beginning of the scenario.

"You are here to offer me the Messiah's Path?"

[...Ah, right! I came because of it!]

Uriel raised her head with surprise. It was an expression that showed she didn't remember why she came here. It seemed she was quite pleased to meet me.

[It must be because you are too handsome.]

"Your words are convincing."

Uriel smiled and said. [Kim Dokja, will you accept Eden's story?]

"That... I need to think a bit."

[Why? Our story is the best! It isn't comparable to other places!]

This was certainly true. The Messiah's Path was the best story in the resurrection system. There was one problem.

"I will lose something precious if I accept that story."

[Eh? Ah. T-That's right. If you choose our story, you'll become an eunuch... That can't be.]

I expected to be persuaded but unexpectedly, Uriel shook with agitation. Was it such a big deal for Uriel that I would become an eunuch? Why?

[W-What to do? If I don't bring Kim Dokja to Metatron, he won't let me use the Internet for a month... but if he accepts, Kim Dokja will become an eunuch... when that happens... oh, wait a minute. Perhaps if his position changes...?]

...What position?

[O-Okay! Kim Dokja! Don't worry too much about this problem. One way or another...!]

Uriel seemed to be filled with great determination on her own. I firmly shook my head. "I don't want it."

[Yes! It is okay if you are an eunuch...!]

"Next."

***

After that, many constellations visited me. There were places like Tamna and Guiok, as well as independent constellations.

In particular, the great-grade constellations of the Korean Peninsula gave me a lot of encouragement and didn't want me to establish a relationship with a particular nebula.

[You are the hope of our world.]

[Please don't bend your will.]

Their hearts were understanding. The great-grade constellations who had been suffering from the narrative-grade constellations were envious of me.

The negotiation time soon ended. The incarnations went up to the stage one by one. It was time to review the proposed stories and determine which ones they would inherit.

-Now, let's announce the result of the Story Succession! First, Selena Kim from the United States!

The dokkaebi on the stage had the atmosphere of a home shopping host. It was natural. Through this banquet, the bureau would make a huge amount of coins.

-Selena Kim has decided to inherit the Indomitable Aegis' story given by the 'Last Conscience' constellation! 

Selena Kim has chosen Olympus... 'Indomitable Aegis' was a story appropriate for her as the King's Guardian. 

My brain became more complicated as time passed. No matter what I chose, someone would become an enemy. If I chose no one, there would be even more enemies.

'Think carefully. The question is who exactly I should turn into an enemy.' 

Persephone said so. I faintly understood her meaning. Maybe Persephone's words were meant for all the resurrection stories.

I didn't have only one life and there were those who would want me to succeed their story in the next resurrection.

There was still a problem. Eden and Vedas definitely wouldn't yield the 'first resurrection' and even if I inherited their story, there would surely be subordinate constraints on them.

It was unavoidable. From the very beginning, the relationship between incarnation and constellation was unfair. Wait a minute, 'fairness'...?

It was finally Yoo Jonghyuk's turn to get on stage.

-The next person is the Supreme King of Seoul...

The audience gulped as Yoo Jonghyuk moved. In particular the eyes of the narrative-grade constellations were strange. They were those who wanted to gain Yoo Jonghyuk. On the other hand, there were those who showed fear...

At this moment, a thought occurred. Then Yoo Jonghyuk opened his mouth. "I..."

Dionysus had told me not to trust anyone.  However, that was only if the opponent was a constellation. I had at least one person in this place who I could believe in.

I jumped up towards the stage. I grabbed the confused Yoo Jonghyuk's hand and raised it high into the sky.

"I have something to say to you." I said while looking at the audience. The constellations looked astonished. I was able to see Uriel's expression, who seemed on the verge of fainting. I quickly glanced over the faces of the constellations.

The reason why the Story Succession wasn't fair was because the succession of a story was done in the form of one-sided 'sponsorship'. The relationship between constellation and incarnation was never equal.

[The constellation 'Maritime War God' is focused on your words!]

The strength of the narrative-grade constellations differed from the great-grade ones. Those who were in a nebulae looked down on others.

[The nebula 'Vedas' is focused on your words!]

"We have decided not to inherit your stories."

An enormous silence descended on the audience. Many eyeballs popped out as pressure poured towards Yoo Jonghyuk. Yoo Jonghyuk stared at me as I held his hand.

I grinned at him and told the constellations. "We will 'buy' your stories."

In order to make an unfair game fair, I had to first make the opponents equal.

"If you want to sell your stories to Yoo Jonghyuk and I, please make a deal with our nebula."

(TL: Mitra/Mithra is a god with many different origins (Indo, Persian, etc). There is also the Roman Mithras. The Vedic version, Mitra is part of the Vedas so I will be keeping that spelling from now on. It is also said that Mithras was born on December 25th. The author seems to have combined the Vedic Mitra and the Roman Mithras, which is why he is the Master of December 25th in this story

Wiki Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mitra).

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

I reached out and grabbed Min's shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy. 
"You know, Min, I've been thinking a bit." I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock. 
"Mm? Vesse?" Min asked cautiously. 
I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn't slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn't penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn't tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together. 
"I realized…" I continued. "That a lot of people don't tend to read author's notes and thus don't know any information about this story." 
"Re-really?" Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.
"Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don't know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress." I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp. 
"Such as?" Min's face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him. 
"For example, this story had already been out in entirety on machineslicedbread.xyz for over a year, and it is also the location of many of the writer's other erotic stories." 
"Vesse sell readers short, most know that." Min blushed. 
I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That's what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him. 
"I'm not so sure they're aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don't even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all ******* supporters." 
"Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it's tight." 
"Mmm, I'm not tight. Min is just too big." I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. "Either way, ******* support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content."
"Most reader, only want Tales…" Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure. 
"Ah, it's because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife." I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in. 
"Ahnn… t-tease!" Min cried out. "T-tell them… important things about tales." 
"Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress." 
Min gasps. "Th-then, no more us?" 
I chuckle. "Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz." 
"Ho-how many chapters so far?" 
"Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!" I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.
He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming. 
As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. "Ahh… I can't get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min's story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min's origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!" 
"Vesse, C-cumming!" 
"Cum! Cum in me, Min!" I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could. 
"I-is that all Vesse say?" Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously. 
"No… I have more… oh.. it's too good, you're driving me crazy with your cock, I can't stop cumming!" I cry out, my mind turning to mush. 
"Must say it or Min won't stop!" 
"Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I'm really going crazy, but it's the most important part!" I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min's cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. "Next month will signify the official release of Tales of a Seductress the pdf. It includes this complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all ******* supporters of $1 or more! Inkstone doesn't even allow simple bold and italics formatting, so it's a much different experience on pdf." 
"But what about future release!" Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level. 
A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min's lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again. 
"Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!" I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. "Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Its sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it's worth the author's time to release it on inkstone at all."
"So, if they don't pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!" 
"No, Min… ahn… it's so warm, I can feel it growing soft…" I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. "Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min's story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it's been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time."
With that, I lean over and take Min's lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile. 
"Basically, author greedy, want money?" Min summarized. 
"Exactly…" 
"…" 
"So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. ******* supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other ******* content including previous finished pdfs. ******* will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in ******* and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that's just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at *******.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly." 
"Sound good. What next?" 
"How about we start the Epilogue to Tales of a Seductress. Enjoy!"

After an unfortunate mishap with some stairs, I found myself in a fantasy world filled with sex and violence. Stripped of everything and turned into breeding stock by the first band of goblins I encountered, I turned to the only weapon I had available to me. Now, I’m a seductress, the first and only RPG class that weaponizes the art of seduction. I will survive this new and dangerous world the only way I know how: one person at a time.

- HELLO beautiful people you are Soo amazing. hii i am introduce my self i am indian boy who love reading and writing I am just 16 years old of course I am student .
  - so today date May 16 2020
       so this is successful stories for your.daily I am writing one story a day. 
                                              • THANK you
                                                Mr.rajput
                                                      
   
   Soo start....
                                 DAY(1)
 
      •गलत समय पर आपना मुंह मत.…... खोलिए!

       - एक बार गरमी के मौसम के अन्दर एक तालाब पूरी तरह से सूख रहा होता है. सार पानी उस तालाब का खराब
हो चुका होता है मछलियां वाहा से दूर जा चुकी होती है.
       - वाह पर तीन लोग बात कर रहे होते हैं एक हांस का
 जोड़ा जो वाह पर बात कर रहे होते हैं कि हम यह से उड़ 
कर दूसरे तालाब में चले जहेगे उसी समय वाह पर एक कछुआ आ जाता है और वो कहता है में भी चल सकता हूं.
   -हांस कहते हैं ठीक है एक काम कर हम दोनों पैर से एक लकड़ी को पकड़ा लेगे. जब हम साथ में उड़ रहे होते तो एक काम करना लकड़ी को पकड़ा लेना और जब तक हम दूसरे तालाब पर नहीं पहुच जाते लकड़ी को मत छोड़ना.
   -कछुआ कहता है ठीक है मुझे यह से ले चलो में पाका
अपना मुंह नहीं खोलुगा. पर उस कछुए ने उस तालाब के आलावा कोई जगह देखी नहीं होती है
  - हांस लकड़ी को अपने पैर में पकड़ा लेत है और कछुआ
उसे मुंह से पकड़ा लेत है और वाह उड़ जाते है अब वो तीनों बहुत उचाई पर उधते है ऊपर से कछुआ सब कुछ देख रहा होता है कछुआ सोचता है अरे उच़ाई से दुनिया
इतनी अच्छी दिखती हैं कछुआ बादल को देख रहा होता है
फिर पहाड़ हो देकता है
  -फिर वाह कछुआ पहाड़ पर कुछ इंसनो को देखता है और कहेता है अोर वाह ये सब कितना सुंदर है और जैसे वो यह कहता है वो नीचे गिर जाता है और उसकी मौत हो जाती है.


   - (शीखा): हम गलत समय पर अपना मुंह खोल देते है।….
  
                                              • Thank you.
                                                loving people!

Black took Neha to their office but his mind is only thinking about karan's words. He holds Neha very tightly

To his chest and kissed her head and cheeks.  Neha is too sad because of Karan so she didn't react at all. Black twirl her around and made her sit in a straddle position, he pulled her on his groin and loudly moaned in pleasure. Black holds her waist and kissed her head, he slowly removed her blazer and start kissing her neck, he left his deep marks on her neck to let everyone know, she belongs to him and only him.

Suddenly they heard a loud knock on the door. Black grit his teeth in anger and open the door but he is still holding Neha progressively, no one never dares to knock his cabin door like this. But when he saw Karan and Ariel on the door, he felt so happy but when he saw Neha, black felt a little bit hurt because her eyes are tightly closed because of their proximity.

Without looking behind Neha hide her face in the crock of his neck. She knew Karan is very near to her and she doesn't want to face him. Black hugged her waist. " get out before I threw both of you out of my company " said black in cold angry tone. But Ariel glare black so badly, she really doesn't like the proximity between black and Neha. Ariel badly wants to smash neha's head, she fists her hands in anger and dug her all long nails in her plan.

On the other hand, when Karan saw the closeness between Neha and black, he found himself so numb, like someone took his soul from his body very brutally. he never shared Neha with anyone before, he always tries his best to keep her away from all the males but today black is holding his Jaan like she is his property. He badly wants to stab black.

"I think this is your office, not your bedroom," said Ariel with gritted teeth, anger is clearly visible on her face. Neha tried to get up without looking them but black hold her more tightly and said " stay " in a husky tone, then he bites her earlobe.

" and Ariel I think you are standing in my office and my wife stay with me always because there are many people's who don't like my wife with me, and if you ever dare to insult my wife ill give you the worst punishment of your life and I am sure you don't want to awake my inner beast " said black in calm tone and fix neha's clothes. Black care Neha like she is his little baby.

" black you know I am here for business and Karan will do the modeling for our brands, he'll promote our all products and I made him my business partner too," said Ariel but her eyes are fixed on Neha and her proximity with black., from inside there is a lava of jealousy burning inside her. Karen also trying his best to suppress his anger but it's next to impossible.

" are they going to work with you, " asked Neha in a low tone, she doesn't want to face Karan at any point. She tried her best to hold her tears but shamelessly they fell down from her beautiful eye. Black pulled her close and kisses her head. " if you don't want to see them ill cancel this deal with her " asked black but black knew why she is asking this.

" are you out of your mind, you want to cancel this deal because of this girl, who is ex-lover of my husband or are you scared, what if she left you for my Karan, " asked Ariel with a smirk and Karan also gave a look to black.

When Karan saw the dark hickeys on neha's neck, he felt like someone burned him alive, the pain which he felt is unable to describe. And when he saw her lifeless, dull eyes, he felt like someone brutally stab his heart, he knew he is the reason for her condition. Every day, every minute, every second, he cursed himself for letting her go to Australia.

" yes, Ariel I can cancel any deal for my wife after all she is my life, my only family. And I trust my wife, I know she'll never betray me" said black and made everyone so shocked especially Neha, she quickly tilts her head and looks up, but when Neha saw black's beautiful eyes, neha's breathes stuck in her throat. Neha never saw black before like this but the trust word really hits her heart. Neha starts looking black with teary eyes. Neha never noticed black before like this.

She saw how handsome he is, she badly wants to yell on him " don't trust me " but she lost her words because of his beautiful eyes. His eyes look like a mystery and his dark expression screamed power and cruelty.

" I don't have any problem with her and her hus.........ban......... I mean Mr. Karan " said Neha with great difficulty and about to walk away from that place but black yank her back and her soft back hit with his hard rock like a chest.

" where are you going my fireball, if you want them to work with us then sign some papers," said black and gave her his pen. Without saying anything Neha signed the papers and turned her face towards Karan.

When Karan saw her dull eyes his heart clenched in pain, he badly wants to embrace her in his arms but he can't, he wants a proper plan to take Neha away from black.

" because of my wife, I am ready to work with you but Karan if I ever saw your eyes on my wife, I'll kill your head once in a blink and I am not giving you any warning, I am stating the truth front of you.so it's better if you take me seriously " said black and pulled Neha close to him by her waist.

" now you both can get out of my cabin, ill join you guys in meeting within fifteen minutes," said black and Ariel and Karan walk out.

Neha sits on the chair and gulps the glass of water, black walk near her and put his both hand both the arms of the chair. Neha rests her head on the chair but when she opened her beautiful eyes she saw black very near to her face. She becomes startled but she lowered her gaze quickly and start fiddling with her fingers. " don't trust me, Ji, please. This relationship, this bond will only hurt you. I tried my best to hate him, I tried so hard to forget him but every time when I closed my eyes I saw only his face. I still love kara........" Neha is about to take Karan's name but black put his warm finger on her sweet lips. " don't take his name or ill kill him, I can share anything but not you so it's better if you accept your fate and try your best to keep your self away from him because if I saw you near him, I don't know what I'll do with you and him " said black and Neha nod her head.

A few minutes later they both heard the alarm on the door. Black sits on his chair and opened the door.

A very handsome man walks inside his cabin, he is wearing an army dress, his expression is hard just like black.













" Sir Mr. Pratap Singh is here to buy our weapons, he is from India and urgently wants to meet you," said Laila but black made a cold face," tell him to come tomorrow I am busy right now," said black in cold hard tone but when Neha heard that the guy is from the Indian army she turned around " call him in, I am sure your boss can take a little bit time for him " said Neha to Laila but Laila is looking black for his permission. Black nod his head in approval.

Neha walks near black and sits beside him. But when Vikram Pratap Singh walked inside the cabin, he was shocked to see Neha, last time Vikram saw her in plan when she was crying so badly and today she is sitting beside an infinite money maker.

Vikram greets both of them and sits on the chair. When Neha see she smiled at him and greet him back with a little smile. she doesn't remember him. Black doesn't like her act and without discussing anything, he glared him angrily " I don't know me whatever why you came to my office but now I am not interested in any discussion so you can take leave before I call my guards and throw you out from here " said black in very cold and hard tone and Vikram face becomes pale. He is not scared of black but he came for very important work. And only black can help her but he doesn't know why black told him to get out.

" I don't know what I did wrong here but you are my only hope, I came from India and you know my country is facing too many problems nowadays, we need weapons to fight with China ( India loves your china, I am writing this because of my story .so no offense ok ). Ms. Neha, you are also Indian please try to understand me " said Vikram with a hard expression, he has all the expressions of militias. " how the fuck you know my wife's name, " asked black with fisted hands, his knuckles turned into white. " your wife " asked Vikram with shocked expressions, because last time he saw how desperately she was crying for Indian superstar Karan Khurana and now the infinite money maker calling Neha his wife.

Vikram composed his expressions when he saw how tensed Neha is and how calm black is. Vikram knew its a calmness before the storm.

" she doesn't know me because when I last time met her she was crying so badly, for Indian superstar Karan Khurana, so I dropped her to hospital," said Vikram quickly because he needs black's help at any cost. " so you are the one who helped my wife to reach that bastard " asked black in cold tone. When Neha hear all this Neha Vikram answer made black so angry and he is suppressing his anger.

" thanks a lot, Mr. Singh but may I know what kind of help you need from knight's, " asked Neha in a professional tone, black start staring Neha. " Mrs. Knight our country needs urgent help from Mr. Knight, your company recently launched new weapons, which can help our country during the fight with China. You know how to advance China is. And only your weapons can help us so it's my humble request to help me " said Vikram, and neha's heart starts pounding her chest.

" can I ask you a question Mr. Singh," asked Neha and Vikram nod his.

" what you love most in your life, your family, your job, or your dignity," asked Neha and black turned his eyes towards Vikram. " for me nothing is important than my country, not even my life," said Vikram in plain black can see the seriousness in his eyes.

" what I get in return if I help you, " asked black to Vikram and he knew black is not talking about money.

Neha holds black's hand and he moaned in pleasure when Neha touched him willingly with hopes.

" please help him, Ji, please I promise to give you whatever you want," said Neha and she is holding his hand very tightly.

Neha is not staring black she is watching his hands, black tilt her head up and kissed her closed eyes very lovingly. " I am ready to supply weapons in your country on the half amount but I want something from you," said black to Vikram and he nods his head.

Vikram can see that something is wrong between Neha and black but right now he needs black's help. So he didn't say anything to black.

Vikram quickly nods his head like an obedient military officer. " my weapons will reach to your country in the morning but I want your registration letter on my table before my weapons reached to your country " said black in hard tone and Neha left his hand and turned her gaze to see Vikram.

When Neha saw the painful expressions of Vikram, her heart clenched in pain. Neha knew why black is punishing him like that because he helped her in India.

Vikram lost all the colors from his face, he loved nothing in his life except his job and now black is asking for his life, his soul, his everything. He was five when he dreamed to become an army officer but today black asked for his soul. He knew how black is and he needs his help so very quietly he nods his head. He knew if he opened his mouth, he broke down completely in front of black and Neha.

" this is too much Ji, you are asking for his life," said Neha to black in emotional tone. " nobody gets the entire world my sunshine, everyone gets everything but nobody gets their true love, and he loves his job as a girlfriend. He helped you in India when you were running away from me and trust me if you open your mouth once again, I'll snatch everything from him " said black and Neha turned her gaze towards Vikram. " please forgive me " said Neha and without uttering a word Vikram walks out. Neha runs inside the room and splashes some water on her face. Every day she starts hating black more and more. Now she is worried about Vikram. She saw how sad he was when black asked him for registration.

When Neha walks out she didn't find black anywhere. So she opened the door and walk out. Every staff greets her with a smile. She is amazed to see his gorgeous and handsome staff. They all are looking so serious towards their work. No one is talking and laughing all are so focused on their work. " may I know where is your boss actually I am hungry " asked Neha to a beautiful girl and she gave her little smiles. " Mrs.knight he is on the 47th floor we are not allowed to go there," said that girl and Neha nod her head.

She is feeling very hungry and she wants to eat something. She doesn't want to wake black 's bad side but she is hungry so with fearful steps, she walked into the elevator and press the button of the 47th floor.

But there is a password-locked gate when Neha stand in front of that gate she cursed under her breathe but suddenly that door opened and she saw the beautiful nursery with lots of baby beds and toys. The smell of that room filled her heart with happiness. She forgets all her pain when she saw approx fifteen kids. They all are playing and telling stories to black.

Black? Yup black.

He is sitting on the floor and hearing every kid. They all are mumbling something in his ears. A beautiful girl is sitting in his lap with an angry boy.

"I hate him he pulled my braids and see I am looking like a witch " complained that little girl to black and black kissed her angry tears with a cold face. " yes because of she always play tea party and don't give me her time," said that boy and he is looking so cute. " but it's not good to hurt your friend Tammy, look, Sam and Tina, safer and Jerry, tom and Keli, everyone plays happily but why you always love to pull her leg " asked black n cold tone. Neha thought that kid will start crying after seeing his devil-like eyes but that kid hugged black tightly. " I do that to grab her attention but she always enjoys with her friends," said that boy and black kissed his head. " why you didn't tell me before, I thought you don't like me that why I always played him my friends but you are my best friend Tammy " said that little girl and kissed that boy. That boy also wiped her tears. " ok now let me make your braids " said black and made her two beautiful braids but when he turned around, he saw all the little girls ruined their braids. Black called each and every girl, he kissed their head with same cold expressions and made their braids. " they all like you " yelled all little boys angrily and black shrugged his shoulders. " because I am more handsome than you all and I love them more than you all " said black with cold tone but all boys glares him angrily. " so girls, boys are angry with me so I think I can share their chocolate mousse with you all " when kids heard about chocolate mousse they all jumped on black with happy faces.

Neha is shocked to see why kids like black so much. Why his devil-like expressions not scaring them. Without saying anything, she walks back to black's cabin. But suddenly she bumped with women. " I am so sorry Mrs. Knight " that lady apologizes to Neha and she nods her head. " what your boss is doing in kids nursery and why they are not scared of his cold behavior," asked Neha because she doesn't see any staff on this floor except this woman.

" mam, I worked in your company as a financial head, I was a prostitute and an old guy made me pregnant my brothel threw me out on the road that day Mr black helped me gave me a job and he gave his name to me and my daughter " Neha was hell shocked to hear that. Without uttering any word Neha walk away from that floor but suddenly someone pulled her inside the elevator and claimed her lips like he is carved for her from many years. He holds her waist and poured all his emotions in that kiss. Neba holds his shoulders tightly and she felt so cozy in his embrace. She grabs his hairs and kissed him back with equal passion. Their tongues are fighting for dominance and Karan let her win. Karen sucked her bottom lip and rolled his tongue on her lips. He missed her, he misses her touch, her kiss, her care. He was nothing without her but now he doesn't want anything except her. He saw in the morning how his words tore her heart.

Karen kisses her teary eyes and then he kissed her red nose. " I only love you Jaan," said Karan with heavy breaths, and Neha hugged him tightly. She cried on his shoulder. " don't worry I'll take you away from him, I still love you more than before. You are my life Jaan, yes I marry Ariel but she is my fake wife, she loves black not me trust me, love "

I pushed her in the wall and caged her between me and the wall, she whimpered in pain and closed her eyes in fear. I grab her jaws very tightly " how dare you to deny my demand " I said with gritted teeth. Her lips are trembling and I so badly wanted to kiss those plumpy, Rosy, juicy lips. Dam my jeans tight around my groin. She tried to wriggle out of grip, dam is she again trying to run away from me.
" If you dare to wriggle out of my grip, then no one can save you from me. I'll fuck you day and night, I won't let you sleep for a whole month, I'll fuck your sweet little mouth and ruin your tight little pussy with my monstrous length.I'll mark your whole body with my teeth " I said in a dangerous tone. After hearing my voice her whole body is shivering in fear.


he pushed me on the bed and hovered over me in a blink, he grabs my waist and thrust inside me very brutally. I tried my best not to scream in pain but it's next to impossible for me. I know my screams encourage him and awoke his beast but I can't do anything now because the damage is done.

" how * thrust * many* thrust * I told you * thrust * don't deny my demands * thrust " he whispered in my ears, his sweat bit drenched my and his body completely.

For a week or so everything seemed to go smoothly, and Eliza quickly dismissed the tears she had shed on the night of the durbar as fanciful. This was not the time to allow any kind of emotion to get in her way. This was a time to work. So far the staff allowed her free access to most of the castle, including the kitchens and store room, and even the women of the zenana were friendly. In fact, when she discovered Anish still kept concubines, Eliza found herself gravitating towards the women, many of whom were old and had been there since his father's time. Some of the women told stories of being brought as babies to be taken in by the castle. Many had never left the castle since. But they laughed and sewed and sang and, when she was with them, Eliza experienced a kind of camaraderie that was entirely new to her. It bore no relation to the time she'd spent in a minor girls' boarding school, courtesy of a man her mother had called an 'uncle'. His name was James Langton and Eliza knew that he was not any kind of relation at all, though she and her mother were given a small lodge on his estate and all Anna had to do in return was check up on his staff whenever he went away. Up until now the ease with which other people appeared to be rooted so securely in their world had escaped Eliza. But now, even if the women of the zenana might gossip about her when she wasn't there, Eliza didn't mind. She found them fun to be with. The girls at the boarding school had not been fun and she hadn't trusted any of them. But she only heard the women of the zenana being spiteful after one of those days when Priya had joined them, and Eliza could tell the women didn't trust their Maharani. Just as Eliza was taking a photograph of one of the younger concubines, Indira entered the room carrying a bag and speaking in English so that none of the other women could understand. 'You want to see something?' she said, with a wide grin on her face, and, looking pleased with herself, she pulled up a chair and threw herself down. 'Depends.' 'A kind of funeral.' As the words sank in, Eliza frowned. She'd had more than enough of funerals. 'You'll like it. I promise.' Eliza hesitated. She hadn't seen much of Indi since the night of the ball, when the girl had so clearly revealed her jealousy. 'Kiri is coming.' 'Really? The handmaid?' Indi nodded. 'We're meeting her in town.' Eliza made a decision and began packing up. 'I've finished here, so why not. Can't be too long though, as I want to develop the plates as soon as I get back. Is it all right if I take my Rolleiflex?' 'If you carry it in a bag over your shoulder.' She then jumped up and held something out. 'We won't be long but you will need to change. I've brought Indian clothes.' 'Where from?' Indi tilted her head to one side and smiled mysteriously. 'I can get anything. Now change.' 'In front of these women?' Indi laughed. 'Of course. We are all women together here. They have seen it all before. You can pick your own clothes up later.' Eliza was not a prude but, as she changed, her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she attempted to cover different parts of herself. The women laughed and chattered, speaking so fast that Eliza couldn't follow. It seemed good-natured enough, though the excitement of seeing a semi-naked white woman turning raspberry pink was probably rivetingly new for them. By the time it was finished, Eliza, wearing the typical full skirt and figure-hugging blouse, felt quite different. As they left the zenana Indi suddenly pushed Eliza into a recess in the corridor. Eliza frowned, but Indi had a finger to her lips. After a moment she spoke. 'Chatur! The dewan – the senior court official.' Eliza remembered the man's shadowy dark eyes and bushy brows. 'So?' 'He has eyes in the back of his head. He's used to me, but the less he knows about you the better. He'll want to poke his nose into everything you do if you're not careful. Come on. He's gone.' 'Why do I have to be careful?' 'He hates change and is no friend of the British. I doubt he approves of you being here at all. He is very old-fashioned. He and Priya are close. Both best avoided.' After that Indira chatted about this and that. Whatever the upset at the ball had been about, it seemed to have passed. Maybe Indi and Jay had managed to talk? Either way Eliza felt relieved that no more trouble beckoned. Enthralled by glimpses of castle life, she had been worrying that bad feeling might spoil things. As for Clifford, she put him to the back of her mind. This was Eliza's first real visit to the heart of the medieval town and it was where they met up with Kiri, who would be accompanying them. Excited by the vibrant colours inside the tangle of winding streets, Eliza's heart began to beat a little faster. The bazaars of the old city seemed to radiate in narrow ribbons from the main clock tower and, as Eliza followed Indi and Kiri, they passed everything from tie-dyers to puppet-makers; it crossed her mind that if she got lost here she'd never get out again. Would these bustling people help her, all with their own little lives, their own joys, their own fears, seeming so close yet possibly so far apart from one another? In the spice markets the scents of incense drifted around them, as did the tangy aroma of charcoal-cooked goat. Then, as they went further and further through bazaars selling everything from sweets to sarees, the drone of a drum seemed to grow louder, just as the whiff of drains grew stronger. 'Is it a festival?' she asked, knowing that India's love of festivity ranged from celebrating the birth of a god, or a satisfactory harvest, to the many music festivals. 'Not quite.' Eliza paused in the middle of the street. 'So?' Indi beamed back at her as she walked on. 'Kiri's family are puppeteers. Today is a special day for them. Come on, or you'll be run over by a rickshaw.' 'But you said …' 'It was a funeral. And it is. In a way.' 'You're being very mysterious.' Indi laughed, linking arms with Eliza and also with Kiri, who was smiling broadly. 'You'll see. Do you believe in karma or destiny?' 'Destiny? I'm not really sure what it means.' 'I believe. We have something called adit chukker , the unseen wheel of fate. We are all about destiny here. And today is no exception.' At that point Eliza heard an English voice calling her name. She spun round to see Dottie looking red-faced as she ran towards her. 'I thought it was you,' the woman said. 'Gosh, I'm out of puff. Rule number one, never run in this heat! But what are you up to, wearing that outfit?' 'It is a bit odd actually. I'm going to some kind of funeral.' 'Good grief, is it safe?' She glanced around as though looking for assailants hiding in the alleyways. 'I'm sure it is,' Eliza said. 'Anyway, how are you, Dottie? I was sorry not to see you at the durbar .' 'I had one of my ghastly headaches. Julian gives me something but it just knocks me out.' Dottie touched Eliza's forearm and paused for a moment. 'But seriously, traipsing about like this on your own …' 'I'm with those two.' She pointed at Indi and Kiri. 'But I meant …' 'I know what you meant, but I'm fine. Really.' 'Would Clifford approve?' 'Probably not. But look, why not come with us?' Dottie smiled. 'You know, I rather think I'd like to, but actually I'm with Julian. He's looking for a chess set.' 'Pity.' Eliza took a step away and glanced across at Indi. 'Another time maybe?' Eliza nodded. 'Sorry to dash, but I can't hold them up any longer.' 'Of course. See you soon?' Eliza heard a pensive note in the woman's voice and realized Dottie might be a bit lonely too. She would make an effort to call on her soon. Dottie moved off and Eliza went back to the waiting girls. When they finally arrived at the outskirts of the town they reached a river bank. It wasn't particularly wide and certainly didn't look very deep, but here it seemed less dusty than the main town had been and Eliza felt a certain freshness in the air. And then she saw that a small crowd had assembled to watch a puppet show. 'We're here for this?' 'Sort of.' The impressive sight of three-foot marionettes on a miniature stage, their heads carved out of hardwood and wearing elaborately made costumes, was like nothing Eliza had seen before. The semi-concealed puppeteer made sounds through what looked like bamboo to disguise his normal voice, and he moved the jointed limbs of the puppets by manipulating the strings attached to them. A woman next to him played the drum Eliza had been hearing. 'It's a dholak , the drum,' Indi said. 'These stories are about destiny. And love, war and honour. You can ask Jay about that. He knows all about honour.' Eliza wondered if there had been a hint of something in Indi's voice but shrugged. She was probably imagining it. 'These people are agricultural labourers from the Nagaur area, known by the name of the kathputliwalas . They usually perform the puppet shows during the late evenings, but this is different.' Eliza listened as the puppeteer hooted and whistled and the story was narrated by a second woman while the first one continued to sing and beat on her drum. 'We're here for a funeral,' Indi continued. 'Whose?' 'He's lying over there.' Though she had no desire to see a dead body, Eliza couldn't help turning her head to look. She saw only Kiri, sitting on the ground beside another three-foot puppet lying on a bed of silk. 'That puppet is old and too worn out to be used now.' Eliza watched as the show came to an end. The puppeteer went across to Kiri and kissed the top of her head, then he picked up the old marionette and carried it lovingly to the water's edge, where he began to pray. Eliza caught the scene on her camera and then, as his prayers continued, he placed the puppet on the water with Kiri's help. 'The longer it floats the more pleased the gods will be,' Indi said. 'Why is Kiri helping?' 'The puppeteer is her father.' 'But she doesn't live with her family?' 'She cannot. To work at the castle she must live at the castle.' After the scene by the river the three wandered through the bazaars dodging the bicycles, the cows lying asleep, and the wares laid out on the pavements, only stopping to wrap brightly coloured scarves around each other's throats and to try on necklaces, while posing and giggling. 'You suit the Indian style of dressing, Eliza.' 'But why did I need to dress like this? Surely I could have just covered my head?' 'Yes. But I thought it would be more fun and fewer people would stare at you this way.' Eliza smiled. She was enjoying herself, if a bit conscious of her pale skin; unusually light-hearted and full of admiration for Indi's knowledge of the town, she seemed to be discovering a different part of herself. Nobody bothered the girls and the streets throbbed with a mix of women still in purdah and those who had come out. They bought little cooked flour-balls or golgappe and also lentil fritters that Indira called daalbaatichurma , and went to one of the parks to eat them. By the time they reached the beginning of the hill it was dusk, and Eliza looked up in amazement. The entire fortress was now brilliantly lit and seemed to have been brushed with gold. Every sparkling window beckoned, and it occurred to Eliza that if she didn't hold on she would drop into fairyland, never to return to the real world. It had been a lovely, happy day, a day to rejoice at how easy life could be when you didn't have to try to protect yourself. Eliza hoped that she and Indi might become real friends. It was a long time since she'd had a real friend.

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