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In the bustling streets of Dublin a car was moving with a blasting speed. The car smelled of petrol and old leather, the kind that made your head feel heavy if you breathed too deeply. The little girl was wedged between the two men in the backseat, her small hands clenched into the hem of her dress, knuckles white. Her sobs were sharp and panicked, cutting through the low hum of the engine.
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"N-N-Nahi hum aap ke samne haath jodte hain aaj nahi hume bohot dard h-hota hai." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Idhar aa jaldi!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-Nahi jaane dein hume. Ye mat karein." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her dupatta away from her. _______ "Can you give me a glass of water?" He asked her in his cold and stoic voice which always scares her because he looks too intimidating to her. "J-J-Ji? Aap ne abhi kya kaha humare samajh mein n-nahi aya." She said while her eyes lowered at the floor finding it most interesting thing in the world. "Kya aap humein ek glass paani de sakti hain?" as soon as these words escaped her mouth her head snapped towards him. Her honey brown eyes wide as they will come out soon. Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her? {His baccha ā„ļø Her rehbar} ā¢Caged princess ā¢Age gap ā¢Emotional story
"What did you think?! Just because I spent some great time with you, does that mean I love you??" Jessica yelled at Yuvaan which made a frown to appear on his face because he didn't understand why she was so angry at him. "Main aapse sach mein bohot pyaar karta hoon, Gulabo jii." Yuvaan said with his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears because he didn't expect her to react like that. "Why he is so annoying, bloody illiterate man?! Why are you behind me? You are not even near my status." Jessica exclaimed annoyingly yet angrily while looking at her friend and then back at Yuvaan who had a beautiful smile at his face yet tears in his eyes. Then she walked away from there leaving him alone at the middle of nowhere. _____ "Please Yuvaan talk to me!!" Jessica said to the man standing in front of her. His brown eyes held so much coldness that she couldn't tolerate it. "Ms. Jones, I would like you to stay in your limits and leave my hand. I'm not your lover or friend but your business partner and I like to keep my things professional." Yuvaan said without looking at her and jerked her hands away from him. He walked away from there leaving her alone in the corridor. "I'm sorry Yuvaan for hurting you." Jessica whispered to herself while looking down at her feet and a tear lone rolled down her eye. What happened that Yuvaan Singh Raghuvanshi who used to love Jessica Jones dearly turned too cold towards her? How will the love of two different country people with different languages and huge communication gap will work? {His Gulabo ā„ļø Her Yuvi} ā¢Grumpy x Sunshine ā¢Foreigner female girl ā¢Desi male lead ā¢Love hate story ā¢Humiliation ā¢Broken
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